Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 428

Wei Zhongxian, the Nonamillennial, had single-handedly united Donghua's martial arts world and founded the Martial Arts Alliance. He had eight million disciples under his command.

No one knew how powerful he was, and it was rumored he was descended from royalty. He was very close to the most wealthy and influential individuals and organizations in Di Du and Yanjing.

He was one of the country's most powerful individuals, and the influence of the Martial Arts Alliance continued to expand every year.

In all of Donghua, the only individual capable of standing toe to toe with the Nonamillennial was Lord Chu of Yanjing, the guardian of Donghua's peace for over twenty years!

However, rumors were abound that the Nonamillennial's influence would surpass that of Lord Chu within five years. It would be no surprise if the Nonamillennial would eventually be crowned the Emperor!

All that power and glory apparently did not matter to Chu Feng. He had mercilessly called that extraordinary individual a "eunuch," as though his manhood was the only thing preventing him from ruling the world.

Naturally, that was taboo to anyone in the Martial Arts Alliance. That statement incited unparalleled rage in Huang Feihu and abject terror in his disciples…

"How dare you disrespect the Nonamillennial! You must be tired of living!" Huang Feihu bristled like a lion and pounced at Chu Feng.

The Nonamillennial was his mentor and savior, and he worshiped him like a deity. No one could tarnish the Nonamillennial's good name!

Even though he knew he was no match for Chu Feng, he was willing to give up his life to protect his mentor's name.

"You're hot-blooded and rash. You reminded me of my younger days," Chu Feng said with some admiration toward Huang Feihu. After that, he gently flicked his fingers.

In the next moment, a gazebo about two hundred yards away trembled violently and exploded in a cloud of dust and debris.

When the people saw that, their hearts almost stopped, and their faces turned ghastly pale.

It was already shocking enough when Huang Feihu shattered the marble stone statue, but it paled in comparison to what Chu Feng did!

Chu Feng glanced at Huang Feihu and said, "What do you think of that technique? Can it compare to Wei Zhongxian?"

Huang Feihu instantly froze on the spot, and his limbs turned into jelly. He broke out in a cold sweat, and his mind was buzzing.

Amid the shock and awe, only Tang Sisi lifted her chin up high, feeling smug about herself.

"Maybe Wei Zhongxian mentioned my other nickname before," Chu Feng said while fiddling with a glass on the table. "Lord Ashura!"

Huang Feihu stumbled a few steps backward. His heart almost jumped out of his chest. The terror in his eyes was evident.

He could never forget the incident at one of the Martial Arts Alliance's banquets five years ago when they had just broken through one million disciples…

The guests were showering flattery upon the Nonamillennial. One of the guests asked him, "Your might is unparalleled, Nonamillennial. Dare I ask if anyone in Donghua is your match in martial arts?"

The Nonamillennial, who was in a festive mood earlier, suddenly turned serious. He glanced toward the west and said grimly, "Yes, there is! That person annihilated the Western Mafia World last night. He single-handedly dispatched the Seven Kings of the Holy Temple and chopped down Satan! If I were to fight him, my chances of winning are less than 30 percent…"

That night, the guests were shocked beyond belief.