Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 689 Take Them All Down

Angry and filled with resentment, he threw the military merit badges on the ground and stomped on them fiercely. "Why is it that I fight desperately on the frontlines, while those corrupt nouveau riche enjoy themselves in the rear, indulging in fine food and beautiful women?"

"I refuse to trade my bloodshed for their luxurious lifestyle!"

"That's why I joined the Martial Arts Alliance. I want to enjoy everything that I fought for, and it's what I deserve!"

Xiao Yunlong spat out his words like a madman.

Chen FengXing was dumbfounded. He had initially thought that Xiao Yunlong was simply jealous and resentful of his promotion and the attention he received from the Martial Arts Alliance, which led him to this point.

But he never expected that Xiao Yunlong's heart was so crazed and paranoid.

Chu Feng looked at him coldly and pointed at the people surrounding them. "You've been waiting for this day for a long time, haven't you? It seems that killing me is part of your plan."

Xiao Yunlong smirked arrogantly, his gaze filled with disdain.

"That's right, I know the rules of your dragon soul. Especially for traitors like me, especially for traitors in high positions in the Martial Arts Alliance, there will be no mercy."

"That's why I secretly trained assassins. These people were all promoted by me and only obeyed my orders. I've been waiting for you to come, to take your life and exchange it for the trust and power of the Martial Arts Alliance."

He scanned Chu Feng with a mocking expression. "Unfortunately, I had some gratitude from the past and planned to make your death less painful, but now I'll just end you with one strike."

"Since you're so ignorant, I'll have to make you suffer a humiliating defeat and slowly torture you to death."

Chen FengXing gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Xiao Yunlong, you beast, you bastard! You won't have a good death. Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Then I'll have to wait for you, the cripple, to become a ghost before we talk." Xiao Yunlong sneered, his eyes filled with killing intent. "Dragon Lord, this is the last time I'll address you like this. I know you're powerful, even at the demigod level five years ago, but you're still not a god!"

"Two thousand people should be enough for you to handle. Kill them all!"

Xiao Yunlong knew the saying that if a problem or an issue is not settled promptly, twists and obstacles will arise. So he didn't say anything more.

With a wave of his hand, the assassins in the courtyard took a step forward, their menacing aura chilling the hearts of the Xiao family members.

"Kill!"

The cold light was chilling as a net of steel knives formed, densely rushing towards Chu Feng.

It seemed as if, in an instant, Chu Feng would be crashed into pieces.

From beginning to end, Chu Feng calmly drank his wine, his eyes sweeping around as he silently looked at Xiao Yunlong.

Calm, composed, domineering, and confident.

"This, this kind of gaze..." Xiao Yunlong suddenly felt a chill in his heart, his limbs and bones turning cold.

He used to be the vanguard under Chu Feng's command, countless times facing life-and-death situations and escaping from the brink of death. He was always like this, like a long-hidden beast, calmly waiting for the cheers of his prey.

And when he revealed this kind of gaze, it meant that the overall situation was already determined!

Could it be that he still had a trick up his sleeve?

No, it's impossible; he must be bluffing!

Xiao Yunlong kept encouraging himself in his heart.

However, in the next second...

Flames spewed out, and bullets danced wildly, causing a bloody massacre in the night sky.

The first twenty death warriors who charged forward were directly riddled with bullets, blood flowing.

"Boom boom boom..."

A rumbling sound like an earthquake followed closely, and then searchlights lit up, turning the dark night into daylight, almost blinding everyone's eyes.

Rows of military vehicles, like descending tigers, were directly crushed into the Xiao family's courtyard, along with over ten thousand soldiers, armed to the teeth.

Yang Jingyu, dressed in formal attire, had an extraordinary bearing, and with a cold wave of his hand, he said, "Capture them all; not one should be let go!"