Dragon Sovereign

"I, Feng Batian, cannot tolerate others making accusations in front of me!"    

    

Feng Batian's tiger-like eyes revealed a cold glare as his expression darkened. He said, "I don't have much time. Hurry up and call out your grand master. Otherwise, don't blame my Bloodbath Martial Alliance!"    

    

"Feng Batian!" Hearing this name, the two remaining elders trembled as their eyes revealed expressions of disbelief. To the best of their knowledge, Feng Batian was only the head of a Floating Cloud Country; they had never imagined that Feng Batian would possess such a tyrannical strength.    

    

"Feng Ling is your son …" The old man's voice was a bit shaky.    

    

"Hmph."    

    

Feng Batian coldly humphed, and then silently agreed.    

    

Seeing Feng Batian's expression, the two remaining elders revealed a hint of panic. If that was the case, then things would get out of hand. They knew that the son of the Feng Clan, Feng Ling, was very powerful, but if they knew that Feng Batian was this powerful, then they would have to think about it.    

    

"Got it!"    

    

Looking at their expressions, Feng Batian's eyes narrowed. The cold light became even colder, and he said calmly, "I need an explanation."    

    

Feng Batian's voice was very soft, but it carried an irresistible force.    

    

A whistling sound could be heard as another old man rushed forward with a corpse in his arms. With a terrifying amount of energy, he directly swept towards Feng Batian.    

    

"Fourth brother!" The leading elder's pupils contracted once again. He wanted to organize the group, but it was already too late.    

    

The blinding light cut through the sky like a thunderbolt in a rainy day. It was simple, direct, and without the slightest hint of color.    

    

The old man's body stiffened and his face turned malevolent. However, his eyes became lifeless and his life force slowly faded away. In less than five seconds, the old man had completely lost all of his energy and fell to the ground.    

    

In such a short period of time, the Martial Alliance had lost two Martial King level experts. This was a huge blow to the entire Martial Alliance.    

    

"If you have something to say, why do you want me to kill you?"    

    

The leading old man's face was filled with anger as he clenched his fists. "I know you are very powerful, but our Martial Alliance is not a soft place for others to toy with."    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

The calm voice didn't have the slightest bit of emotion. Feng Batian looked coldly at the old man and said, "If you don't believe me, you can try."    

    

The old man's breathing stagnated as he opened his mouth, not uttering a single word in a daze.    

    

The sound of breaking air rang out once more, and a young middle-aged man instantly dashed forward. His black robe fluttered, and he stood facing the wind, with his hands behind his back.    

    

A pair of eyes fell on Feng Batian's body, and his pupils slightly contracted.    

    

"Master." When the two old men saw the man approaching, they became even more respectful.    

    

The man nodded and his eyes fell on Feng Batian again. He said, "Your excellency is …"    

    

"Feng Batian!"    

    

Feng Batian glanced at the man. The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer, "Ninth Pin Martial King? You must be the Martial Alliance's Sect Leader, right?"    

    

"That's right!" The man's voice was neither humble nor haughty, at that time, Feng Batian could appreciate it a little. He gently nodded, "Not bad, not bad at all …" At this point, Feng Batian's expression became indifferent once again. He said softly, "If you don't give me an explanation today, then the Martial Alliance will eliminate Floating Cloud Country."    

    

After the man heard this, he sucked in a breath of cold air. Feng Batian's aura had already calmed down, but he could still feel the pressure coming from his heart.    

    

He took another deep breath and said, "Senior, how have we offended you?"    

    

"My son is lying on the bed with heavy injuries. Tell me, how did you offend me?"    

    

His gaze landed on the man and the coldness in his eyes intensified. "All I need is an explanation. Otherwise, I really don't mind making the Martial Alliance disappear."    

    

"Hmph." The old man in the lead finally could not hold it in and said, "Feng Batian, could it be that you want to target our entire Martial Alliance?"    

    

"Haha."    

    

After a while, his voice disappeared. He swept his eyes across the three people and said indifferently: "Not to mention the three of you, even if the entire Martial Alliance were to come together, I, Feng Batian, would not be afraid!"    

    

Feng Batian's voice was still simple, but when he spoke again, it was indeed very domineering.    

    

The man trembled, he finally understood why Feng Ba Tian came looking for him, because the man he sent to assassinate was Feng Ba Tian's son, Feng Ling. The man's lips moved, and he finally said: "Senior Feng, I sent someone to assassinate your son, but there is something wrong with your son."    

    

"How so?" Feng Batian's gaze was fixed on the man as he clenched his fists. If his son didn't treat his son like his son, he wouldn't allow others to criticize him.    

    

"Your son killed my son." The man looked up at Feng Batian fearlessly and said, "Senior is indeed very powerful. I am very clear that perhaps our entire Martial Alliance does not care about our seniors, but as a father, if I am not able to collect debts for my son, then what use does this father have? Isn't it for my own son as well?"    

    

Feng Batian's eyes slightly narrowed. His lips curled up into a sneer as he said, "Then, when did my son kill your son?"    

    

"Martial Arts Arena." The man took a deep breath and his fist slightly landed on mine. "Wang Luo!"    

    

"Is it him?" Feng Batian frowned, but the coldness in his eyes did not lessen. He directly said, "If my son didn't kill those people, I'm afraid that he would have died in the Martial Hall."    

    

"Humph, I would like to ask why a dignified legitimate son of the Martial Alliance wants to participate in the Martial Competition. It is fortunate that my son is fine. Otherwise, he would not be treated like this."    

    

The man's breath stopped and his eyes started to fluctuate rapidly. What Feng Ba Tian said was reasonable. If Feng Ling hadn't killed at that time, then the person who died would have been Feng Ling.    

    

"Both sides are at fault in this matter, but my son has passed away. Can we let this matter go?" The man took a deep breath as deep sorrow appeared in his eyes.    

    

Feng Batian could understand the man's feelings at the moment. He squinted his eyes and spoke while restraining his aura, "But I want an explanation!"    

    

"Explain yourself!" The man's expression became slightly ugly as he spoke with a deep voice, "Our Martial Alliance has already lost two Martial Kings to senior. I know senior is powerful, but we have our own dignity and will not allow others to trample on us!"    

    

"Very good, very good." Feng Batian gently nodded, and directly said: "The explanation is simple. First, I want to know why your son is participating in the Martial Hall competition. Second, how is my son's injury?"    

    

Hearing Feng Batian's words, the man's expression became slightly better, and he said directly: "To be honest, we only found out about my son's participation in the Martial Arts Hall afterwards, so I will personally investigate this matter. At that time, I will personally pay a visit to Senior to explain the problem of your son's injuries, and you can take some of the pills that I have, perhaps they will be of some help to your son."    

    

Light flowed as three pill bottles floated around Feng Batian.    

    

Feng Batian gently clenched his right hand, and disappeared with a flip of his hand. Nodding his head, he quickly flew away, but his voice remained.    

    

"I'll wait for your order!"    

    

Looking at the departing figures of Feng Batian, the three of them once again revealed an expression of shock. This strength was not something that they could match up to …    

    

"Master." The grand elder looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Is this all that matters?"    

    

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered as he said, "What can we do to fight against nature? The survival of the strong. If our Martial Alliance had the strength, perhaps the situation would be the opposite …" It's a pity that we don't have anything to do with my son. Let's start our investigation and see why he went to the Martial Hall! "    

    

The two old men nodded as they descended.    

    

The next day, Zhang Fan opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to find that the energy within his body had become even more abundant. If he survived a great disaster, there would always be aftereffects.    

    

Taking a deep breath, he stood up from the soft ground and patted the dew on his body. An image appeared in his mind. That terrifying spear shadow. If he was alone at that time, he would have definitely died there.    

    

However, opportunity did not hold him back. In that battle, he understood one thing: in front of the strength of a dead zone, even if one's talent was high, in front of others, their interest was useless. Without strength, one would be like a toothless tiger.    

    

Zhang Fan took a deep breath of the fresh morning air and headed in the direction of his clan.    

    

When he returned to his room with the prepared food, he found Ouyang Xian`er still lying quietly on his bed.    

    

A smile appeared on his face. He walked over gently and sat down. He saw that she had put her arm outside and reached out his hand to put her arm under the blanket again.    

    

Zhang Fan's movements were very light, but Ouyang Xian`er still opened her eyes. When she saw Zhang Fan looking at her with a smile, her face reddened.    

    

"Are you feeling better now?" Zhang Fan asked softly.    

    

"Yes." Ouyang Xian`er lightly nodded her head before sitting up on the bed. She gently lifted up the blanket, causing a fragrant aroma to assail her nostrils.    

    

"I'll go get some water for you to wash up before eating some food. I'll recover a bit faster." Zhang Fan said with a smile.    

    

"Young Master, I'll do it myself." Seeing Zhang Fan stand up, Ouyang Xian'er felt embarrassed.    

    

"Silly girl." Zhang Fan affectionately patted her on the head before standing up, leaving Ouyang Xian'er behind as he walked out.