The Green Falcon Envoy shouted loudly, his body rolling, continuously evading more than ten droplets of water that resembled hidden weapons.

However, there were too many water droplets, and they were too fine and dense.

One droplet of water struck his forehead with a plop.

The Green Falcon Envoy felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body flipping backward fiercely, his face turning purple, his eyes rolling back, collapsing on the ground.

He had actually been knocked out by a single droplet of water from Chen Feng.

Everyone was shocked by this.

Everyone looked at Chen Feng, standing tall like a sword, daring not to take a step forward.

The Golden Eagle Envoy's body flickered, about to rush forward desperately, but was pulled back by the White Crane Envoy.

The White Crane Envoy subtly shook his head at him, indicating not to seek humiliation.

The Five Banners Command Master and the Four Great Elders were all of similar martial arts realms.

If the Green Falcon Envoy couldn't defeat Chen Feng, no one else would either.

However, the White Crane Envoy stopped the Golden Eagle Envoy, yet another person rushed towards Chen Feng—it was Elder Luo.

Elder Luo had just entered the water, splashing it up to his waist.

He was at the realm of Transforming Energy Yellow Grade; entering the water, he immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Chen Feng's form was swift like a flying Yanzi, suddenly appearing in front of Elder Luo.

He executed a high-pressure leg, striking down from above.

Elder Luo extended both arms to block, and with a loud bang, water splashed everywhere.

Elder Luo's body, resembling a wooden post struck by a large hammer, sank directly to the bottom of the water.

Water splashed into the sky, falling like a torrential rain, and Elder Luo emerged from the lake's bottom.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood, extremely weak, severely injured after just one round.

Chen Feng's eyes looked at him indifferently, suddenly extending a hand to grasp Elder Luo's throat.

He lifted Elder Luo into the air with one arm.

Elder Luo's body was soaking wet, his chest stained red with blood.

Grasped by Chen Feng at the throat, Elder Luo couldn't muster any strength to resist.

Elder Cheng was shocked, rushing forward and shouting loudly.

"Let go of Elder Luo, or don't blame us for being impolite."

Chen Feng casually waved his hand, throwing Elder Luo's body onto the shore.

Chen Feng sighed softly.

"You've disappointed me, such a great country, yet no one can withstand three moves from me."

Everyone present felt their faces burning.

The suffocation and humiliation made everyone unable to breathe.

Chen Feng looked at the stunned grandmasters, calmly repeating again.

"Sang Country warrior Chen Feng, challenge me!"

His voice was simple, straightforward, yet displaying the unique dominance and authority of a God-level Master.

Elder Cheng looked bitter, slightly bowing to Chen Feng.

"In learning there is no first or last, the accomplished comes first. You've reached Core Formation to Divine Communication, we admire you."

"However, Core Formation to Divine Communication does not necessarily mean invincibility in the world."

"Seven days later, we will await you at Yannan Martial God Town, then someone will naturally challenge you."

Chen Feng's pupils contracted, his expression becoming more serious, his tone sharper.

"Are you referring to Yang Fei? Good, I was just looking for him."

As he spoke, he took out a leather envelope from his chest and threw it towards Elder Cheng.

"Please pass this invitation to Mr. Yang Fei, seven days later, I will visit Martial God Town to meet him."

Elder Cheng heard the envelope piercing the air, its force intimidating.

The small envelope emitted a sound as sharp as a blade cutting through the air.

He dared not be negligent, mustering his energy, he managed to catch the envelope.

Crack!

Elder Cheng's fingers broke.

The seemingly light envelope contained immense power.

Elder Cheng grunted in pain, suppressing the agony in his fingers, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Chen Feng nodded slightly at everyone, walking on the water.

In an instant, he disappeared into the fog surrounding Crescent Lake.

It was only at this moment that everyone realized Chen Feng's prowess.

This famous genius warrior of Sang Country had appeared for less than three minutes, and yet three Chinese Martial Arts Masters had fallen heavily injured.

And these three masters were all rare Grandmasters of Transformation Strength.

Elder Cheng was sweating profusely, but his eyes were filled with deep concern.

With Chen Feng's displayed martial arts realm, even Yang Fei might not be able to defeat him.

If Yang Fei were to fall to Chen Feng, the tragedy of the Martial God sweeping through the Sang Country Martial Arts Circle years ago would replay in Huaxia.

Once again, the grandmasters from various Martial Studies Holy Lands witnessed Chen Feng's terror firsthand, losing their bearings.

Tang Diqiang, the master of Xiaoxiang Hall, watched Xuan Ying Pavilion being utterly defeated by Chen Feng, speechless.

He sighed and whispered.

"The plan now is to go to Martial God Town to find Yang Fei, hoping he can win some honor for Huaxia Martial Arts."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, dejected.

Yannan, Qingshui Airport, throngs of people bustling.

Yang Fei proudly stepped off the plane, his eyes brightening at the view outside the departure hall.

"Oh my, the old man is back again."

"In the desolate northern frontier, even mosquitoes were male, but Chen Ruiling and the Mulan Team were all tigresses."

"Couldn't touch the tiger's skin drum, Yannan is better, beauties everywhere."

Reflecting within himself, Yang Fei felt refreshed.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi, along with the Long Xia group, followed Yang Fei out of the departure hall.

From the war-torn northern frontier to the bustling metropolis, everyone felt a bit disoriented.

The Changfeng Squad had not managed to join the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team as hoped.

Yang Fei wasn't in a hurry to share this bad news with everyone.

Yang Fei understood Old Lady Wu's thoughts well.

This old leader had witnessed the strong combat power of the Changfeng Squad with his own eyes; he would be reluctant to let them go.

The old man would surely try every means to recruit the entire Changfeng Squad into the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team.

As for how to do it, it wasn't Yang Fei's concern; let Old Lady Wu and the high-level leaders worry about it.

Besides, this expedition wasn't without gains for Yang Fei.

He had obtained a Swiss Bank Diamond Card worth ten billion Rice Gold from Ogunila.

This amount wasn't Ogunila's entire fortune, but Yang Fei was very satisfied.

According to Changfeng Bodyguards' old rules, for this expedition, the Changfeng Squad divided the spoils according to the bounty.

The ones who earned the most received fifty to sixty million Rice Gold each, while those who earned the least also received over twenty million Rice Gold.

So, although this mission was extremely dangerous, the Changfeng Bodyguards all became rich men.

The Mad Blade squeezed next to Yang Fei, handing him a note.

Yang Fei was puzzled. "What's this?"

The Mad Blade had a sly and wicked smile.

"Chen Ruiling from the Mulan Team is bewitched by you, she asked me to give you this."

"Damn, wherever you go, women throw themselves at you."

"I'm clearly more handsome and well-endowed, why don't I have your luck with women?"

Yang Fei looked at him disdainfully.

"Pah, in other aspects, you may say you're better than me, but when it comes to being well-endowed... humph!"

He smoothed his hair, looking proud and triumphant.

The Mad Blade, unable to bear his narcissism, punched him in the chest.

"Stop showing off and see what Chen Ruiling said?"

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