Master Head of the Dragon Soul

They had already suffered serious injuries in an attempt to block Chu Feng's strike. Frankly, they were fortunate to be alive.

Chu Feng didn't even take a step as he stood tall, surveying the area. However, his complexion was slightly paler than before. If someone had taken a closer look, they would have noticed blood seeping from the corner of his lips. Even though he was a god-level martial artist, it still took a toll on him to use such a powerful strike. As a result, he had naturally sustained severe internal injuries.

"This man is like one of those legendary heroes from the songs."

Several people looked at Chu Feng's towering figure with admiration in their hearts.

Unfortunately, he had gone too far. The situation had escalated to the point where there was no way for him and the Martial Arts Alliance to reconcile.

It would be challenging for him to leave here alive.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, more than a dozen carriages surrounded them. A group of individuals wearing luxurious fish-patterned clothes and masks appeared out of nowhere. Each of them carried a long knife in their hands as they swiftly took control of the scene. Each of them exuded a cold and formidable aura equal to that of the four Grandmasters of the Martial Arts Alliance.

"T-These are the imperial guards! The guards of the Imperial Su Family in Di Du."

"Each member of the imperial guards is a master who can single-handedly fight a hundred people. Their strength is comparable to that of a martial arts grandmaster. Just who are they escorting?!" "Someone from the Imperial Su Family of Di Du is here."

The knowledgeable individuals in the crowd started exchanging information with one another in low murmurs.

Wei Zhongxian and the others from the Martial Arts Alliance were thrilled. Their eyes lit up with excitement as they looked at the heavily injured Chu Feng.

"Chu Feng, now that the people from the Imperial Su Family have arrived, let's see how you'll make your escape today."

Ring.

At this moment, a carriage slowly rolled into the venue. The transportation was accompanied by the crisp sound of bells.

Wei Zhongxian's expression immediately changed as he gritted his teeth and knelt to welcome them. "Wei Zhongxian of the Martial Arts Alliance pays respects to the envoy of the imperial family!" "Welcome, honorable envoy of the imperial family!"

All the members of the Martial Arts Alliance swiftly fell to their knees to welcome this mysterious individual.

The dignitaries and guests at the scene looked at each other for a few seconds. Finally, they quickly came to a decision and followed suit, shouting their greetings.

Four imperial guards, who exuded a

chilly aura no weaker than Wei Zhongxian, were the first to step down from the carriage. Their cold gazes swept across everyone, making the hearts of the people

present skip a beat.

This was the strength of the imperial family. Demigod-level martial artists were few and far between. Yet, the imperial family was capable of having four of them escort an envoy.

No wonder even someone as powerful as the Nonamillenial had to kneel just to welcome them.

Nevertheless, there was still one person standing tall. There wasn't the slightest bit of shame in his eyes as he regarded the carriage calmly. His proud demeanor never wavered as he stared straight ahead. That man was Chu Feng!

"Outrageous! How dare you stand as you greet the imperial envoy? You're seeking death," a member of the imperial guards shouted sternly, glaring fiercely at Chu Feng. Clang!

Over a hundred imperial guards drew their swords in unison, their gazes icy.

"Halt. There's no point in wasting words on a dying man," a lazy voice came from inside the carriage.

A young man, who exuded nobility

and dressed in luxurious attire, stepped forward. His face filled with arrogance as he declared, "Chu Feng, you have gone too far. Due to your actions of provoking the Martial Arts Alliance and challenging the authority of the imperial family, I, on behalf of the Imperial Su Family, hereby revoke your title as the Dragon Soul's God of War. You will be demoted to a commoner and sentenced to labor in the borderlands."

When the young man saw that Chu Feng remained indifferent in the face of such punishment, he raised an eyebrow and coldly snorted in displeasure before saying, "Why aren't you crawling over here te

express your gratitude to imperial family for their

benevolence?"