Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 878

The venue fell into an eerie silence. Only the whistling of the unrelenting wind blowing through the snowy landscape echoed in everyone's ears. The vast snowy expanse seemed to be endless as time came to an abrupt stop.

Wei Zhenlin shook his head in an attempt to snap out of it before sneering disdainfully, "It's been an hour already. Yet, that seemingly all-powerful Dragon Soul's God of War hasn't even shown up. Ha! Is this what you call surrendering without a fight?"

Then, he continued disparagingly, "He signed an arrest warrant and threatened to imprison my Father, declaring war against the Martial Arts Alliance. He was quite arrogant back then, wasn't he? But where is he now? Where is he, huh?"

Wei Zhenlin took it a step further by saying contemptuously, "Could it be that he had run away into hiding after seeing how formidable the Martial Arts Alliance is? Hahaha!"

Soon, several more people followed suit, calling out jeers and taunts.

The disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance raised their heads proudly, their fighting spirit growing stronger amidst the chaos.

It seemed that this Dragon Soul's God of War wasn't as powerful as the rumors claimed.

Due to his absence, it was evident that the man was nothing more than a coward in the face of the Martial Arts Alliance.

Wei Zhongxian sat calmly, sipping his tea with a faint smile on his lips.

It seemed that this Chu Feng still possessed a sliver of self-awareness. Although his escape before facing battle would undoubtedly tarnish his reputation, it was still better than losing his life.

Wei Zhenlin became more audacious as he stood on the stage, his words growing more insolent—

"Zhenlin, you really shouldn't be saying those things. After all, he's still the Dragon's Soul God of War. He's the one who defeated the God of War, Jiang Wanjun, from the Six Nations. Tsk, how can you call him useless when he has those accomplishments under his belt?" snarked a rather effeminate-looking man. That man was none other than Wei Qing, the third son of Wei Zhongxian.

Wei Zhenlin scoffed arrogantly before reprimanding harshly, "What Six Nations' God of War? Jiang Wanjun is just an old man who has one foot in the grave. I'm sure he doesn't even have all his teeth at this point! And you call that a God of War? Please."

Then, he said scornfully, "They're all just boasting for the sake of fame and glory. If it weren't for the Martial Arts Alliance soldiers fighting for him on the front lines, how could we have allowed Chu Feng to become so arrogant? The credit for the battle at Xi Ye should belong to the Martial Arts Alliance soldiers who were risking their lives. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah!"

The crowd erupted in excited shouts. Several disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance had bloodshot eyes. It was as if they were wishing they could tear Chu Feng apart immediately for his audacity.

Wei Zhenlin basked in the limelight, feeling gleeful as he regarded the other prestigious heads of the martial arts schools and the disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance. Then, he declared grandly, "Today, I, Wei Zhenlin, only have one thing left to say. If Chu Feng doesn't come, so be it. However, if he dares to set foot in the Martial Arts Alliance's territory, I will make sure there will be nothing left of him once I'm done with him!"