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Star Dragon God
Everyone's attention was focused on Huo Feng, and then shifted to the shining wooden sword in his hand, as if they were all mesmerized, staring without blinking.
Zhou Wu widened his eyes in disbelief at the wooden sword in Huo Feng's hand, astonished that Huo Feng had actually accomplished it. At this moment, Huo Feng lightly coughed twice and said, "Why are you all here?"
There was no response from below, so Huo Feng had to emphasize again, "Why are you all here?"
It was only then that Zhou Xing came back to his senses, but his gaze remained fixed on the wooden sword in Huo Feng's hand. "Brother Huo Feng, this... wooden sword..."
Zhou Xing was at a loss for words to express his shock. Huo Feng looked at the sword in his hand and realized that they had been drawn here by its aura. He then smiled and said, "This is something I promised Brother Zhou Wu I would do. Since you all are here, take this wooden sword; it should serve a purpose similar to the Soul of the Tree Heart. I estimate I will need three or four days to recuperate, so please do not disturb me during this time."
Zhou Xing was overwhelmed with gratitude, repeatedly thanking him. "You truly are our savior! With this, we won't have to suffer under those Bastards anymore. We will remember your kindness."
At this moment, all the other clan members also knelt down to express their gratitude to Huo Feng. Surprised by their emotional reaction, Huo Feng felt a bit flustered and quickly said, "Please get up. Right now, it's important for everyone to take this wooden sword and start cultivating quickly; we never know when Xiao Yuan might come again. I also urgently need to rest."
Huo Feng handed the wooden sword to Zhou Wu, who accepted it solemnly and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I, Zhou Wu, swear I will remember this for a lifetime. If you ever need anything from me or the Wanmu Family, just let me know."
Huo Feng smiled and replied, "If I need anything, I will definitely ask. For now, you all should proceed with your plans quickly; I’m going inside."
Huo Feng wanted to avoid lingering over such matters with them and directly walked toward his room. Once back in his room, he sat down wearily and began to continue his cultivation to recover the Origin Force consumed in creating that pseudo Soul of the Tree Heart.
...
Three days later.
"Chief, what should we do? They are attacking at this time!" A middle-aged man looked anxiously at Zhou Xing.
A group of people surrounded Zhou Xing as another one asked, "They are almost here; what should we do? Should we wake Zhou Wu and have him confront them first?"
Zhou Xing immediately opposed this idea. "No! We cannot let our efforts go to waste. Right now, Wu Er seems to be making rapid progress; if we give it enough time, he might be able to contend with those Bastards. So we should try to hold out until then."
The others nodded in agreement while Zhou Xing glanced toward Huo Feng's residence as if anticipating something. Huo Feng sensed something unusual from his room but was at a critical moment; he wouldn't come out unless absolutely necessary.
Before long, a voice came from outside Wanmuzhen.
"Bastards inside! Come out and die! If you are willing to hand over the core of the Soul of the Tree Heart, I might spare your lives and let you continue to survive."
Originally, Zhou Xing and his people harbored deep hatred for the residents of Treeheart City. Upon hearing this, they no longer felt any fear and angrily turned their gaze towards the outskirts of the town. Zhou Xing immediately waved his hand and led a large group of his kin towards the town's edge.
When they arrived at the surrounding forest, they indeed saw a crowd gathered there. Among them was a person being carried on an ornate wooden chair, leisurely sitting on it—this person was Xiao Yuan.
At that moment, upon seeing Zhou Xing, Xiao Yuan propped his head on one hand and looked at Zhou Xing with interest, saying, "So, have you made up your mind? If you are willing to hand over the core of the Soul of the Tree Heart, I might consider allowing you to continue residing in Treeheart City, which is still a shared territory for both our families."
"Hmph! If I believed you, I wouldn't have survived to this day. You should give up on that thought. If you really could come at me with all your might, would you be talking to me like this?" Zhou Xing replied fiercely.
Xiao Yuan lowered his hand and slowly got off the chair. His previously smiling face instantly turned serious as he said, "Don't be ungrateful. Do you really think I have no way to deal with you? It's just that I value emotions and cherish old ties, which is why I've allowed you to live until now. But even kindness has its limits; if you keep pushing me away, I will naturally stop being sentimental."
"Stop with your nauseating words. Don't you feel embarrassed? We only have enmity between us—vengeance for my father's death and oppression of my clan. We cannot coexist peacefully while you let us survive in this dark place," Zhou Xing said, his eyes turning bloodshot with anger.
Xiao Yuan had long since determined that the complete Soul of the Tree Heart would eventually fall into his hands. That was why he felt so confident in dragging things out with Zhou Xing and his people. He couldn't afford to lose too much combat strength against an opponent holding the core of the Soul of the Tree Heart; otherwise, he might not be able to maintain a balance with Xiaoyao Fortress and Underworld Palace in a short time, risking losing everything to their ambitions.
Seeing Zhou Xing so furious made Xiao Yuan's mood brighten as he looked over and said, "You always misunderstand my good intentions. Forget it; I won't waste time with you anymore. Just give me..."
Suddenly, Xiao Yuan paused as his gaze swept over Zhou Xing and frowned, asking, "Hey? Where's your precious son? Why haven't I seen him today?"
Zhou Xing was taken aback; he hadn't expected Xiao Yuan to notice that. Not knowing how much longer he could stall for time, Zhou Xing could only pray for Zhou Wu to break through quickly. He replied, "Do I need my son to deal with you? We are enough on our own; if you have the ability, come and try."
"Unappreciative! Without your son and the core of the Soul of the Tree Heart, you're just a bunch of ants in front of me—not even worth my personal attention," Xiao Yuan said while waving his hand at those beside him. "Go play with them."
Immediately, those around Xiao Yuan charged wildly towards Zhou Xing and his group. At this moment, Zhou Xing's people could no longer hold back and roared as they rushed forward, leading to a chaotic brawl between both sides.
However, Zhou Xing knew that his side couldn't possibly win against them. Although he hadn't joined the fight yet, he anxiously watched every corner of the battlefield, ready to provide support at any moment. In contrast, Xiao Yuan maintained a strange smile as he observed Zhou Xing without paying attention to how his own people were faring.
Before long, someone from Zhou Xing's side couldn't hold on any longer; one person was struck by another's punch and spat blood as he staggered backward. The opponent seized the opportunity without giving him a chance to catch his breath and leaped into the air. Sharp spikes erupted beneath him like thorny vines as he aimed a kick directly at that person's head.
Zhou Xing instantly transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards his injured comrade. With Mystery's right arm extended horizontally in front of him, he unleashed Origin Force to conjure a massive wooden shield adorned with shimmering patterns. The opponent's kick landed squarely on Zhou Xing's defensive Combat Technique with a loud "bang," sending him stumbling back while dissipating their attack technique; one could faintly see that person's leg trembling slightly.
"Hahaha... Your strength hasn't improved; who would have thought your Reflective Shield has reached such mastery? But I wonder if you have enough Origin Force left to save all your kin?" Xiao Yuan laughed heartily before pointing towards another battle and exclaiming dramatically, "Oh no! That Fellow is about to fall!"
Zhou Xing's face turned purple with rage as he followed Xiao Yuan's gaze and saw one of his own suffering from a severe injury—a large gash had appeared on their calf muscle, clearly damaging their tendons and bones. It seemed they could no longer fight back effectively; however, their opponent showed no mercy and continued attacking relentlessly.
Zhou Xing anxiously rushed over again using Reflective Shield to save his kin while Xiao Yuan stood by laughing joyfully, occasionally offering "kind reminders" to Zhou Xing.
In less than an hour's time, nearly half of Zhou Xing's people were injured or lying on the ground. Zhou Xing himself was drenched in sweat from exhaustion; his Origin Force was nearly depleted. A few severely injured individuals had either bled out or succumbed to pain.
Zhou Xing, exhausted, supported his clan members and glared fiercely at Xiao Yuan, saying, "Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go, Xiao Yuan. You will die."
Zhou Xing set down his clan member, determined to fight to the death, having given up on any desperate struggle.
"Father, don't!"
At that moment, Zhou Wu's voice came through, but it was too late, as Zhou Xing had already charged toward Xiao Yuan. Xiao Yuan extended both hands, and dozens of vine-like Origin Force attacks shot toward Zhou Xing's heart.
In that instant, Zhou Xing realized he was doomed. He shouted, "Wu Er, remember my words: while the green mountains remain, one need not fear the lack of firewood. Quickly take a few promising young people and escape."
Zhou Xing felt something pressing against his chest. He closed his eyes, preparing for death. However, after a moment, he noticed that the vines had not penetrated his skin any further; they simply stopped there. Thinking that Xiao Yuan intended to humiliate him, he opened his eyes and said, "Make it quick, you..."
Zhou Xing suddenly paused because he saw a figure behind him. It was Huo Feng. Huo Feng reached out and grasped Xiao Yuan's Origin Force Combat Techniques attack.
At this moment, the campus did not expect such a situation to arise. Frowning at Huo Feng, he said, "Friend, who are you? You shouldn't be from the Wanmu Family. I advise you not to meddle in this; you should know we are from Treeheart City."
Huo Feng scoffed and replied, "Do you really care who I am? You'll find out soon enough. I was actually looking for you; since you've come here, don't think about leaving."
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