Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 224 Give me some face, forget it.
Only those black eyes, when looking at Chen Xinjie, held an undeniable firmness.

"Are you two crazy? Stop it!" Leng Yaozhu flew forward, "What on earth is going on?!"

Chen Xinjie's gaze remained fixed, his voice booming like the suppressed roar of a deep sea: "Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, you've come at the perfect time! Ask him what his intentions are in forcing his way into the Federation's most important territory despite all the obstacles!"

Yun Ming gently shook his head, and when he looked at Leng Yaozhu, his eyes softened a little: "Leng Tianfeng, I did this to avoid a calamity that could affect the entire continent."

"I suspect that the God-Slaying Soul-Guided Artillery shells have been stolen."

"You're talking nonsense!" Chen Xinjie couldn't hold back any longer, his tone fierce: "How could it be stolen under the highest level of federal security?"

"Who could steal it?"

Even you can't do it!

Yun Ming nodded slightly: "Then let me see for myself the so-called heavily guarded God-Slaying Missiles."

The illusory image of the vast ocean behind Chen Xinjie suddenly surged, and towering waves rose out of nowhere.

The azure battle armor blazed brightly, and the pressure of a quasi-god swept across the surroundings like a mountain collapsing: "Impossible! How dare you act so recklessly in this vital territory of the Federation!"

Seeing the two about to fight again, Leng Yaozhu felt a headache coming on; she didn't know what to say about the situation.

Just then, another figure arrived.

"Wow, it's so lively here."

The newcomer walked on air, seemingly strolling leisurely, yet in just a few steps arrived beside the two men who were on the verge of exchanging blows.

He looked to be around forty years old, with a refined and scholarly face, a gentle smile that seemed to never change at the corners of his mouth, and wore a spotless moon-white robe.

However, the moment he appeared, whether it was the furious Chen Xinjie, the composed Yun Ming, or the anxious Leng Yaozhu, they all subconsciously diverted a bit of their attention to him.

It wasn't because his aura was particularly domineering; on the contrary, his aura was harmonious and restrained, almost blending into his surroundings.

It's not because of him, but because of the person he is and the power he represents, that he carries significant weight in this time and place.

Zang Xin, the Amorous Douluo. Deputy Sect Master of the Tang Clan.

Zang Xin looked at Leng Yaozhu: "Leng sister, you can't persuade him. Chen Xinjie is not only stubborn and self-willed, but also an old man who sticks to his own principles."

"Yun Ming is very arrogant."

"It's impossible to avoid a fight."

"Zang Xin?" Chen Xinjie frowned, his wariness undiminished by the other's smile. "Is your Tang Clan also getting involved in this mess?"

Zang Xin shook his head slightly, his smile unchanged, but his eyes sharpened: "Palace Master Chen's words are unpleasant to hear. The safety of the continent is everyone's responsibility, how can you talk about wading into trouble?"

"It's just to check if the God-Slaying Missile is there, don't get so worked up."

"Who doesn't know that your Tang Sect and Shrek Academy are in cahoots?" Chen Xinjie retorted defiantly, "Fight if you want, even if you're involved, I'm not afraid."

Zang Xin fell silent. To be honest, their status, position, and strength were at the very top of the mainland; a single move by them could have far-reaching consequences.

A full-blown war would be bad for everyone.

He looked at Yun Ming, winked, and secretly asked with his mental power, "Was it really stolen? Is the news confirmed?"

Yun Ming frowned: "If I need to confirm, why am I even here?"

Zang Xin thought about it and agreed. After pondering for a moment with a headache, his tone turned to a sincere and honest one: "Palace Master Chen, let me ask you this. If the God-Slaying Missile is truly unharmed, what difference would it make if Yun Ming took a look at it?"

"Do you think he would dare to steal it from you right in front of all the guards? With his pride, he would never do such a despicable thing, nor would he stoop to it."

"On the contrary, if something were to happen, the more forcefully you try to stop it now, the more passive you would be when you learn the truth later, and you might even regret it. As the Lord of the War God Temple and the Vast Ocean Douluo, your responsibility is to protect, not to be stubborn. Sometimes, yielding to reveal the truth requires more wisdom and courage than stubbornly sticking to your principles and making a big mistake."

Chen Xinjie's lips moved, as if he wanted to retort, but he was speechless for a moment. Actually, he had regretted it a little when the fight first started, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Throughout his life, Chen Xinjie was willing to lose anything but his pride.

She even broke up with her first love because of this.

While the group was locked in a stalemate, two more people arrived.

"Wow, it's really lively here."

Hmm, those words sound familiar.

The group looked over and saw that the one who had spoken was a small, blond-haired creature.

The other one is Su Wuyan.

Su Wuyan, who was being watched, was sweating profusely and regretted coming here. Anyone here could kill him instantly.

Su Qiu, completely unfazed, scratched his head and said, "Haha, I'm here to see His Majesty the Heavenly Phoenix."

"Aunt Leng, should we continue?"

Continue with what?
Yun Ming and the others looked at Leng Yaozhu with suspicion.

Leng Yaozhu's face darkened when she was called "Aunt Leng." However, she suppressed her anger and explained what had just happened to Su Qiu, saying irritably, "So I'm busy right now, let's do it later."

Su Qiu understood immediately after hearing this, rubbed her hands together and moved closer to Chen Xinjie, showing no restraint in front of a quasi-god: "Palace Master Chen, never mind, never mind."

"There are too many of them, you'll be at a disadvantage."

"How about this, give me some face and let them take a look?"

Chen Xinjie frowned. He naturally recognized Su Qiu, who had recently attracted the attention of various forces.

This was their first meeting, and the other person gave him the impression of being arrogant.
I've already done Yunming's job, why should I give you face?
Chen Xinjie snorted coldly: "You"

Just as he was about to lash out, he suddenly sensed a peculiar power emanating from Su Qiu, which strangely calmed his martial spirit.

The words that were on the tip of his tongue were abruptly changed: "Are you alright?"

Yun Ming: "?"

Zang Xin: "?"

Leng Yaozhu: "?"

Su Wuyan: "?"

What happened?
Seeing Chen Xinjie, who had just been preparing for a fierce battle, withdraw his martial spirit, they were a little confused.

They're really giving Su Qiu face, aren't they?

Even after Leng Yaozhu, Zang Xin, and Yun Ming took turns trying to persuade him, they still couldn't get him to agree. Su Qiu just casually stepped in and said, "Give me some face," and he agreed? Agreed?!

This is even more terrifying than the fight between Yunming and Chen Xinjie just now!
Seeing the stunned group, Chen Xinjie didn't bother to look at them again, turned around and left, coldly saying, "Come with me."

Ahead, Chen Xinjie was flying at an extremely high speed, as if trying to use his speed to shake off the embarrassment and questions behind him.

His heart was far from calm; in fact, it was turbulent.

Just now, it wasn't that he subjectively wanted to compromise, but rather that his surging and passionate martial spirit, which was about to collide with Yun Ming's Sky-Piercing Divine Spear again, seemed to be gently brushed by an invisible and gentle hand.

All the raging waves, fighting spirit, and indomitable will subsided mysteriously, replaced by a sense of listlessness. It was as if the depths of his martial spirit were telling him, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep now, do as you please."

(End of this chapter)