High-level martial arts: Contract cashback, invincible starting from the Zerg.

"Who's calling my name like a dog?"

As soon as those words were spoken, Chen Feng immediately took half a step back.

This statement carried an immense pressure of blood and energy, like a heavy hammer striking Chen Feng's eardrums.

All eyes in the hall instantly turned to the open entrance of the Martial God Hall.

In backlight.

A burly figure, nearly two meters tall, slowly approached.

He wasn't wearing the exquisite swordsmanship attire of Ling Changhong; instead, his black bodysuit was stretched taut by his muscles, with the collar casually open. Yet, his violent aura spread out like a raging sea.

It looked just like an ancient hunter who had just returned from fighting in the lair of a giant beast.

The two direct descendants of the Ling family sword cultivators immediately turned deathly pale, but they still blocked his way with their swords, shouting sharply, "Halt!"

The newcomer didn't even lift an eyelid, casually extending both hands forward.

Before his palms even touched the two sword cultivators, an unparalleled surge of blood energy pushed them aside, as effortlessly as if he had merely brushed aside two flying insects blocking his path.

The man's appearance instantly silenced the entire room.

The sword cultivators who had just been bowing to Ling Changhong now had white fingertips and their hands holding the sword hilts were trembling slightly.

Mu Wen chuckled and explained to Chen Feng, "This is Xiang Cang, the only ruthless person in the Xiang family of this generation who has mastered the Primordial Overlord Body Technique to the fifth level. He spends most of his time fighting on the Desolate Heavenly Ladder of the Martial God Palace. Even in the virtual battles of the Desolate Heavenly Ladder, he has killed a total of five Desolate Heavenly King Beasts. He is also the most likely candidate to become the head of the Xiang family."

Five Desolate-Rank King Beasts?!

Chen Feng knew all too well the terrifying value hidden behind those mere five numbers.

For the vast majority of combatants, in battles between people of the same rank, the King Beast is almost an insurmountable barrier for humans.

They are born with indestructible scales, immense strength capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks, and innate supernatural abilities. In terms of physical strength and talent alone, they far surpass humans below the Desolate Rank.

For an ordinary Celestial-rank combatant to kill a Celestial-rank King Beast, it often requires precise coordination between Celestial-rank experts who are well-versed in the art of killing.

This innate gap between races can only be greatly narrowed when humans reach the Desolate Realm, connect with the laws of heaven and earth through their own martial arts origins, and temper their physical body and sea of ​​consciousness to a new level.

Even so, in the life-or-death battle between Desolate-Rank experts and Desolate-Rank King Beasts, human martial artists are still at an absolute disadvantage.

As Xiang Cang walked through the crowd as if no one else was there, he stood before Ling Changhong.

Xiang Cang glanced at Ling Changhong from head to toe, then tilted his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips, revealing undisguised arrogance and contempt.

"I thought it was someone else, but it's Young Master Ling. What's wrong? It's been years, and while your swordsmanship hasn't reached its peak, your skill at picking on the weak has certainly improved?" Xiang Cang said loudly.

Faced with Xiang Cang's mockery, Ling Changhong's expression darkened for only a moment, and his sword intent suddenly surged.

The sword at his waist emitted a deafening dragon's roar, and the Lingxiao sword patterns on his ice silk robe lit up, like thousands of sword lights ready to be unleashed.

"Xiang Cang, I joined the Martial God Palace later than you. Don't you feel ashamed spending all your time here?"

Xiang Cang burst into laughter.

He then took a few steps forward, his murderous aura, carrying the stench of battlefield blood, hitting Ling Changhong's face directly. The ruthlessness in his evil smile was almost overflowing. "Ling Changhong, I, Xiang Cang, have lived for twenty-eight years, and I still don't know how to write the word 'shame'."

So, are you going to answer or not?

"Your bet is too petty; I'm not interested," Xiang Cang said loudly. "But is this all the face you, Ling Changhong, are worth?"

Everyone in the audience held their breath.

Even the members of the Su family, who had been sitting upright watching the spectacle, straightened up slightly, eager to witness the heated exchange between the two.

The Li family members in the corner also raised their eyes.

Soon, Xiang Cang's gaze toward Ling Changhong turned fierce again.

"If we're going to gamble, we'll go big. If you can beat me in the rankings of the Martial God Ladder this time, or if you can knock me off the ladder arena, my Xiang family will not only give you ten sets of Obsidian Armor, but I can also give the Ling family the arms acquisition rights of the two central cities of Wuyang and Lianlu."

"Really?" Ling Changhong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xiang Cang stared into Ling Changhong's eyes, his arrogance and provocation in his smile almost tangible.

"But if you lose, in addition to the Sword Cultivator Pavilion that I have already promised, I will also take hundreds of volumes of swordsmanship manuals from your Sword Cultivator Pavilion. It can be considered as robbing the rich to help the poor."

Upon hearing this, Ling Changhong felt a chill almost freeze over him. The hundreds of scrolls of uneven sword techniques and cultivation methods were far less valuable than the acquisition rights to the weaponry of the two central cities.

It can be said that Xiang Cang offered such conditions mainly because he believed he would definitely win.

Or perhaps it was to demonstrate the power and influence of the Xiang family.

After a full three breaths of silence, Ling Changhong finally gave his answer: "Yes."

Xiang Cang laughed even more unrestrainedly.

He glanced sideways at the group of martial gods from the Li family who remained outside the crowd, and immediately pointed to one of them.

"Go back and tell Li Buyan that this is a bet between Ling Changhong and me, Xiang Cang. I hope he can come to the Martial God Palace one day and see what's going on."

Although the Li family martial god who was pointed at by Xiang Cang was far weaker than Xiang Cang, he still nodded calmly.

Just as Chen Feng was assessing the situation, Mu Wen walked to Chen Feng's side, his gaze revealing a cryptic meaning.

"Let's go over and say hello to Xiang Cang later."

"...Us?" Chen Feng asked, somewhat incredulously.

After all, with Chen Feng's peak Earth Rank cultivation, dealing with a Desolate Rank expert now is practically like an ant trying to shake a tree—a thankless and arduous task.

It makes almost no sense.

However, Mu Wen simply smiled and pointed out a detail that Chen Feng had not noticed.

"Of course, now is the time for you to choose your side."