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Thirty-six flagpoles were erected in the square of the Beast Taming Alliance headquarters, with the flags embroidered with the totems of four martial saint beasts, which whistled in the wind.

Gongsun Yuan raised the scale of this inauguration ceremony to the highest level since the alliance was established.

More than two hundred invitations were sent out, and all the major families in the provincial capital, the surrounding military garrisons, and even a few small sects that had cooperated with the alliance received them.

"In less than half a day after the post was published, we received more than 140 replies."

Standing behind Lin Feng, Tie Ying's tone carried an undisguised excitement.

Lin Feng was sitting on the steps of the inner hall, eating a steamed bun.

Are there many people coming?

"Many, far too many. Many forces we haven't been in contact with for thirty years have sent people."

"They're not here to support me."

Raymond Lam clapped his hands.

"They came to see what I'm really like."

Iron Eagle's laughter subsided.

The ceremony was scheduled for noon.

Lin Feng changed into a clean black combat suit, with the Fang of Calamity hanging diagonally on his back and the Starfall Nine Tribulations Blade at his waist.

He wasn't wearing the League's uniform; he thought it was too ugly and drab.

Several hundred people were already seated in the square.

The three rows on the left represent prominent families from the provincial capital.

The Yao, Chen, and Sun families each sent three to five people, all of whom were elders in their clans.

The two rows on the right are military personnel.

Several officers from the Northern Territory sat in the front row, and the Provincial Martial Arts Association also sent two vice presidents over.

Scattered behind them were various independent cultivators and small sects.

Lin Feng walked out of the inner hall and stepped onto the high platform in the center of the square.

The four mythical beasts, each a martial saint, stood in one of the four directions.

The Silver-feathered Sky Eagle crouched to the left rear of the high platform. The wound on its wing had mostly healed, and its silver feathers reflected the sunlight.

The black-armored tortoise-snake lay on its right rear, while the dark green python on its shell lazily coiled up, occasionally flicking its tongue.

The Crimson Flame Lion lay on the left front, the flames on its mane kept low, but the heat still made the spectators in the front row constantly wipe away sweat.

The Azure Scaled Sea Serpent coiled in the pool to the right, its head protruding above the water, its icy eyes sweeping across the entire area.

Gongsun Yuan held a copy of the Alliance Leader's Token and stood to the side of the high platform.

"The Beast Taming Alliance has a new leader!"

His voice echoed throughout the entire valley.

"Lin Feng, successor to the Eye of All Beasts!"

The four martial saint beasts bowed their heads simultaneously.

This scene is more effective than any words.

The backs of the hundreds of people below straightened simultaneously, not out of excitement, but because they were forced to.

The combined pressure of the four Martial Saints made it difficult for anyone below the Martial King level to even sit down.

Lin Feng stood on the high platform, scanned the entire audience, and didn't say anything unnecessary.

"Those who know me don't need an introduction. Those who don't know me will get to know me later. There's only one thing to do today."

He took the tooth of calamity from behind his back and placed it at his feet.

"The Beast Taming Alliance has officially formed an alliance with the Northern Military Region."

There was a buzzing sound from below.

The representatives of the several prominent families exchanged glances, their expressions subtle.

The ceremony proceeded quickly.

Gongsun Yuan read out the clauses in the Alliance's ancestral precepts regarding the successor of the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts, and the four elders took turns going up on stage to pay their respects.

The formalities were completed, and the banquet began.

Although the league is poor, it cannot afford to lose its prestige.

Thirty-six tables of food and drink were set up in the square, and the spirit wine used was aged for many years in the Alliance's cellar.

Lin Feng sat at the head of the table, with Gongsun Yuan on his left and Tie Ying on his right.

Sitting opposite were representatives from four prominent families and two military personnel.

After several rounds of drinks...

A gray-robed disciple came up carrying a newly opened bottle of spirit wine and respectfully filled the cups on the main table one by one.

The wine is all poured.

Lin Feng placed his hand on the wine glass.

The instant his finger touched the cup, his mental power detected an extremely faint anomaly.

It's not that there's something wrong with the taste of the wine.

The problem lies in the energy fluctuations on the surface of the wine.

The spirit wine itself carries a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy, but this particular cup of wine contains an even more subtle layer of energy.

poison.

It is colorless and odorless, but it cannot be hidden from a third-grade spiritual master.

Lin Feng tapped his finger on the rim of the glass, but didn't pick it up.

He didn't make a fuss.

He spread his mental energy outwards, accurately locking onto three unusual points of aura.

A stone pillar hidden on the east side of the square.

He was among the group of independent cultivators in the back row.

There's another one, on the gray-robed disciple who just poured the wine.

All three of them concealed their auras extremely well; if it weren't for the high level of perception of a mentalist, they would be completely undetectable.

Wu Zunjing.

Three assassins at the Martial Venerable Realm.

Lin Feng pushed his wine glass forward.

Iron Eagle was about to pick up his cup.

Lin Feng pressed down on his wrist with his left hand.

Iron Eagle was stunned.

"Don't drink it."

Two words.

Iron Eagle's expression changed instantly.

He looked down at the wine glass, brought his nose close to smell it, but couldn't smell anything.

But he chose to unconditionally trust the leader.

next second.

Iron Eagle sprang up from his chair, unleashing his full Martial Venerable aura.

The Silver Feathered Sky Eagle let out a cry from behind the high platform and spread its wings wide.

Three silver feather blades detached from the edges of the wings and shot out as three streaks of silver light.

puff!puff!puff!

Before the assassin behind the stone pillar could draw his sword, a feathered blade pierced his chest, pinning him to the pillar.

The one among the unaffiliated cultivators in the back row was the fastest; he flipped over and ran.

The second feather blade caught up with his back and pierced through his spine.

Finally, the assassin dressed as a gray-robed disciple pulled out the short sword hidden under the tray.

The third feather blade was a fraction of a second faster than his short sword, piercing his throat and pinning him to the bluestone pillar behind the main table.

Three corpses, three feathered blades.

From the moment Tie Ying stood up to the moment the three men died, it took no more than two seconds.

The chopsticks of all the hundreds of people in the room stopped moving.

Someone dropped their wine glass on the ground but didn't pick it up.

The face of the representative from the prominent family across the main table drained of all color.

Lin Feng picked up the glass of poisoned wine.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, he channeled his vital energy into his palm.

The spiritual wine in the cup began to boil under the burning sensation of qi and blood.

It bubbled a few times, and then the entire glass of wine, along with the toxins inside, evaporated into a wisp of white smoke.

The white smoke dissipated.

Lin Feng placed the empty cup back on the table, his voice neither loud nor soft.

"Starting today."

He stood up.

"Anyone who dares to touch the Alliance is touching the Northern Military Region. Anyone who touches the Northern Military Region is making an enemy of me, Lin Feng."

He patted the back of the Fang of Calamity.

"Did you understand?"

The square was so quiet you could hear the wind.

In a corner, a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary clothes silently got up and blended into the departing crowd.

He pulled his hat down low, turned into a deserted mountain path, and took out his communicator.

"All three of them are dead. The four elders reacted faster than expected. Lin Feng's mental perception is too abnormal; he detected the poisoned wine as soon as it was served."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communicator.

Then came a low, cold laugh.

"No rush. The more arrogant he is, the harder he'll fall. Prepare to close the net."

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