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The four martial saint beasts stood in four directions, turning the mining area square into an impenetrable fortress.

The silver-feathered eagle circled in the sky without landing, its wingspan of over forty meters cutting the sunlight into fragmented spots that dappled everyone's heads.

The scene suddenly changed from "heroes vying for treasure" to "catching a turtle in a jar".

Sun Dehou's old face turned deathly pale, almost transparent.

Sun Zhengyang, who was so scared he wet himself, was trying to shrink back into the crowd when he tripped over his own foot and fell to the ground.

Lu Mingyuan's dozen or so men had automatically formed a defensive formation, their swords drawn, but their hands were all trembling.

He Yunzhou struggled for a long time to straighten his bent legs.

He picked up the emerald green short staff from the ground, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Four-headed martial saint beasts.

This lineup would be unstoppable in the entire Dragon Kingdom.

What makes him, a mere half-step Martial Saint, compare to others?

But just as He Yunzhou was about to admit defeat...

An unusual movement appeared again in the sky to the northeast of the mining area.

There were three streams of light.

Three distinct auras rapidly approached from afar: one aged and composed, one sharp and flamboyant, and one sinister and eerie.

"They're here, they're here." Tie Ying whispered behind Lin Feng, his voice barely concealing his nervousness.

Three figures landed one after another on the ridge outside the mining area.

The first one was a gaunt old man, wearing a patched gray robe and carrying a gourd of wine in his hand. He looked like a ragpicker on the street.

But the aura emanating from him was so strong it was impossible to dissipate.

Martial Saint, Fourth Stage.

The second was a middle-aged man, tall and strong, shirtless, with scars all over his chest and back. He held a short axe in each hand, the blades stained with the blood of some strange beast.

Martial Saint, Second Stage.

The third one is the most bizarre. A cloud of black mist drifted down from the mountain ridge. When the mist dissipated, a woman in a black robe stood inside, her face mostly covered by a hood, revealing only her chin and a section of her pale neck.

The Martial Saint.

However, her aura was extremely unstable, fluctuating in strength, making it impossible to judge her true power.

Three martial saints.

They came by the smell.

The energy fluctuations at the place where the Martial Saint passed away were too intense, with golden light shooting into the sky. Who among the Martial Saints within a thousand miles could remain seated there?

The gaunt old man took a swig of wine, wiped his mouth, and glanced around the mining area.

He saw four martial saint-like beasts.

I almost dropped the gourd.

"Damn, what's going on?"

The shirtless man also stopped, his short axe hanging at his sides, his expression changing from fanaticism to solemnity.

The woman in the black robe didn't react much; a slight smile played at the corners of her lips beneath her hood.

The three martial saints stood on the mountain ridge and exchanged glances.

The gaunt old man was the first to speak, and his voice carried throughout the entire mining area.

"Is this the Beast Taming Alliance?"

Gongsun Yuan turned around on the high platform, his long, white beard fluttering in the air currents.

"good."

The gaunt old man took another swig of wine and smacked his lips.

"The place where the Martial Saint passed away is a divinely ordained opportunity; according to the rules of the martial world, it belongs to the destined one. Does your alliance intend to monopolize it?"

His tone wasn't harsh; it even carried a hint of the politeness typical of a seasoned veteran of the underworld, but the meaning behind his words was very clear.

We want a share of the profits.

The shirtless man was less polite; he crossed his two axes in front of him and clashed them together with a clang.

"I've traveled eight hundred miles to get here; I can't go back empty-handed, can I?"

The woman in the black robe didn't speak, but the black mist around her began to spread outwards.

Including Lu Mingyuan and He Yunzhou from before.

There are currently three foreign martial saints with high combat power in the mining area: one half-step martial saint and one eighth-level martial venerable.

Opposite them were the four elders of the Beast Taming Alliance, four Martial Saint Beasts, and Lin Feng.

Going head-on against the league won't hurt you.

But what happens after the battle? A melee between several Martial Saints is enough to raze half a mountain to the ground. Will the secret realm still be able to survive?

Gongsun Yuan did not speak.

Helian Shuang didn't move either.

They were all waiting for someone to make a decision.

Lin Feng stood up from his chair.

All eyes in the room turned to them.

The three martial saints looked down from the ridge and finally took a proper look at the young man sitting at the entrance of the mine.

The gaunt old man squinted and sized him up for two seconds.

"You're the new leader? You look quite young. How old are you?"

"eighteen."

The withered old man choked on his wine.

The shirtless man grinned, revealing two rows of yellow teeth. "Eighteen? Is the alliance so poor that they've made a little kid their leader?"

A sinister chuckle came from beneath the hood of the woman in the black robe.

Lin Feng didn't respond to those words.

He looked at the three people on the ridge, then at Lu Mingyuan and He Yunzhou in the mining area, and finally glanced at the small fry who had followed him.

I'll say it once.

His voice wasn't loud, but his vital energy emanated slightly outwards, making it audible throughout the entire mining area.

"This mine and the secret realm beneath it belong to the Beast Taming Alliance. The property rights belong to me, and the land deeds are in my hands."

"Want to get in? Impossible!"

He paused for a moment.

"Those who refuse to leave will end up like those piles of debris on the ground."

Everyone present automatically glanced at the ground.

The blood mist from the four Sun family martial masters that had been torn apart has dissipated, but the red marks remaining on the ground are still there.

The withered old man's smile faded.

He put away the wine gourd and reached his right hand into his gray robe to feel around.

"Little brat, you've got quite the nerve. But I've lived for over ninety years and I've never been intimidated by someone's high-handed manner."

His breath suddenly rose in the pause between those words.

The full power of a fourth-stage Martial Saint.

The gray robe was blown away by the shockwave, revealing a dark silver battle armor underneath.

"Your alliance's sacred beasts are indeed intimidating, but do you think we're pushovers?"

He grinned.

"A fight would be mutually destructive, and your alliance wouldn't benefit either. Why don't we all sit down and talk?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Feng made a move.

"The mine itself belongs to our alliance. Talk? Talk my ass!"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the four elders, his meaning clear.

Two horizontal lines and one vertical line mean "Let's do it!"

The four martial saint beasts instantly bristled.

The silver-feathered eagle let out a cry in the sky, spread its wings, and its momentum increased by 30%.

The dark green python on the shell of the Xuanjia Turtle-Snake raised its head, its mouth opened, and its venom glands swelled.

The flames on the mane of the Crimson Flame Lion instantly changed from crimson to a high-temperature bluish-white.

The hundred-meter-long body of the Azure Scaled Sea Serpent coiled into a fleshy wall, its eyes gleaming with a chilling killing intent.

All four Martial Saint-level beasts entered battle mode.

The smile on the withered old man's face froze.

He thought he could get some benefits with his silver tongue, but he underestimated Lin Feng's fighting spirit.

The bare-chested man twirled his short axe twice in his hand, but couldn't muster any confidence in it.

His muscles tensed involuntarily, an instinctive reaction when facing an enemy.

The black mist surrounding the woman in the black robe receded.

Instead of stepping forward, she took a half-step back.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly reached a critical point.