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He kept an eye on the atmosphere from the northwest.

The leader was a seventh-level Martial Saint, while the others varied in strength, ranging from third to fifth level Martial Saints.

They came for him.

Lin Feng remained calm and counted the throwing knives.

Then the movement trajectories of those auras changed.

The speed is decreasing.

It stopped in an area about four kilometers away from him.

Lin Feng used his mental energy to scan the state of those people, moving along the ground.

The leader was crouching behind a rock, holding a communicator in his hand, talking to someone.

The blood and qi are fluctuating wildly, the heartbeat is rapid, and breathing becomes shallow.

What message did they receive?

Four kilometers away.

Zhao Tianhong's hand holding the communicator trembled involuntarily.

News came from the clan's intelligence network.

His deputy leaned over and spoke in a low voice.

"Patriarch, I've just investigated Lin Feng's background."

"explain."

"National Grand Championship. The Bai family of Beijing was wiped out. Song Zhenkun, Deputy Commander of the East China Sea Military Region, a Martial Saint of the Fifth Dan, was beheaded in public."

Zhao Tianhong's breath hitched.

The deputy continued.

"Duan Hongyuan took him to the capital, where Bai Yong activated the Blood Sea Floating Pagoda Formation, sacrificing three thousand people in blood. Even a half-step Martial Emperor died."

Zhao Tianhong's leg bent slightly.

He grabbed the shoulder of the guard next to him to keep from falling.

The entire Bai family was wiped out.

Bai Yong.

Half-step Emperor of Martial Arts.

He, Zhao Tianhong, is only a seventh-dan martial arts master.

"Master..." The deputy's voice trailed off, watching his expression, "Should we still pursue them?"

Zhao Tianhong stood there, silent for a long time.

The wind blew from the wasteland, making his clothes flutter.

"Disarm me."

The deputy was stunned.

"Disassemble everything. Knives, hidden weapons, armor—remove them all."

Zhao Tianhong's hand was already unsheathing the sword from his belt.

"Change out of that battle suit and into plain clothes."

The eight guards exchanged glances, but no one uttered a sound.

Zhao Tianhong turned around and glanced at them.

"Contact the clan and have them send over the key to the treasury. Also, go to the storeroom and fetch a document as an apology."

He gritted his teeth.

"Heavy, the heavier the better."

The deputy opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing and turned to do it.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Tianhong changed into a gray and white plain outfit.

His waist was empty; he didn't have a single weapon.

All the guards were disarmed.

Zhao Tianhong glanced at the sky and took a deep breath.

"Walk."

They changed direction and headed towards Lin Feng's location.

The speed was slowed down, and the qi and blood were constricted to the minimum.

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Lin Feng sat on the back of the ground dragon, with one leg dangling down.

With his mental power, he could clearly see the movements of Zhao Tianhong and his group.

They removed their weapons, changed their clothes, and calmed their qi and blood.

They didn't understand the inexplicable behavior of the crowd.

He didn't move; he just sat and waited.

The earth dragon lay on the gravelly ground, its tail lazily sweeping twice.

The griffin folded its wings and perched on the back of the earth dragon, dozing off.

Five minutes later.

The group of people came into view.

Zhao Tianhong walked at the very front.

He was in his fifties, tall and thin, with graying temples.

Her plain clothes fluttered in the wind, and she carried a wooden box in her hand.

He stopped fifty meters away.

The guards behind him looked rather grim.

As the earth dragon's beastly aura pressed down, the legs of two Martial Saints at the third stage trembled.

Zhao Tianhong took three steps forward.

Then his knees bent.

thump.

His knees slammed onto the gravel ground with a loud thud.

"Zhao Tianhong of the Zhao family apologizes to Lieutenant Lin."

The expressions of the guards behind him changed.

The head of the Zhao family.

The Martial Saint, 7th Dan, is the head of one of the three great families in Northwest China, and has been operating for many years.

I knelt down.

Lin Feng jumped off the dragon's back.

He walked up to Zhao Tianhong and stopped.

He didn't say anything.

She looked down at him.

Sweat began to bead on Zhao Tianhong's forehead, and the collar of his plain clothes was soaked with sweat.

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds.

Zhao Tianhong's knees ached from kneeling on the gravel, and after bracing himself twice, his back gave way again.

"You sent people to steal my things."

Zhao Tianhong's body trembled slightly.

"It was Zhao's negligence in disciplining his subordinates; he didn't know it was Lieutenant Lin..."

"Just because you don't know it's me doesn't mean you can steal it?"

Zhao Tianhong's words were cut off.

"If it were just an ordinary martial artist, or a small team that had just emerged from a secret realm, would your Zhao family feel perfectly justified in robbing them?"

Zhao Tianhong opened his mouth.

He couldn't say anything.

Because the answer is correct.

The Zhao family has been operating in the Northwest for sixty years, and that's how they built their fortune.

Whenever someone comes out of the secret realm with something in the wasteland, the Zhao family always manages to intercept them on the way.

They've been using this tactic for decades, and at least ten thousand martial artists have died because of it.

Today, when it was my turn to be eliminated, I finally realized I was scared.

Lin Feng squatted down to be at eye level with Zhao Tianhong.

"What do you have to do with the people of Japan?"

Zhao Tianhong shook his head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

"No! The Zhao family has absolutely no dealings with Japan!"

His voice was trembling.

"We just... we just saw some people going deep into the wilderness and wanted to intercept them. It has absolutely nothing to do with the Japanese!"

Lin Feng used his mental energy to scan it.

The fluctuations in Qi and blood are stable, without the disordered signs characteristic of lying.

The pupils were normal, and although the breathing was rapid, the rhythm was not disordered.

I didn't lie.

It's purely the behavior of a local bully; seeing an easy target passing by, they habitually pounce and take a bite.

It has nothing to do with Japan.

Lin Feng stood up.

"The Zhao family has been operating in the Northwest for sixty years; they must be quite wealthy."

Zhao Tianhong's heart sank.

"I've brought the list of apologies..." He handed the wooden box in his hand forward.

"not enough."

Lin Feng didn't even look at it, just pointed out two words.

Zhao Tianhong's hand froze in mid-air.

Zhao Tianhong gritted his teeth and placed the wooden box on the ground.

"Lieutenant Lin, name your price."

"The Zhao family owns 30% of their businesses: mines, shops, and medicinal herb fields. I'll take the lead."

Zhao Tianhong's face twitched.

%.

The Zhao family's accumulated wealth, encompassing numerous businesses of varying sizes, amounts to tens of billions.

Thirty percent is over 10 billion.

His deputy behind him took half a step forward, his lips barely moving.

Zhao Tianhong raised his hand to stop him.

The premise of bargaining is that both parties are evenly matched.

The person in front of me wiped out the entire Bai family and killed a half-step Martial Emperor.

As a seventh-level Martial Saint, what right do I have to bargain?

"OK."

The words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

Lin Feng nodded.

"Deliver the list of assets to the Beast Taming Alliance headquarters within three days." Lin Feng put his hands behind his back. "If it's not delivered by then, I'll come and collect it myself."

Zhao Tianhong nodded.

The movements were very small.

Lin Feng turned around and walked back, then climbed onto the earth dragon.

The earth dragon exerted force with its four claws, and its body was launched forward.

A cloud of dust rose from the wasteland.

Zhao Tianhong remained kneeling on the spot, not standing up.

Half a minute later, the deputy cautiously walked to his side and reached out to help him.

Zhao Tianhong slapped his hand away.

"go back."

The deputy spoke in a low voice: "Master, thirty percent of the assets..."

"Give."

"But......"

"You want to negotiate with him?" Zhao Tianhong turned around and glanced at him.

The deputy shut up.

Zhao Tianhong raised his left hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Notify everyone in the clan. From today onwards, all Zhao family ambush teams in the wasteland must withdraw."

"all?"

"all."

Zhao Tianhong turned around and took two steps in the southeast direction, then stopped.

"From now on, if you encounter anyone from the North, go around them."