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That aged and heavy voice seemed to resound directly in everyone's mind.

Zhao Mingtang's legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

The four generals behind him were even paler than before, and two of them had already leaned against the wall.

"Song...Song Guolao..."

Zhao Mingtang's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete title.

Even from an unknown distance, a single voice was enough to make all the martial saints present gasp for breath.

In the conference room, the air seemed to freeze.

Cracks began to appear on the wall and were expanding at a visible rate.

Just when that oppressive force seemed about to crush everyone.

Apart from Duan Hongyuan and Lin Feng.

Duan Hongyuan took the lead.

He stood up from the chair, his blood and energy surging.

A pure golden aura emanated from his body, like an invisible wall, forcefully pushing back the overwhelming pressure from Song Henian.

"Old man Song, at your age, you still like to bully the younger generation from afar?"

Duan Hongyuan's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried the confidence of an emperor.

Two invisible forces clashed in the small conference room.

Click!

Space began to distort.

The tables, chairs, and walls in the conference room silently turned to dust under the pressure of the two forces.

"Duan Hongyuan."

Song Henian's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of coldness.

"You've suffered from blood and qi deficiency before, and you still dare to challenge me?"

The words fell.

Suddenly, a dark crack appeared in the space directly above the conference room.

Chaotic spatial turbulence surged from the crack, and a figure slowly stepped out from it.

He looked exactly like Song Henian, wearing a dark red robe and with a gaunt face.

But those eyes were strange; they were filled with blood.

His aura was approaching that of a second-stage Martial Emperor.

"Blood Curse Incarnation"

Duan Hongyuan stared at the figure, his brows furrowed. He turned his head and quickly said something to Lin Fengneng.

"This old bastard has practiced some evil martial arts, and his style is biased towards the Japanese style. Be careful."

When Zhao Mingtang saw the "true form" descend, the fear on his face was instantly replaced by ecstasy.

He turned around abruptly, pointed at Duan Hongyuan and Lin Feng, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"The Grand Elder is here! All soldiers of the Southern Frontier, heed my command!"

"Seize these two traitors! Live or die!"

Inside the command post, all the elite troops from southern Xinjiang turned their guns around at the same time.

The dark mass of psionic cannons was all aimed at Duan Hongyuan and Lin Feng, who were standing in the center.

The blood curse avatar in the sky moved.

He raised a withered finger and pointed it at Lin Feng from a distance of more than ten meters.

There was no noticeable sound.

But Lin Feng's mental power detected it.

An invisible finger force, formed from pure blood essence and killing intent, pierced through space, directly blocking all his escape routes.

This finger strike was unavoidable.

Duan Hongyuan moved first.

He stepped forward and stood in front of Lin Feng.

"Dragon Abyss!"

The sword was drawn, its clear and melodious sound ringing out.

Duan Hongyuan flicked his wrist, and the tip of the Dragon Abyss Sword drew a circle in front of him. The domineering sword energy condensed into a shield, which stood in front of the two of them.

The finger strength has arrived.

It crashed into the sword and shield.

boom!

The golden sword and shield shook violently for a second.

next moment.

boom!

A crack appeared in the middle of the sword and shield.

Duan Hongyuan's body jolted, and he took half a step back.

Lin Feng supported him.

He could feel that the fluctuations of Qi and blood within Duan Hongyuan's body weakened significantly in an instant.

It seems that the deficit from last time has not been fully recovered.

"Old man..."

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the Blood Curse Avatar in mid-air, his eyes dropping to freezing point.

He pushed Duan Hongyuan back and took a step forward himself.

"Dare to touch my people?"

Anger exploded in his chest.

Lin Feng didn't waste any more words.

At this moment, the blood and qi of the sixth level of Martial Saint were completely drawn out without reservation and poured into the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear.

The dragon-shaped array patterns on the gun body lit up, and platinum dragon flames surged from the tip of the gun, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

The Blood Curse Avatar looked at Lin Feng's surging aura with a hint of disdain.

He raised his finger again, preparing to launch a second attack.

But Lin Feng didn't give him that chance.

Lin Feng's gun moved.

But the target is not the Blood Curse Incarnation.

He saw through it.

The power of this avatar did not arise out of thin air, but was continuously transmitted from the original body thousands of miles away through a certain spatial node.

That node is located three meters to the left and behind the avatar.

A point of spatial distortion that is almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Break it!"

Lin Feng roared and thrust out the tip of his spear.

The gun, carrying a force capable of tearing everything apart, pierced fiercely into that spatial node.

Click!

A crisp sound rang out in the air.

In mid-air, the Blood Curse Avatar stopped its second finger strike, which it was about to unleash.

His crimson aura began to diminish at a visible rate, and his figure became illusory.

The energy transmission was forcibly interrupted.

"How...is this possible?!"

For the first time, astonishment appeared on the face of the avatar.

Lin Feng didn't give him time to be shocked.

He seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"die!"

The tip of the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear burst forth with a blinding white light.

Although it was only a full-force thrust from a sixth-level Martial Saint.

But this one stab was enough.

The spear tip pierced the chest of the Blood Curse Incarnation, which was beginning to fade into ethereal form.

Platinum dragon flames surged from the tip of the spear, scorching the body formed from essence and blood.

"ah--!"

The avatar let out a miserable howl, and its entire body rapidly dissipated in the flames.

Before it was completely reduced to ashes, Song Henian's voice, filled with murderous intent, came from the air once again.

"Lin Feng! Duan Hongyuan!"

"When my true form descends upon the Southern Frontier, I will annihilate both of you, soul and spirit!"

The sound dissipated.

The avatar also disappeared completely.

Silence returned to the meeting room.

Zhao Mingtang and the other generals from the southern border stared blankly at the scene before them, their minds completely blank.

The embodiment of the blood curse of the elder statesman.

The combat power of Emperor Wu at the second stage.

That's it...gone?

Lin Feng held a long spear, the platinum dragon flames on the tip of the spear still flickering, reflecting on his cold face.

He slowly turned his head and looked around at the soldiers from southern Xinjiang who were still holding guns in the conference room.

"Now."

His voice was very soft, yet it sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"Who's going to stop me?"

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