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The Nether Dragon passed through the last layer of clouds.

The outline of the 12th outpost in the East China Sea came into view below.

Flames, black smoke, and shattered building skeletons.

The defensive formations surrounding the outpost have all been extinguished.

In front of the command post, more than fifty dark figures were closing in.

At the main gate, Chen Guoliang and the last group of people were still holding on.

His sword was broken in half, and he leaned against the door frame, clutching the broken sword, his teeth grinding together.

He was ten meters in front of him.

A seventh-dan martial arts master from Japan raised his hand, his inner energy condensing in his palm.

"Last chance, surrender."

Chen Guoliang grinned and raised the broken sword forward.

"Your grandpa will die standing up."

The Japanese martial arts master's palm swelled up, and he pushed his hand forward.

The energy transformed into a pillar of light, which blasted directly at Chen Guoliang.

Chen Guoliang did not close his eyes.

He stared at the light and gripped the broken sword tightly.

The beam of light reached within an inch of my face.

Stopped.

A dark purple energy barrier stood in front of him.

The beam of light struck the barrier, shattering into energy fragments that exploded in mid-air.

The Japanese martial arts master still had his hand raised, but his expression froze.

Chen Guoliang was also stunned.

A figure fell from the sky.

Everyone saw it.

A young man, carrying a long spear, stood in front of Chen Guoliang.

Platinum flames danced on the tip of the spear, illuminating the surroundings.

"You are..." Chen Guoliang's voice was hoarse.

Lin Feng did not turn around.

"I am Raymond Lam"

"Leave the rest to me."

Upon hearing that it was Lin Feng, all the surviving soldiers of the Dragon Kingdom along the entire defense line felt reassured.

Chen Guoliang's legs went weak, and he almost couldn't support himself.

The string that had been stretched for so long finally loosened a little.

Lin Feng took a step forward.

The Japanese martial arts master in front of me is a seventh-dan.

The throwing knife was thrown.

A Starfall Nine Tribulations Blade shot out from Lin Feng's sleeve, its trajectory so bizarre that the man couldn't even see it clearly.

puff.

It enters through the left eye socket and exits through the back of the head.

The body fell straight backward, landing on the rubble and raising a layer of dust.

The surrounding Japanese martial arts masters all stopped.

More than fifty pairs of eyes turned to Lin Feng at the same time.

Lin Feng, carrying the gun, continued walking forward.

Let's go together.

No one answered.

But three people's breaths stirred.

Three figures slowly rose from behind the crowd.

The moment the blood and qi were released, even the sea breeze changed direction.

Emperor Wu.

Three.

Lin Feng looked up at the three people.

The one in the center is wearing a white kimono, has a slender face, and a smile on her lips.

Eiji Fujiba.

"You're Raymond Lam?"

He spoke Chinese fluently and with a hint of admiration in his tone.

"Young man, you have a lot of courage."

Lin Feng did not respond.

His mental energy had already scanned the aura concentration of all three people.

Emperor Wu's third stage, Emperor Wu's second stage, Emperor Wu's first stage.

Three against one.

In the past, he would have thought about it more carefully.

But now.

The roar of the Nether Dragon fell from the sky.

Its enormous body burst forth from the clouds, its hundred-meter-long dragon form crashing directly onto the sea with an overwhelming force.

boom!

Giant waves surged tens of meters high, and the seawater was pushed to both sides by the shockwave, forming a huge cavity around the Nether Dragon.

An aura of power at the level of a Martial Emperor spread out.

More than half of the fifty-odd Japanese martial arts masters were frozen in place.

Their innate fear of high-level dragons, ingrained in their blood, kept them rooted to the spot.

The smile on Fujiba Eiji's face vanished.

His pupils were fixed on the dark purple dragon.

"A Martial Emperor-level beast..." Sanada Osamu, standing beside him, swallowed hard. "This wasn't mentioned in the intelligence!"

"That old good-for-nothing Song Henian!" Ito Kukai cursed.

Lin Feng didn't give them time to discuss it.

"Mingjiao."

The Nether Dragon's vertical pupils locked onto the three Martial Emperors.

The dragon's breath gathered for a second.

A dark purple beam of light, over five meters in diameter, shot out from its mouth and slammed head-on into Fujiba Eiji and his two companions.

Eiji Fujiba reacted the fastest.

He dodged to the right, and the dragon's breath grazed past his left shoulder.

The left sleeve of the kimono instantly evaporated, revealing a strong arm underneath, with a red burn mark on the skin.

Osamu Sanada wasn't so lucky.

He dodged to the left, and the edge of the dragon's breath grazed his right leg.

Half of his lower leg was gone.

"what!"

Before the scream could even finish, the Nether Serpent's tail had already lashed out.

Sanada Osamu's body was sent flying.

Ito Kukai circled around from the other side, drew his twin swords, and slashed at the Nether Dragon's ribs.

The moment the blade touched the dark purple scales.

Ding.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Not even a white mark was left.

The Nether Dragon didn't even turn around.

It casually slapped its front paw backward.

Ito Kukai blocked the claw attack with his twin swords.

But that force pushed him backward.

He looked up.

The Nether Dragon had already turned around.

the other side.

Lin Feng turned around and faced the remaining fifty-odd Japanese martial arts masters.

He lowered the gun from his shoulder, the tip pointing forward.

Platinum Dragon Flame shot up from the tip of the spear.

"Who wants to go first?"

No one moved.

They just saw it with their own eyes.

One throwing knife, and a seventh-level martial arts master was instantly killed.

Lin Feng took a step forward.

More than fifty people took a step back at the same time.

Lin Feng chuckled.

"Not coming?"

"Then I'll go."

The stealth walk.

His figure vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in the most crowded part of the crowd.

The gun is fired.

A blue dragon emerges from the sea.

The platinum dragon flames wrapped around the gun barrel, drawing a semicircle.

The person standing inside the semicircular arc has their body cut in two.

The upper half was still lunging forward, but the lower half had already collapsed.

Throwing knives followed, cutting into the crowd from different angles.

Puff puff puff!

Several heads flew into the air.

Lin Feng didn't stop walking.

To thrust.

It pierced directly through the face of a fifth-level Martial Saint.

Sweep.

The dragon flames simultaneously blasted the three people huddled together away, burning their bodies to ashes in mid-air.

Panic began to spread.

Some people turned and ran.

But the throwing knives were faster than them.

Chen Guoliang's voice was trembling.

"This is... the fighting power of one person?"

No one answered him.

All the surviving soldiers on the East China Sea defense line are watching the same scene through various means.

A young man, carrying a long spear that was burning with flames, charged wildly through the crowd of more than fifty Japanese martial arts masters.

A gunshot kills.

No one could withstand a single shot from him.

On the sea surface, the Nether Dragon unleashed its second breath.

Fujiba Eiji's figure dodged awkwardly amidst the dragon's breath, his kimono burned to a mere half, and the composure on his face vanished completely.

He saw the scene on the shore.

More than fifty martial saints are being slaughtered by one person.

Song Henian stood on a reef further away, his face ashen.

He turned and left.

The Nether Dragon noticed.

A ball of energy was exhaled from its mouth and flew off in the direction of Song Henian.

Song Henian was in very poor condition and his escape speed was far slower than that of the energy cluster.

boom!

A cloud of blood mist dissipated.

died.

Lin Feng's spear pierced the chest of the last Japanese martial arts master.

He looked up at the sea.

The combined efforts of the three Martial Emperors put the Nether Dragon at a disadvantage.

Lin Feng's blood surged, and he took a step forward.

A cold glint flashed, pointing directly at the three of them.

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