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At the foot of Mount Fuji.

Valhalla Square.

The execution platform has been set up.

Five execution pillars stood in the center of the square, with five soldiers from the Dragon Kingdom bound to them by iron chains.

The square was surrounded by Japanese warriors, a dark mass of them.

On the high platform.

Eiji Fujiba sat in a wheelchair.

Half of his body was wrapped in gauze, his face was deathly pale, but his eyes were bright.

It was a sense of anticipation, like a great revenge was about to be taken.

There were two people standing behind him.

One male and one female.

The man was short and stocky, bald, and exuded a calm and steady aura.

Emperor Wu's two periods.

The woman was tall and thin, with a cold and stern face, and she held a naginata in her hand.

Emperor Wu's three stages.

Emperor Wu was in charge.

This is for the Dragon Kingdom to see.

It's also for the whole world to see.

You're here to rescue people? Okay.

The live broadcast from the square was aimed at the execution post, and the footage was simultaneously transmitted to the world.

The Japanese side even thoughtfully adjusted the angle.

Make sure every viewer can clearly see the faces of the five Chinese soldiers.

suddenly.

A messenger scrambled up the platform.

"Report! From the Dragon Kingdom... one person has breached the entire defense line! They are approaching Valhalla!"

Eiji Fujiba's finger twitched.

"How long will it take?"

"Expected..."

The messenger hadn't finished speaking.

It got dark.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

A massive, dark purple shadow burst forth from the clouds, obscuring half the sky.

The scales on the hundred-meter-long dragon reflected the sunlight, casting a huge shadow above the Hall of Heroes.

An aura of power at the level of a Martial Emperor descended from the sky.

Of the hundreds of elite martial arts masters in the square, more than a third knelt down.

The chanting echoed throughout Mount Fuji.

The Nether Dragon slowly descended.

Its enormous body landed in the very center of Valhalla Square, its claws crushing the stone slabs on the ground.

On the back of the Dark Dragon.

Lin Feng stood up.

He jumped off the dragon's back and stepped onto the broken stone slabs.

He held the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear in his hand, the tip pointing downwards.

The platinum dragon flames jumped twice.

He looked up and scanned the square.

The five people on the execution pillar saw him.

The youngest boy had a slit squeezed out of his swollen left eye.

Something was flashing in my right eye.

Lin Feng looked away.

He took a step forward.

The pressure from the Nether Dragon intensified.

More than a dozen Japanese martial arts masters knelt down.

The second step.

third step.

He walked toward the execution post.

No one dared to stop him.

Footsteps echoed one after another.

Every step felt like stepping on the heart of a Japanese warrior.

Wherever he walked, the crowd automatically parted to both sides.

No one was blocking the way.

No one dared to stop them.

The Martial Emperor's aura emanating from the Nether Dragon enveloped the entire area, like a mountain pressing down on everyone's heads.

Breathing has become difficult.

On the high platform.

Eiji Fujiba's fingers gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly.

He recalled his previous nightmare.

The two Martial Emperors behind him made the first move.

The bald man took half a step forward, releasing his vital energy.

The Emperor Wu's two-stage pressure collided with the Nether Dragon, creating a piercing buzzing sound in the air.

But he didn't make a move.

Because he wasn't sure he could win.

The dragon devoured Sanada Osamu and Ito Kukai in one go.

He didn't want to follow in their footsteps.

Lin Feng walked up to the execution pillar.

He looked up at the five people tied to the pillar.

His face was covered in wounds, his uniform was tattered, and dried blood was visible on his face.

But no one lowered their head.

All five pairs of eyes were on him.

Lin Feng didn't say anything.

The Star Dragon Annihilation Spear was raised.

The tip of the gun made a light stroke.

The iron chain broke.

The first person slipped off the pillar, and Lin Feng caught him.

The second iron chain broke.

All five iron chains were cut.

Five people stood behind him.

The youngest boy's legs were trembling, but he gritted his teeth and didn't fall.

Lin Feng turned around and glanced at him.

"Can you still stand?"

The boy nodded vigorously.

"able!"

"it is good."

Lin Feng turned around.

The Nether Dragon opened its mouth.

Inside the dragon's mouth is a thin energy membrane that isolates it from external pressure and impact.

Temporary shelter.

"Go in," Lin Feng said to the five people.

The five of them did not hesitate.

One by one, they burrowed into the mouth of the Nether Dragon.

The Nether Dragon closed its mouth and let out a soft hum.

The person is safe.

Lin Feng turned around.

Facing the high platform.

He showed no fear whatsoever towards the Japanese warriors and the crowd of them.

Around the square, the live-streaming spirit artifacts were still running.

The footage was broadcast all over the world.

The whole world is watching.

Lin Feng raised the Star Dragon World-Destroying Spear.

The tip of the gun was pointed at the high platform.

Platinum Dragon Flame erupted from the tip of the spear, burning a blinding light in the air.

He spoke, but his voice was soft.

But every single word was transmitted to every corner of the world through live streaming.

"Is the live stream still running?"

"very good."

He took a step forward.

"Then let the whole world see."

Another step.

"The price to pay for harming the soldiers of my Dragon Kingdom."

Platinum Dragon Flame surged.

The temperature at the tip of the gun burned all the surrounding air into a vacuum.

On the high platform, Eiji Fujiba's pupils shrank to their maximum size.

He suddenly stood up from his wheelchair.

"Activate, Orochi Dragon-Locking Formation!!!"

Around the square, eight enormous stone pillars rose simultaneously from the ground.

The stone pillar was covered with densely packed Japanese incantations, and dark red light surged from the patterns, converging towards the direction of the Nether Dragon.

Eight chains of energy shot out from the top of the stone pillar, simultaneously wrapping around the limbs and torso of the Nether Dragon.

These are shackles tailor-made for it!

The Nether Dragon let out a furious roar.

A dark purple dragon breath erupted, blasting towards the nearest stone pillar.

The dragon's breath struck the spell-marked barrier on the surface of the stone pillar.

It's not broken.

The stone pillar swayed, but did not break.

The eight energy chains tightened simultaneously, binding the Nether Dragon's body tightly.

The Nether Dragon struggled, causing the entire plaza to tremble, but the chains tightened more and more.

A slight smile finally appeared on Fujiba Eiji's lips.

"Raymond Lam".

"You think we weren't prepared?"

"This formation was specially created for your dragon!"

"The Eight-Headed Dragon Locking Formation, based on the spiritual veins of Mount Fuji, will have no problem locking down a Martial Emperor!"

He walked down the platform step by step.

Although his injuries had not yet healed, his aura was rising.

Two Martial Emperors followed behind.

"Without you, the dragon..."

Fujiba Eiji raised his hand, and his inner energy condensed in his palm.

"Who do you think you are?"

Lin Feng glanced down at the Nether Dragon, which was bound by chains.

The Nether Dragon was still struggling, but it couldn't break free for the time being.

He looked away.

He looked at Fujiba Eiji and the two martial emperors.

Three martial emperors.

In addition, the Eight-Headed Dragon Locking Formation sealed the Nether Dragon.

This is their trump card.

This is also the source of their confidence to publicly execute people.

Lin Feng's spear tip dipped an inch.

The platinum dragon flames cast flickering light and shadow on his face.

He smiled.

"Who told you that..."

Qi and blood exploded from the depths of the dantian.

At this moment, the full power of the Martial Saint Eighth Duan was released without reservation.

The golden armor of the indestructible golden body covered his entire body without any gaps.

The dragon-shaped array patterns on the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear all lit up brightly.

"Without the Nether Dragon, I can't kill you?"

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