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Six hundred kilometers east of Qingzhou lies the headquarters of the Beast Taming Alliance.

The gray-haired old man sat in the main seat of the dark room, with a holographic projection playing a recording of the Longyuan Cup matches in front of him.

The scene freezes on the moment when Raymond Lam uses his mental powers to control the training throwing knives.

"A third-grade mental master, confirmed." The gray-haired old man's voice was hoarse, as if he had sand in his throat.

A gray-robed man stood nearby, bowing deeply, speaking rapidly: "The beast taming ability is different from ours; it seems to be a more advanced method. All three of the men we sent were wiped out; not a single one survived."

A dozen or so gray-robed men stood in the dark room, but no one spoke.

The gray-haired old man remained silent for a while before turning off the projector.

"He is currently on a reconnaissance mission in a Level A precursor area near the third defense line in the North. He is operating alone and is not accompanied by any Martial Saint-level combatants."

He stood up, turned around, and looked at the iron door at the deepest part of the dark room.

"Fifth brother."

The iron gate opened.

A gaunt man in his fifties emerged from inside. He had high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and wore wristbands.

Wu Zun second section.

One of the four elders of the Beast Taming Alliance, ranked fourth, codenamed "Iron Eagle".

As he emerged from the iron gate, a shadow followed him from above.

A giant eagle covered in silvery-white scales, with a wingspan of over forty meters and crimson eyes.

A martial saint-level beast.

Silver-feathered Sky Eagle.

All the gray-robed figures in the dark room lowered their heads in unison.

In the Beast Taming Alliance, there are only four elders who can control Martial Saint-level beasts, and Iron Eagle is one of them.

This silver-feathered eagle is considered a treasure of the Alliance.

The gray-haired old man walked up to Iron Eagle, his voice very low.

"Find out exactly what kind of beast-taming ability that young man possesses. If it's a legacy of an ancient spirit contract..."

It paused for a moment.

"Bring it back. Alive."

Iron Eagle didn't speak.

He turned his head to look at the remaining image of the holographic projection, Lin Feng's face.

I looked at it for two seconds.

Then it flipped over and leaped onto the back of the Silver Feather Sky Eagle.

The giant eagle slammed its wings down, overturning all the tables and chairs in the dark room.

The gray-haired old man's robe fluttered, and one of the gray-robed men lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The silver-feathered eagle soared into the sky, tearing open the skylight above the dark room.

More than 600 kilometers.

Flying at full speed, expected to take less than two hours.

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The provincial capital, the martial arts headquarters.

Zhou Che was drinking tea in his office.

A white porcelain cup, green tea leaves, one by one floating on the surface of the water, looking quite peaceful.

The communicator rang.

"General! The outer monitoring station of the third northern defense line has detected an unusual flying object signal!"

Zhou Che blew on his teacup and asked, "What is this?"

"Silver Feather Sky Eagle! Martial Saint level! Flight trajectory pointing towards the A-level precursor area in the northern part of the Third Defense Line!"

The teacup was placed down very gently, without spilling a drop of water.

"Who's in that area?"

There was a pause on the other end, then the voice tightened: "It's Lin Feng, Lieutenant Lin, on a solo reconnaissance mission."

Zhou Che didn't say anything more.

He pushed his chair back, and when he stood up, the teacup on the table wobbled.

He took the heavy sword, half a person's width, off the wall, carried it in one hand, and strode towards the door.

I paused for a moment when I reached the door.

"Pass down the order."

"All warriors of Martial King rank and above have been assembled."

He slung the knife over his shoulder.

"Come with me."

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Lin Feng rode on the back of the Thunder Abyss Vulture, running south from the omen area.

The flying speed of the Martial Venerable-level beast was too fast, turning into a white line in the sky.

They just ran out of the boundary of the precursor area.

Lin Feng's mental focus suddenly tightened.

High in the northern sky, an extremely terrifying aura was rapidly approaching.

The Martial Saint.

It wasn't the aura of a human; it was that of a strange beast.

Holy crap.

Lin Feng rolled off his back and stood up, looking towards the northern sky.

A gigantic, silvery-white figure tore through the clouds.

A silver-feathered eagle with a wingspan of over forty meters swooped down from the sky, the powerful wind from its flapping wings flattening all the vegetation within a hundred meters.

A gaunt middle-aged man stood on the back of the eagle, his gray robe fluttering in the wind, and the dark silver wristbands on his wrists reflecting the sunlight.

Wu Zun second section.

But he wasn't the truly terrifying one.

It was the silver-feathered eagle beneath his hind legs.

Martial Saint level.

Almost at the same time.

The deafening roar of engines came from the south.

Three military combat aircraft streaked across the horizon, leaving trails of flame.

The door of the largest aircraft in the middle opened, and a burly man holding a heavy knife jumped out of the doorway.

Zhou Che.

The Martial Saint.

The two groups arrived almost simultaneously.

High in the northern sky, silver-feathered eagles circled.

On the south side of the ground, Zhou Che landed, his heavy sword striking the ground, and a five-meter-long crack appeared in the ground.

Lin Feng rode the Thunder Abyss Vulture and stopped in the very center.

His left hand pressed down on the vulture's head, while his right hand rested on the hilt of the Fang of Calamity.

A three-way standoff.

Zhou Che was the first to see the Thunder Abyss Vulture riding under Lin Feng.

He stopped walking.

The size of that fierce vulture, its aura, and the pair of curved horns on its head crackling with purple electric arcs.

A martial arts master-level beast.

Lin Feng rode on her like he was walking a dog.

Zhou Che's mind raced for a full three seconds before he blurted out a sentence.

"You fucking know how to tame animals?"

Lin Feng rolled his eyes.

"Isn't this an obvious fact?"

"???" Zhou Che looked completely bewildered, then raised his voice, "When did you learn this trick, kid?"

Lin Feng didn't have time to answer.

The silver-feathered eagles high in the sky began to descend.

Iron Eagle leaped down from the eagle's back, his gray robe billowing in the wind.

The moment he landed, a powerful aura spread out.

But his attention was not on Zhou Che.

He stared intently at the ferocious vulture beneath Lin Feng's legs.

To be precise, it was staring into the eagle's beastly eyes.

The golden light in the beast's eyes.

Iron Eagle's voice was extremely low. "As expected, it's different from our method of controlling alien beasts."

He looked up and met Lin Feng's gaze.

"What methods did you use? Our alliance's manipulation techniques require at least ten years of practice to achieve stable control over Martial Venerable beasts. How can you, at such a young age, ride a Martial Venerable beast all over the place?"

Lin Feng ignored him.

Zhou Che's heavy sword was already held horizontally in front of him.

"People from the Beast Taming Alliance?"

"Iron Eagle, one of the four elders of the Beast Taming Alliance." Iron Eagle's voice was neither humble nor arrogant. "I've come here for only one thing: to find out about this young man's beast taming abilities."

Zhou Che snorted coldly.

"Get your facts straight? You brought a Martial Saint-level beast with you to get your facts straight?"

Iron Eagle didn't respond to that, but he slightly raised his hand.

The Silver Feathered Sky Eagle let out a sharp cry, flapped its wings violently, and a silver wave of energy burst out from between its wings, rushing straight towards Zhou Che.

A full-force attack from a Martial Saint-level beast.

Zhou Che raised his heavy sword.

boom!

The silver shockwave collided with the heavy blade, and the shockwave from the collision of qi and blood ripped up the ground within a radius of fifty meters.

Gravel and dirt flew everywhere, and Zhou Che took three steps back.

The soles of the shoes slid so hard they carved two deep grooves into the ground.

"Is it really you?" A fierce glint flashed in Zhou Che's single eye.

He transformed into a streak of light, slashing down with his heavy blade.

The Silver Feathered Sky Eagle dodged the slash by sidestepping with its wings.

But the gale whizzed past the wingtips, shaving off seven or eight silver feathers.

The eagle was enraged. It grabbed at the remaining fragments of gale in the air with its claws, turned around, and swept its tail across the room.

Zhou Che parried with his sword, but his body was sent flying more than ten meters away, tumbling twice in mid-air before regaining its footing.

A battle between two martial saints.

Beasts are naturally stronger than humans. At the same level, the physical output of a Martial Saint-level beast is 20% to 30% higher than that of a Martial Saint warrior.

Zhou Che was having a very hard time.

But he is a veteran who has fought on the battlefield for decades, and experience is something that cannot be replaced by a higher level of understanding.

His heavy sword aimed at the eagle's wing roots and neck, specifically targeting the beast's weakest points.

The Silver Feather Sky Eagle was slashed five or six times by him. Although it did not cause fatal injuries, it became visibly agitated.

Iron Eagle stood to the side, controlling Sky Eagle, sweat beading on his forehead.

Lin Feng rode on the Thunder Abyss Vulture, watching the clash between Martial Saints.

Zhou Che can withstand the pressure, but he can't win.

If this continues, people will be the first to exhaust themselves.

"We have to lend a hand."

Lin Feng closed his eyes.

Eyes of a Thousand Beasts.

Dark gold vertical lines appeared in my eyes.

An ancient spiritual force surged from between his brows, traversing a distance of over a hundred meters, and directly poured into the spiritual domain of the Silver Feather Sky Eagle.

He can currently only control two alien beasts, and he has no intention of subduing the Sky Eagle.

All he needs to do is disrupt.

When the spiritual power of the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts touched the mind of the Silver Feather Sky Eagle.

Skyhawk paused for a moment.

Just for a moment.

The flapping frequency of the wings was off by half a beat, and the claws' strikes were off by two centimeters.

A half-beat flaw, a two-centimeter deviation.

Zhou Che has been captured.

The heavy blade cut through the gap in the eagle's claws as it shifted, striking the base of its left wing.

puff!

Blood splattered.

The eagle let out a miserable cry, its left wing drooping limply, and its massive body lost its balance, plummeting from mid-air.

boom!

It crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Iron Eagle's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Lin Feng.

Then he saw it.

Lin Feng's eyes had dark gold vertical lines.

Eyes of a Thousand Beasts.

Iron Eagle stopped breathing.

He had cultivated in the Alliance for forty years and had seen all sorts of beast taming techniques, from low-level mental contracts to high-level soul imprints; he had been exposed to all kinds of methods.

But the Eye of All Beasts.

He had only seen these four words in the oldest books of the Alliance.

The ultimate legacy of the ancient beast tamer clan.

It is said to be the origin of beast taming techniques. All schools of beast taming secrets can be traced back to their origins and are derived from the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts.

The core secret techniques revered by the Alliance are merely incomplete branches of the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts.

The dark gold vertical lines in the pupils of the eighteen-year-old in front of me were exactly the same as those described in the ancient books.

Iron Eagle froze on the spot.

Zhou Che, carrying his heavy sword, was preparing to deliver the final blow to the Silver Feather Sky Eagle.

Iron Eagle suddenly moved.

But it was not a direct attack on Zhou Chechong.

He walked towards Lin Feng.

Zhou Che's knife was held horizontally in front of him, blocking his path.

"What are you doing?"

Iron Eagle stopped and glanced back at Zhou Che.

Then he did something that left everyone present speechless.

He bypassed Zhou Che's heavy sword and walked up to Lin Feng.

Kneel on one knee.

He placed his hands on his knees and bowed his head deeply.

"Iron Eagle, one of the four elders of the Beast Taming Alliance."

His voice trembled slightly.

"Greetings, Alliance Leader."

Zhou Che nearly dropped his heavy sword.

Lin Feng rode on the back of the fierce vulture, looking down at the iron eagle kneeling in front of him.

He blurted out a sentence after a long pause.

"What did you call me?"

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