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"What did you call me?"

Lin Feng rode on the back of the fierce vulture, looking down at the Iron Eagle kneeling on the ground, his mind racing but still unable to understand.

Iron Eagle's knees were pressed against the gravel ground, his head so low it was almost touching the back of his hand.

"Alliance Leader."

He repeated it again.

His voice trembled in a way that was hard to describe.

It wasn't fear, but more like something that had been suppressed for decades had suddenly found an outlet.

Zhou Che stood a dozen meters away, leaning on his heavy sword, his mouth agape.

He had lived for over fifty years and had seen all sorts of ruthless and eccentric people, but this was the first time he had ever encountered a scene where the four elders of the Beast Taming Alliance came to kneel before an eighteen-year-old boy.

"You've got the wrong person, haven't you?" Lin Feng rolled off the back of the eagle and dusted off his trousers.

Iron Eagle raised its head.

His pupils were still trembling slightly as he stared into Lin Feng's eyes for a full five seconds.

"The Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts, with dark gold vertical stripes, can be directly controlled by a spirit contract, without the need for a contract medium."

He popped them out one by one.

"It is clearly recorded in the ancient books that the ultimate inheritance of the ancient beast tamer clan is the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts. All the beast taming secrets of our Beast Taming Alliance, when traced back to their source, all originated from a fragmented branch of the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts."

Iron Eagle's voice grew faster and faster.

"The first rule of the Alliance's ancestral precepts: Whoever possesses the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts shall be the Lord of the Alliance, and the Four Elders shall obey his commands. This rule has been engraved on the ancestral monument since the founding of the Alliance."

Lin Feng blinked twice.

Has it existed since the very beginning of the alliance?

He looked down at his hands.

The Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts was found in the ancient ruins last time.

Is it really that much of a coincidence?

"I work for the military, and I have nothing to do with your alliance."

Iron Eagle did not get up.

"Wherever the leader is, that's where the alliance will be. You're a member of the military, so the alliance can align itself with the military; there's no conflict."

"I don't want the title of leader."

"You don't want it, but the ancestral precepts still stand." Iron Eagle's tone was as stubborn as a rock. "The Alliance has waited for many years for the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts to reappear in the world. Wherever you go, the four elders will follow."

Lin Feng rubbed his forehead.

"Get up first, does your knee hurt?"

The iron eagle remained completely still.

Zhou Che slammed his heavy sword on the ground, shattering two stone slabs with a crack.

He strode over to Lin Feng, grabbed his arm, and dragged him more than ten meters away.

"Don't be so quick to refuse, kid." Zhou Che's voice was very low.

"The Beast Taming Alliance has maintained neutrality all these years, and the military has tried countless times to persuade them to stay, but to no avail. They have four Martial Saint-level beasts under their command, and their combat strength ranks among the top in the entire Dragon Kingdom."

Lin Feng crossed his arms and didn't reply.

"If you can lead the alliance and get them to align with the military, that would be great."

Zhou Che held up a finger and waved it in front of Lin Feng.

"It's like the military suddenly having an extra Martial Saint unit out of nowhere. You do the math yourself."

Lin Feng glanced in Tie Ying's direction.

The gaunt middle-aged man in the gray robe was still kneeling there, with the silver-feathered eagle lying behind him, its wound on its left wing still oozing blood, its mournful cry echoing across the wasteland.

"He just came to me with a martial saint-level beast. I almost thought he was there to kill me."

"They came to acknowledge a master," Zhou Che rolled his eyes. "And you, you even injured Sky Eagle."

"You're the one who cut that."

"I fucking took a knife for you!"

The two looked at each other for two seconds before looking away.

Lin Feng remained silent for a moment, then turned and walked back to Tie Ying.

"You can go to your headquarters."

Iron Eagle suddenly looked up.

"But I have two conditions." Lin Feng held up two fingers.

"First, the League cannot restrict my freedom of movement in any way. Where I go, what I do, and who I kill are none of the League's business."

Iron Eagle nodded: "Of course."

"Secondly, after the alliance and the military form an alliance, I decide how the profits are divided. It's not up to you four elders to discuss; it's my decision alone."

Iron Eagle hesitated for half a second.

"What about the Grand Elder...?"

"Do you think the Grand Elder agrees or not?"

Tie Ying opened his mouth, but swallowed the rest of his words.

"The four elders under my command have all agreed."

He finally stood up, brushed the pebbles off his knees, and waved to the silver-feathered eagle behind him.

Skyhawk struggled to his feet, his left wing still dripping blood, but he could barely fold it.

Zhou Che walked over.

"I'll give you three days off. Once you get there, figure out the league's situation thoroughly. If you can take over, do so; if not, don't force it."

He paused for a moment.

"Those old guys probably won't be easy to talk to, so don't back down when you get there."

Lin Feng flipped over and leaped onto the back of the eagle.

"When have you ever seen me back down?"

Zhou Che opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and realized he really didn't have one.

The fierce vulture of Leiyuan spread its wings and soared into the sky.

Iron Eagle also rode Silver Feather Sky Eagle, leading the way despite his injuries.

A Martial Venerable and a Martial Saint flew side by side, piercing through clouds and mist.

The guards at the outpost below were completely dumbfounded.

A lookout stared through his binoculars for a long time, then turned and muttered something to the person next to him.

"Two large birds flew by just now, and a person was sitting on one of them, holding a glowing knife in his hand."

The person next to him snapped shut his binoculars.

"You've had too much to drink."

"I'm on duty, what the hell are you drinking!"

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