Master Head of the Dragon Soul
Chapter 390

It was common knowledge that Protector Dragon Rings were forged from ancient adamantium, and it was practically indestructible. The material was kept under strict surveillance in a secret base, and it was

impossible for a civilian to get their hands on it.

Moreover, forging a Protector Dragon Ring was one of the most serious crimes. No one would dare to challenge the law of the nation.

Just who is this guy to own seven Protector Dragon Rings?

In any case, anyone who could own seven Protector Dragon Rings was not going to be a normal person. At the very least, he was much more superior to Old Master Fang.

It was the Fang family's turn to be in trouble!

Cold sweat broke out on Fang Wanlin's head. The several thousand soldiers also began to panic.

Even though Tang Weiguo was shocked, there was an unmistakable hint of joy in his eyes. It was the same with Tang Sisi, though she was feeling proud about it.

Fang Zhong held his head in his hands and roared, "Impossible! This can't be true! This can't be true..."

Fang Wanlin stared at Chu Feng in front of him. Suddenly, a memory from five years ago came to mind. That was why Old Master Fang had just received his Protector Dragon Ring from the military. "Father, ten Protector Dragon Rings have been awarded so far, but why are there only three awardees? That doesn't add up."

"It's because one individual was awarded seven!"

"Wh... What? Seven rings? Who could that person be?"

Old Master Fang had turned his head to face the northwestern direction and said emotionally, "He is a young prodigy, and he is one of the greatest tacticians in the history of our nation! He is known as the Dragon Soul's God of War, and he is the youngest four-star general ever..."

Don't tell me...

Fang Wanlin was beginning to sweat, and his knees were shaking.

He gulped and spoke with a trembling voice, "May... May I know your name?"

Without knowing it, he was using polite language with Chu Feng.

Chu Feng slowly turned his head to face him and said, "My name is Chu Feng, and I'm from Xi Ye."

Boom!

Those words were like an explosion that had gone off in Fang Wanlin's head. He nearly fell on the floor sitting. "It's him! It's really him!"

Fang Zhong had already lost his mind. He yelled out, "I don't care who he is! Kill him, Father. Kill him and avenge me!" Fang Wanlin moved into action. Instead of acting violently, he fell on his knees in front of Chu Feng.

"Greetings, Sir," he said fearfully.

Everyone who heard that was dumbfounded. Fang Zhong squealed, and his face turned pale as a sheet.

How could his father, Old Master Fang's eldest son and the leader of the Fang family's Eagle Clan, kneel to Chu Feng?

It was like a nightmare...

Chu Feng did not show any surprise at all. He beckoned at Fang Wanlin and said, "Come a little closer."

Fang Wanlin did not show any hesitation. He shifted his body with his knees until he was right in front of Chu Feng. Gritting his teeth, he lowered his head until it touched the ground. "I am sorry for not recognizing your authority. It's all my fault. Please forgive me. I am willing to accept all consequences."

He handed the whip to Chu Feng, though he was incredibly nervous.

He was facing the Dragon Soul's God of War, who could level the entire Jiangbei to the ground if he wanted. Even Old Master Fang was no match!

Chu Feng picked up the whip and inspected it. "The handiwork is exquisite. You have good taste."

Fang Wanlin squeezed a smile. "If you like it, I can give..."

Crack!

Before he could finish the sentence, Chu Feng cracked the whip on Fang Wanlin's face. The skin immediately split open, and the flesh beneath it could be seen. It was a horrifying sight.