Everyone stood there stunned for a long time before they came to their senses.

It wasn't until Ye Feng spoke that they finally realized that the Asura War God was right.

Ye Feng smiled slightly: "Spare him!"

"You still need to guard this northwestern border!"

"Otherwise, the Dragon Kingdom will never have a peaceful day!"

The northwest region was in turmoil, and a great war had once taken place there.

None of the other war gods could hold that place.

Night Wind is right. The Dragon Kingdom cannot be without the Asura War God, the Dragon Soul Army, or the Dragon Soul Palace for even a day.

That was the border of the country, and no one but him and his Dragon Soul Army warriors could defend it.

Yang Qianjue was almost scared to death.

Half a day later, he hurriedly and fearfully exclaimed, "Your Highness, the God of War of Asura!"

"This...this is all a misunderstanding!"

"I had no idea that Mr. Ye Feng was the Lord of the Dragon Soul Hall!"

Yang Qianjue wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and awkwardly forced a smile at Ye Feng.

Qin Shuai also got up from the ground and hurriedly apologized to Shura War God and Ye Feng.

"Your Highnesses!"

"It was my fault, Qin, who was blind and rude!"

"Elder Yang, you must immediately withdraw the arrest warrant for the Palace Master. At the same time, you must petition the King to punish the God of War of Clouds!"

"That old bastard, how dare he do such a thing!"

"Is the Xiao family court tired of living? Is it because they want to issue a warrant for the Dragon Soul Hall Master's arrest?"

Qin Shuai's eyes blazed with anger. If it weren't for that old bastard Yunxiao War God, how could they have made such a mistake?

If the Dragon Soul Army warriors are angered, even ten Xiao families wouldn't be able to withstand their wrath.

The entire Dragon Kingdom will suffer as a result.

Yang Qianjue looked at Qin Shuai and said coldly, "Take your men to the Xiao family immediately. I want to visit them in person!"

"This incident is my dereliction of duty!"

"This is also a disgrace to our military!"

"I'll settle this score with the God of War of the Clouds!"

"As for the Japanese ambassador! Make them get out of China immediately!"

Otherwise! Kill without mercy!

Yang Qianjue was truly enraged. He was the emperor's brother-in-law and also a minister of the military.

The God of War of the Clouds almost killed him!

If it weren't for him, why would I have ordered the arrest of the Dragon Soul Hall Master?

Commander Qin accepted the order and immediately turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, a voice called out to him, and everyone looked at Ye Feng again.

"This is not your fault!"

"Let's give the Cloud God of War and the Japanese a warning!"

"You can take me back!"

"That's right!"

"Don't reveal my identity!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, Yang Qianjue was stunned for a long time before nodding.

"Yes, Lord! I know what to do!"

"I'll send a private plane to take you back right now!"

Yang Qianjue went downstairs personally. Ye Feng did not linger. The group went downstairs and headed towards the airport not far away.

There was a private jet parked there, with a large national flag printed on it.

Yao Yao waited at the door for a long time until Ye Feng came out, and then she followed him.

Let's go!

"Return to Longcheng!"

“Back to Dragon City? How do I get back?” Yao Yao was taken aback.

"Of course, we'll take a private jet!"

The night wind blew straight toward the passenger plane, and Yao Yao looked surprised.

This is a private jet belonging to China. There are only a few in the entire country, and they are usually used to receive international heads of state or high-ranking officials.

Are our masters really that powerful? They actually escorted me back on a private jet?

Soon, Ye Feng and Yao Yao boarded the passenger plane.

Yang Qianjue and several generals kept waving at Ye Feng.

Meanwhile, the two fighter jets were ready, and as the cabin doors closed, the planes slowly started up and disappeared from everyone's sight along the runway.

......

In Tiandu, two fighter jets roared past, following a special plane.

At this moment, Xiao Xiong was sitting in the main hall of the Xiao family, holding a teacup, enjoying the fine tea brought by the Japanese with a smile on his face.

"This time, that kid is completely finished!"

"Hahaha!"

Xiao Jingshan revealed a sinister smile: "Dad! With Old Master Yang around, I doubt even the Asura War God would dare to do anything!"

"This kid is definitely going to die!"

Xiao Jingshan's arm had already grown back, but his breathing was slightly weak.

With just one month of treatment, you can fully recover.

This elixir was bestowed by an ancient martial arts family; each one is worth a thousand gold pieces. Regenerating a severed arm is no problem at all.

However, the thought of Ye Feng's face only intensified his sense of shame.

"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Jingshan, are you sure that kid can be taken down?" Yamada Taro stroked his chin, seemingly deep in thought.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yamada!"

"Tonight, let's have a feast and drink to our hearts' content!"

Xiao Xiong took a sip of tea.

Just then, a guard rushed in from outside the main hall of the Xiao family, looking flustered.

With a "thud," the guard stumbled and collapsed to the ground.

"Master! No, something terrible has happened! Someone's coming!"

"Boom!"

The ground around the Xiao family compound seemed to tremble as fighter jets roared overhead from the main hall.

"What's going on?" Xiao Xiong frowned.

"I don't know! They're from the military, sir!"

"Someone from the military? Old Master Yang?"

"Hahaha! Has he brought someone for me? Mr. Ambassador, let's go out and greet him quickly!"

Xiao Xiong put down his teacup and walked excitedly towards the door.

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