Just as Jiang Feng was about to lose consciousness, a golden light shot out from his body, and the light illuminated everyone so much that they couldn't open their eyes. When the light dissipated, everyone was stunned by the scene before them!
At this moment, a shadowy figure emerged in mid-air. It was a middle-aged man, tall and straight, with a heroic air between his sword-like brows and starry eyes. His face was as sharp as a knife, and his black hair flowed in the wind. He wore a golden robe, the corners of which were embroidered with mysterious and intricate runes. Every movement of his robe seemed to carry the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
At that moment, people saw the mysterious and majestic figure slowly raise his hands. As his palms moved, a shocking force began to surge and gather in the air. In the blink of an eye, this tremendous divine power gushed out from his palms like a surging torrent, instantly condensing into an immense spiritual energy shield!
This spiritual energy shield flashed with dazzling light, like an indestructible fortress, tightly enveloping Jiang Feng. Protected by the shield, Jiang Feng's originally sluggish aura gradually stabilized.
Suddenly, a roar rang out like earth-shaking thunder: "My son is in trouble, and you dare to be so presumptuous!" The roar was deafening, as if the entire world was trembling. The roar came from the mysterious middle-aged man. His voice was like a huge bell, resounding through the sky, filled with endless majesty and anger.
At the same time, his icy gaze, like a sharp sword, pierced those around him who were attempting to harm Jiang Feng. Upon meeting this terrifying gaze, everyone felt an overwhelming pressure, nearly suffocating them. Many people's legs trembled uncontrollably, and some even collapsed to the ground, unable to stand.
However, when the middle-aged man's gaze turned to Jiang Feng again, it instantly became as gentle as water, filled with deep affection. With a gentle wave of his hand, a stream of divine power, emitting a strange glow, floated lightly into Jiang Feng's dantian like a dancing butterfly. As if possessing life, this divine power quickly merged into Jiang Feng's body, nourishing his damaged meridians and weakened vital energy.
"Feng'er, don't be afraid. Your father is here," the middle-aged man said softly, his tone filled with concern and comfort. Before he finished speaking, his divine power suddenly became even stronger, radiating light in all directions. At this moment, he exuded an unmatched aura, as if he was ready to severely punish those who dared to harm Jiang Feng.
Qiu Tianchi, who had been so arrogant and domineering just moments before, was now terrified, his face pale with fear, cold sweat pouring down his face. He could clearly sense that although the figure before him was merely an illusion, the strength it displayed was unfathomable. He had no doubt that if the figure wanted to destroy him, it could do so with just a thought.
He quickly bowed and said, "I wonder if the Lord has heard of my Huangfu family. I'm sure there must be some misunderstanding here."
Jiang Feng's father, Long Zhantian, was renowned throughout the divine realm, a powerful being resembling a god of war! Back then, when the infant Jiang Feng was forced to descend to the mortal realm, Long Zhantian had purposely left behind a divine power imbued with boundless power, just to protect his child at that crucial moment and keep him safe.
However, upon learning that his beloved son had been deliberately harmed by those abominable True Immortals, Long Zhantian's fury instantly erupted like a volcano! His previously fierce eyes were now filled with rage and murderous intent, as if he wanted to incinerate all enemies who dared to harm his son.
He suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Jiang Feng. With a hint of doubt, he asked, "Why isn't Jiang Zhong with you?" Before Jiang Feng could respond, Long Zhantian quickly closed his eyes and began to concentrate. After only a moment, his tightly furrowed brow indicated that something was amiss.
Then, Long Zhantian suddenly faced the east of the Jiuzhou Continent, clasped his hands together, bowed respectfully, and said loudly: "Thank you, Uncle Zhong, for your careful protection of my son!"
At the same time, in a dark, deep tomb in the far east of the Kyushu Continent, a pair of old hands, as withered as dead branches, swung with force, unexpectedly lifting the heavy coffin lid. Amidst clouds of dust, a slightly aged but still full-bodied voice murmured excitedly, "Young Master, your words are too kind! Protecting the young master is my duty!"
Meanwhile, Jiang Feng stared intently at the father he had never met since he was born. At that moment, he felt a mixture of emotions, wanting to express a thousand words to him. But when he looked down at Zi Yan, unconscious and seriously injured in his arms, the words on his lips seemed to get stuck in his throat, and he didn't know where to begin.
Long Zhantian looked at Jiang Feng and sighed, "Feng'er, only when you are strong can your family and friends be safe. You were too reckless this time, which led to such casualties." Jiang Feng listened to his father's teachings and seriously summed up this failure.
Long Zhantian suddenly smiled and said proudly, "Haha, this little girl must be my future daughter-in-law. She's such a wonderful child! Feng'er, don't be too sad. First, take good care of this girl's body. When you ascend to the divine realm one day, it won't be difficult to resurrect her!"
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