King Fenghu looked at Fengweilai. He seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but they turned into a long sigh: "Come again, I can't help you. I didn't fulfill my responsibility as a master back then, so you suffered."
Feng Zailai shook his head gently, his eyes shining with determination.
He took a deep breath and said: "Master, you don't have to comfort me like this. I have not suffered. Since I followed the Wind King, I have been practicing hard in order to one day be able to control the Feng Lao Sect and save the Master."
King Feng Tiger's eyes flashed with admiration, and he gently patted Feng Youlai on the shoulder and said: "Youlai, you are really my outstanding disciple. Now that your cultivation has reached the demigod realm, let me help you I feel proud. In the future, you will make Fenglao Sect your home and lead the development of the sect. Don’t let me down."
Feng Youlai looked at King Fenghu with gratitude and admiration, and said sonorously: "Master, please rest assured, I will be proud of Feng Laozong, proud of you, and will never let you down."
King Fenghu looked at Feng Youlai with a warm smile. His eyes were full of joy and pride for his disciple's growth.
He gently patted Feng Youlai's shoulder, an action full of trust and encouragement.
King Fenghu said in a firm tone: "Come again, I believe you."
Zhang Liucheng's heart moved slightly when he saw the reunion between Master Feng Hu and Feng Youlai. Then he turned sideways to King Feng, and with a hint of inquiry and prudence, he asked: "Senior Feng Hu, regarding what you mentioned before I have some doubts about this evil sect called Wanxiang Sect. I have never heard of this sect since I entered the world of immortality. Is it just an insignificant sect?"
When King Fenghu heard Zhang Liucheng's question, he slowly turned around and stared at Zhang Liucheng with a pair of deep eyes.
King Fenghu smiled faintly, and then said seriously to Zhang Liucheng: "Little brother, you are indeed ignorant. You don't even know the origin of Wanxiang Sect. Well, today I will reveal this to you. secret."
King Fenghu's eyes penetrated deeply into Zhang Liucheng's heart, and the complex emotions flickering in them were difficult to decipher.
"Wanxiang Jiao." King Fenghu said in a deep voice. Every word was like a stone falling into a calm lake, causing ripples in circles. "This is a larger cult than you imagine. Their existence can be traced back to 50,000 years ago. The era when hundreds of tribes were fighting for hegemony and war was an unprecedented disaster."
The voice of King Fenghu seemed to have a magical power, which made Zhang Liucheng temporarily calm down the doubts and worries in his heart and listen to this ancient story attentively.
King Fenghu continued: "The Wanxiang Sect was originally called the 'Wanxiang Sect', which means all-inclusive and all-phases are equal. However, with the passage of time, this sect gradually degenerated and became a sect with strength as its sole priority. The cult they pursue. They believe in a twisted belief that only the most powerful force can dominate everything and make all races submit to their rule."
King Fenghu's eyes became a little blurry, as if he was recalling some past that he didn't want to touch.
His voice became even deeper: "In that era, the Wanxiang Sect caused an unprecedented disaster. With their endless ambition and fanatical belief, they led a war that swept the entire Middle Realm. Countless lives were lost here. The war disappeared, and the whole world was shrouded in a haze."
Having said this, King Feng Hu refocused his eyes and looked at Zhang Liucheng again.
The voice of the Wind Tiger King was full of determination and warning, like the north wind in winter, sharp and cold: "Now, the Wanxiang Sect has been surging in the dark, and their shadow has enveloped the entire middle world like a huge devil's palm. We must be as wary of their ambitions and conspiracies as we are of the demons in the abyss, and we must never let them cause disaster again and plunge the world into chaos."
Zhang Liucheng was dumbfounded when he heard this. He couldn't believe that this Wanxiang Sect had such a profound historical background and such arrogant ambitions.
He asked eagerly: "So, how should we find this Wanxiang Sect?"
King Fenghu looked at Zhang Liucheng, his eyes flashing with an indescribable complex emotion.
After taking a deep breath, King Fenghu lowered his head, and a heavy silence enveloped him.
After a moment, King Fenghu spoke again: "They are lurking among hundreds of tribes, secretly colluding with certain forces, and conspiring to accumulate strength. They are trying to stir up trouble in a future war in order to completely control the middle realm."
Zhang Liucheng looked at King Fenghu with determination in his heart.
He understood that he must eradicate this evil Wanxiang Sect to eliminate future troubles.
At this time, Feng came again and asked Zhang Liucheng softly: "Little brother, what should I do next?"
Hearing Feng Zailai's words, Zhang Liucheng was silent for a moment.
His eyes were downcast, as if he was thinking about something.
After a long time, Zhang Liucheng finally said: "The wind is coming again. You stay in the Feng Lao Sect as the sect leader. Senior Feng Hu King and I will assist the Feng King to eliminate the remaining demonic forces. "
After listening to Zhang Liucheng's words, Feng Zailai showed a trace of confusion in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. He nodded and said, "Okay, I will listen to you in everything."
Zhang Liucheng raised the corner of his mouth and raised a faint smile. He leaned over and bowed humbly to King Fenghu, and then said softly: "Senior King Fenghu, it's time to set off."
King Fenghu nodded silently, his vicissitudes of eyes shining with determination.
He took one last deep look at Feng Youlai, as if he wanted to engrav his appearance in his heart forever.
Then, King Fenghu flashed, as vigorous as a cheetah, and disappeared into the hall in an instant.
Zhang Liucheng did not dare to neglect. His figure was like lightning, turning into a bright stream of light and chasing the back of King Fenghu.
Feng Youlai stood there, staring at the direction where King Fenghu and Zhang Liucheng disappeared, and a heavy feeling surged in his heart.
He knew that with their departure, his responsibilities became even greater.
…
In the grand hall of the Wind Palace, the Wind King sat on a shining golden throne. His eyes were majestic and far-reaching, like an eagle soaring in the clouds, overlooking the Wind Clan monks below.
At this time, a man wearing golden armor and as tall as a mountain walked forward firmly like a bronze sculpture. His steps were steady and powerful, obviously after countless rigorous trainings and battlefield baptisms.
He walked to the throne of the Wind King, stopped, lowered his head slightly, and reported to the Wind King: "Dear Wind King, the remaining demon forces in the city have been completely eliminated by us."
After hearing this, King Feng nodded slightly, indicating that he already knew the news.
Then, his eyes swept across the Wind Clan monks in the hall again.
Their faces were filled with the joy of victory, but at the same time their exhaustion could also be seen.
This is a kind of perseverance that is done at all costs to protect one's homeland.
The Wind King solemnly murmured: "Okay, from now on, we must strengthen our defense lines to resist the demons' invasion again. Monks, I am aware of your efforts and will bear them in my heart. As long as we work together, no matter what happens, No challenge can shake our determination."
There was silence in the main hall.
Each monk took a deep breath, as if to carve the words of the Wind King into their bones.
The Wind King gently waved his big hand and announced: "Everyone, please step back."
Upon hearing this order, everyone responded in unison: "Yes, King Feng. We will leave."
Then, they took three steps back respectfully, then turned and left the hall.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Wind King, long time no see."
King Feng turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see King Fenghu and Zhang Liucheng walking in from outside the hall.
The Wind King immediately stood up, his face shining with unusual joy.
He walked forward with joy, a cheerful smile on his lips, and said enthusiastically: "King Fenghu, time really flies by. It seems like it was yesterday that we last met. I have been looking forward to meeting you again."
The friendship between the Wind Tiger King and the Wind King is deep and has a history of thousands of years.
They had fought side by side, fighting against those arrogant and powerful enemies on the vast land of the Wind Territory. They had gone through countless life-and-death battles and shared joys and sorrows.
This experience of fighting side by side made the relationship between them extremely close, like brothers.
"Sit down and talk."
King Feng signaled King Fenghu and Zhang Liucheng to sit down, and the three of them sat down one after another.
