King Hughes’s deep eyes stared at Xia Feng once more.
What did it mean, not Nascent Soul stage?
Higher or lower than that?
King Hughes suddenly felt Xia Feng was putting on airs. He had spoken a few words to him, and Xia Feng had only replied with an "En."
Was his attitude that high and mighty?
Putting aside other things, he was at least a senior in the cultivation path, and should be shown some respect.
As for his strength, he couldn't see through Xia Feng right now.
You should know why I am here, right? The black gold stone on this island will be jointly developed by the United States and China starting now. What are your thoughts on this matter?
Seeing that Xia Feng wasn't paying him much attention, King Hughes got straight to the point.
The main reason for arranging a meeting with Xia Feng was to see him, to gauge the strength of Xia Feng, whom China revered as its guardian god.
It was clear that he was disappointed from the moment they met.
Since he hadn't seen the result he desired, he shifted the conversation to the development of black gold stone.
No.
Xia Feng shook his head.
This is a location discovered by China, and it should be mined by China. Furthermore, the United States has already withdrawn. You can say whatever you want, but what China says goes. If China mines it, then China mines it, and there can be no room for compromise.
If it weren't for what happened before, and we had agreed to mine it together, then we would mine it together.
You are rejecting the suggestion of a powerful nation, and that is a dangerous signal.
King Hughes narrowed his eyes slightly and said to Xia Feng.
I don't like to waste words. Since you're here, let me see the difference in strength between someone who has one foot out of the painting and someone who is on the shore. Show me your full strength and attack me.
Xia Feng was too lazy to exchange more words with King Hughes.
All negotiations were trash in the face of absolute strength, mere illusions, and laughable jokes.
Negotiations with a significant disparity in strength would only lead to a breakdown.
Besides, Xia Feng was too lazy to negotiate with them.
Xia Feng beckoned to King Hughes, signaling him to attack.
This humiliating gesture was only used by the strong to mock the weak. King Hughes felt deeply insulted, both physically and mentally.
He hadn't intended to fight today; he hadn't acted for a long time and felt a bit unaccustomed, afraid of losing control of his strength by accident.
But...
When Xia Feng made such a humiliating gesture towards him, he couldn't hold back.
An uncle can tolerate it, but an aunt cannot.
Then let this king experience the cultivators of China.
King Hughes dared not make bold boasts and then act.
Because he wasn't stupid, he had to act cautiously before understanding Xia Feng's strength. A spar or two would be acceptable.
Having lived for over a hundred years, his realm was already one foot out of the painting; how could he be a brainless person?
He couldn't just shout, "Kid, kneel before me and accept your death," when he couldn't gauge his opponent's strength.
That would be truly idiotic; such boasting would surely lead to death.
Out of respect for his opponent, King Hughes would not deliberately insult him. If he wanted to kill, he would kill, not insult others.
King Hughes was naturally a cultivator with his wits about him, not a brainless villain from a TV show.
The moment King Hughes finished speaking, he attacked.
As fast as lightning, he struck with incredible speed, so fast that even satellites couldn't capture his figure. His movements were fluid, and a weapon of unknown origin appeared in his hand. He unleashed a powerful blow towards Xia Feng.
*Clang....*
Xia Feng stood still, extending two fingers to catch the weapon King Hughes swung at him.
Too weak. It seems those who haven't stepped out of the painting cannot make me exert myself.
Xia Feng shook his head, unsure if he was speaking to himself or to King Hughes.
Xia Feng only wanted to experience the strength of someone with one foot out of the painting. Clearly, he was disappointed.
King Hughes was instantly shocked.
I'm done playing. It's no fun.
As soon as Xia Feng finished speaking, it was the same old formula, the same old style, one move to defeat the enemy.
Before King Hughes could even see how Xia Feng moved, his throat was already gripped by Xia Feng, and all his strength was rendered useless.
The once majestic King Hughes instantly became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The Pentagon, United States.
When the feed resumed, it displayed a jaw-dropping scene.
In the image, King Hughes was being choked by Xia Feng, his legs dangling in the air, his hands limply hanging by his thighs.
Even his dangling feet had stopped trembling.
Dead?
Just like that?
Hadn't it just begun?
The American blockhead's eyes widened in disbelief.
What just happened?
How did King Hughes suddenly get choked by Xia Feng like a dead dog?
A bad premonition arose in his heart.
The senior military officials of the United States held their breath, daring not to make a sound.
As long as their brains were still functioning, they could all see that King Hughes... was finished.
And their hearts had also turned cold.
Wasn't it agreed that there would be no conflict?
Why did they end up fighting?
If they were going to fight, they should have won. Now, being held like a dead dog by a Chinese person, every movement was impacting their hearts.
Blockhead, should we order them to launch a missile and sink the entire island?
One of the military officials suggested.
Now that King Hughes has made a move against Xia Feng, what if Xia Feng comes seeking revenge on them?
Will we have to hide in the Pentagon every day and not go out? Besides, can someone like Xia Feng be defended against?
Even King Hughes couldn't defend against him, let alone Xia Feng, who killed King Hughes as easily as slaughtering a dog.
"Shutup! Do you want to get us all killed? Do you think someone like Xia Feng can be killed by a missile? Think about it yourself, can you kill King Hughes with a missile?"
"You stupid jerk!"
"You are a son of a bitch!"
The American blockhead cursed a few times before his anger subsided. What kind of brain clot had he suffered for so many years to utter such ignorant words?
The US military official who had just made the suggestion lowered his head deeply, looking extremely ashamed.
He had indeed spoken out of panic and uttered such a brainless remark.
After all, Xia Feng was too terrifying; he had severely threatened their lives.
Blockhead, the situation has now escalated beyond our control. What should we do? one of the military leaders asked nervously.
What can we do? Our only advantage is that we are civilians. Xia Feng should not attack us. King Hughes mentioned to me earlier that cultivators do not interfere with the secular world.
The American blockhead, sitting on his chair, was a bit overly worried, hoping that Xia Feng would abide by the rules and not attack them, the civilians.
Otherwise, living like dogs hiding in the Pentagon every day wouldn't be much of a life. Da Feng Novel Network.
Why does such an awesome person appear in China and not in the United States?
It's really driving us crazy.