The inhabitants of the island, with the exception of Long Aotian, were all stunned.
Especially the members of the Dragon Group. Although they had prepared themselves mentally, Xia Feng's strength had reached an unimaginably terrifying level.
King Hughes could kill them as easily as crushing ants, yet in front of Xia Feng, this mighty King Hughes had become merely a slightly larger ant.
Bai He's eyes were filled with little stars as she gazed at Xia Feng with an infatuated expression.
Women who managed to thrive in the Dragon Group were generally more assertive. In their eyes, men were inferior to themselves.
Now, with such a powerful man standing not far away, when you could only look up at him, your mindset would change, and you too would become infatuated.
This was probably a common failing of all women.
Whenever they encountered a man worthy of their admiration, they would develop an extremely strong liking for him from the bottom of their hearts.
"Speak, give me a reason to live."
Xia Feng casually tossed King Hughes to the ground, looking down at him.
Someone whose foot was already half out of the picture might still be useful later.
Killing him was a trivial matter, and besides, why kill someone without any grudges or enmity?
It would be better to keep him to create some convenience for Huaxia, to keep a sharp blade hanging over the heads of the American fools. Da Feng Xiao Shuo Wang.
King Hughes quickly got up, knelt on the ground, and meekly shouted at Xia Feng, "I am willing to be your servant. Tararia Hughes is your most loyal servant."
"I have a small task for you. Bring over your American fools to apologize. I'll be waiting for him in Huaxia."
Xia Feng instructed King Hughes.
"Yes, Master." King Hughes didn't even have the courage to refuse. Besides, it was just a fool.
Killing him would be fine; they could just elect another one.
Upon hearing this, Xia Feng looked up at the sky and smiled slightly, then vanished from the island in a flash.
It was as if he had never been there.
King Hughes stared wide-eyed at Xia Feng flying away, his heart churning like a stormy sea. The last shred of his fantasy was shattered.
They were simply not on the same level. King Hughes was deeply shaken.
Consequently, his hatred for the fools intensified.
He had just emerged from seclusion and already caused such trouble. If it weren't for the fact that Bandage was to be taken to Huaxia to apologize, King Hughes would have truly wanted to end his life with his own hands.
"May my fellow Daoist die, not I." If Bandage died, so be it.
What had just happened was fully witnessed by the American fools. Especially Xia Feng's slight smile as he left, it seemed to be directed at them.
What did that mean?
And King Hughes hadn't died.
He was let off just like that?
It seemed so, after all, King Hughes had knelt and expressed his gratitude.
Although they could see the entire island, they couldn't hear anything. Therefore, Bandage still didn't know that he was about to be captured by King Hughes and taken to Huaxia to apologize.
"Fools, it seems Huaxia doesn't want to make enemies with us. We were careless this time. We need to think more carefully in the future."
A high-ranking military official from America felt relieved.
"Yes, let's wait until Lord King Hughes returns." The American fools sighed.
The developments of this matter were beyond their expectations, but fortunately, they had survived peacefully.
From now on, they absolutely must not provoke Xia Feng. He was someone they couldn't afford to offend.
They had confirmed it with a glance: Xia Feng was someone not to be trifled with.
When Xia Feng returned, he did not go directly back to the villa.
Instead, he quietly landed at the Modu Film City.
Seeing that people were filming a Xianxia blockbuster here, he wanted to go and take a look out of curiosity.
After all, he was a genuine cultivator, and now that people were filming a Xianxia TV series, he was somewhat curious.
Xia Feng's long robe and long hair attracted no unusual attention as he walked around. After all, it was a filming location, and all sorts of strange outfits could be seen.
Modu Film City was primarily a film base that recreated Modu from decades ago. Most of the scenes were of old Modu, and filming historical dramas here was rare.
However, there were also a few places specifically used for filming ancient palaces.
Xia Feng, like a curious tourist, stood among the crowd watching the director film.
"Cut... Your performance isn't up to par. You don't have that immortal aura at all. You're a cultivator, you need to pretend to be cool, understand? Do you know what pretending to be cool means?"
Director Liu Zhiming was extremely dissatisfied with the male lead's performance and immediately called for a halt.
"I asked you to play a cultivator, and you're acting like a thug.
You have no immortal essence at all. Aren't cultivators supposed to be ethereal and graceful?
If I asked you to play a thug, you wouldn't even need to act, just tone it down a bit."
"Director Liu, there are no such things as cultivators in this world. It's all fiction. No one knows what a cultivator is truly like. Perhaps cultivators are also like me and don't want to pretend to be cool?"
Du Jiaming, seeing his hard work interrupted, felt a little displeased.
Although he was the second male lead in this drama, he had gotten the role through connections and didn't need to give the director much face.
No matter how powerful the director was, they still had to consider the investors.
"If I say it's not good, then it's not good. If you don't cooperate, do you want to film or not?"
Liu Zhiming also didn't give him face and directly rebuked him.
For a director, a good work was paramount. Who cares about your background? If you can film, film; if not, let's pack up. At worst, they could find new investors, as the script was still in their hands.
"Fine, let's do another take then." Despite Du Jiaming's lack of deference, he still had the spirit of acting.
Although he was unhappy, the director was dissatisfied, so he could only continue filming until the director was satisfied.
"Get ready, let's start." Liu Zhiming said, turning to return to his seat.
As Liu Zhiming turned, he happened to see Xia Feng watching with his arms crossed.
If he hadn't looked, it would have been fine. But upon seeing him, he was utterly captivated.
Wasn't this the special actor he had been tirelessly searching for?
This temperament, this appearance, it was simply perfect.
He exuded a profound immortal aura.
Liu Zhiming forgot about the filming and walked towards Xia Feng in three quick strides, asking, "Fellow colleague, are you here to be an extra?"
Xia Feng, seeing that he was being addressed, smiled and shook his head.
"Would you like to try being an actor? Your temperament perfectly fits my requirements. I can directly arrange the third male lead for you, how about it?"
Liu Zhiming was full of confidence. Directly arranging the third male lead was akin to reaching the heavens in a single step. Perhaps once this drama aired, he would become famous.
Xia Feng's demeanor perfectly matched that of a popular idol. If he discovered someone like this, their path to stardom would be limitless.
"No, thank you. I was just curious and came to watch. I'm not interested in acting."
Xia Feng refused.
Liu Mingzhi was stunned. Was someone actually refusing?
Shouldn't he be overjoyed, nodding repeatedly, and perhaps saying something about not disappointing his mentorship?
Liu Mingzhi's actions attracted everyone's curiosity, and their gazes turned towards them.
Jin Xiaochen, the female lead, who was also sitting in the director's tent waiting for her scene, was drawn in by the commotion.
As Jin Xiaochen turned her head, she happened to see Xia Feng.
It's him!
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(ps: Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Wishing everyone a Happy Valentine's Day in advance. Don't post pictures of your significant others on social media, lest you end up with the same girlfriend or boyfriend and be GG'd. I wonder if anyone will send me a gift on Valentine's Day. Sigh... melancholy...)