The Unknown God of War

The Nonamillennial treated Lord Ashura as his nemesis, and he was always prepared to fight him.

Luckily for the Nonamillennial, the threat of Lord Ashura did not last for very long. After that battle with the Holy Temple, no one knew where he went.

Some people said he became an ascetic. Some said he perished with Satan in the momentous fight. Others believed he was only laying low, and he would return to the battlefield when the country needed him once more…

In any case, Lord Ashura disappeared overnight.

Lord Ashura's exploits evolved into legends over the past five years. The Martial Arts Alliance seized the opportunity to expand its influence.

Huang Feihu did not expect Lord Ashura was actually the Dragon Soul's God of War, the most powerful fighter in Donghua's military!

He also did not expect that person, whom even the Nonamillennial feared, to be standing in front of him now…

He gulped hard, and his heart was in his throat.

In the next moment, he fell on his knees without hesitation and began to beg for mercy. "I was wrong, Lord Ashura! I accept whatever punishment you have for me as long as you spare my life!"

Everyone fell silent in an instant.

Huang Feihu, the Nonamillennial's direct disciple and the leader of the enforcement unit of the Jiangbei region, was begging for mercy like a dog.

Huang Feihu knew even the Nonamillennial might not be able to save him. The only thing he could do was to get on his knees and beg for mercy. What was dignity when his life was at stake?

Chu Feng looked at Huang Feihu for some time before saying, "I guess I can consider Wei Zhongxian an acquaintance, and I can consider sparing your life…"

Before Huang Feihu could express his gratitude, Chu Feng raised a palm and said, "I've heard you're famous for your speed. Is that true? If you can run out of the front gate in five seconds, we'll call it even. If you can't, you die."

His voice was extraordinarily calm, but everyone feared for Huang Feihu's life when they heard that.

The world record for the 100-meter dash was 9.58 seconds. It was almost twice the distance from where Huang Feihu was to the front gate. He could not possibly cover that distance even if he had wings!

Huang Feihu showed no hesitation and began to dash toward the exit like a gust of wind. He knew he was in no position to negotiate. If he wanted to live, he would have to do what Chu Feng told him.

Chu Feng was already counting down. "Four, three, two…"

Huang Feihu's eyes turned bloodshot as he pushed his legs to the limit.