The indifferent inquiry echoed within the banquet manor.
Under the night sky, the blood moon appeared extremely eerie. Mage Simon’s face turned pale, cold sweat had long slid down his grayish-white temples.
He was certain that the White Gray Giant Statue must be a Saint Level creature.
At the same moment, in the center of the banquet, Soya and Viscount Mod both furrowed their brows, looking heavily at the man and statue floating in mid-air.
"It’s the kingdom’s fugitive."
They had recognized Chen Feng’s identity.
The incident at Banli Port had shocked the entire Steel Kingdom, with wanted posters of the White Gray Giant Statue and the blue-black figure everywhere.
And now, they had actually come to their Hurricane Island.
"Your excellency...."
Suddenly, Soya spoke.
The fiery red silk robe seemed to symbolize the pride of the Red Dragon Family, and the bloodline of the Hurricane Lord’s daughter left her with no room to retreat.
"This matter is our fault, and we are willing to offer any compensation."
"But I wonder if you could spare Mage Simon’s life, in consideration of the Hurricane Domain and the Red Dragon Family?"
Her complexion was calm, her stunning features and golden hairpin earrings seemed to glimmer under the exquisite chandelier.
Many at this moment marveled at her bravery, including two figures at the corner of the banquet who had recognized Chen Feng’s identity, and were taken aback.
Another voice sounded.
Viscount Mod, with several deep brown ponytails, stepped out, walking beside Soya and standing together before Mage Simon.
"The culprit Long Tai is dead, I think that might have calmed your anger."
"Additionally, today happens to be my father’s, the Hurricane Lord’s, birthday banquet. Could we ask for your leniency, and spare us?"
He eased his brow and spoke earnestly.
Trying to show enough respect, while also asserting his own presence not inferior to Soya, and the stance of the Hurricane Mansion.
"Indeed a worthy heir of the Hurricane Lord, none of them are cowards."
A great noble unconsciously admired, causing many to nod secretly.
After all, this is Hurricane Island, and with the Hurricane Lord’s Saint Level power in mind, they thought this should not escalate...
"You two, what are you worth?"
Indifferent deep voice suddenly rang out, interrupting everyone’s speculation.
Expressions appeared on the faces of many nobles and upper-tier figures of Hurricane Island, even Soya, who deemed herself to have extraordinary poise, nearly thought she heard wrong.
Viscount Mod’s face turned somber; he looked up to see the icy cold blue-black figure standing on the shoulder of the White Gray Giant Statue, the scarlet eyes seemingly filled with disdain.
"Your excellency, what do you mean?"
He asked deeply, trying to suppress his anger as much as possible.
Soya’s face didn’t look good either.
She was long accustomed to being surrounded by admirers, let alone with such powerful entities as the Hurricane Domain and Red Dragon Family backing her.
"Though you are a Saint, yet my Hurricane Domain and Red Dragon family..."
The unfinished threatening words were instantly cut off, a golden spear pierced through everything, grazingly passing them.
A muffled sound upon penetrating flesh echoed behind, a drop of crimson blood splattered on the face.
Soya’s expression froze, beside her, Viscount Mod’s pupils contracted.
From the palm of the blue-black figure stretched a golden spear, they looked back instinctively, seeing Mage Simon with gray hair, mouth agape, countless blood continuously spilling out.
The golden spear pierced through his neck, the scepter in his tightly held hand had barely started to glow dimly blue.
Obviously, before he could wield its power, everything had come to a dim end.
Soya screamed, her beautiful visage turning pale, heart filled with shock and resentment.
She never imagined someone dared to be so rampant within their Hurricane Mansion, disregarding even her father’s authority and the Red Dragon Family’s reputation?
Mage Simon fell to the ground dead, the dull sound echoed instantly, blood spilling and staining the ground.
Beside him, Viscount Mod felt utterly cold and a furious wrath like never before.
This was his manor, today was also his father’s birthday banquet.
Yet even if the opponent is also a Saint, they shouldn’t be so utterly disrespectful.
In an instant, looking into the brown eyes of him and Soya.
The scarlet eyes of the Glass Steel indifferently overlooking, seemed to perceive the suppressed hidden rage within.
"You appear to be quite dissatisfied with me?"
A whispering inquiry, the golden spear tip slowly withdrew.
Viscount Mod’s body stiffened and then felt a strong crisis.
The dazzling golden spear came into view, the piercing scream made hearts palpitate.
As if the scene of blood splattering was about to unfold, the crowd exclaimed with wide eyes.
At the critical moment.
A layer of formless whirlwind suddenly condensed, seemingly imbued with some power, forming a gigantic wind shield between Viscount Mod and Soya.
The golden spear, as if trapped in a mire, slowed down, until suspended mid-air.
Soya and Viscount Mod’s faces were filled with cold sweat and surprise, the crowd dumbstruck, Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Steadying his gaze, the carved windows of the entire manor vibrated with a buzz, as if a hurricane had swept across the island and brushed over the manor.
"Your excellency, as a Saint, isn’t it a bit too aggressive?"
A calm yet dignified voice sounded out of thin air, the originally pale-faced Soya and her companion’s faces shook in delight.
The two quickly turned back to look, and the other nobles and guests all reacted, turning around.
It was a carved window close to the manor’s backyard.
At that moment, it was just opened, revealing a hundred meters away a patch of gray ironwood forest.
Like steel, forever unflowering, even the soil beneath appeared grayish.
The wild wind blowing through the forest, the sound of the wind buzzing, like a piercing howl.
Chen Feng squinted slightly, clearly seeing the wild wind gathering at the center of the forest, gradually forming a phantom human shape, hovering cross-legged three feet high.
"It’s Lord Hurricane!"
"A Saint, a Sixth-order Saint of the Storm Series!"
"Rumor has it that Lord Hurricane once triggered a tsunami, and descended with a hurricane...."
Someone excitedly spoke up, Trin in the corner had a shocked expression, while Lei Long next to him had an extremely complex expression.
As a member of the Storm Series, he naturally had respect for the fellow sequence Saints.
Yet, at this moment, it was evidently clear that the opponent was already Lord Feng Chen’s enemy.
Suddenly, a thought came to mind.
As a Same Sequence, Lei Long keenly noticed something was off with the phantom human shape condensed by the unseen wild wind.
It was clearly the power of the Storm Series, but it seemed to have other sequence’s spiritual power as well.
The blood-red moon suddenly cast its faint light, turning the ironwood forest into a strange red color.
Everyone was taken aback, then recalled an old rumor.
"Iron, ironwood blooms?"
Someone widened their eyes, suddenly seeing the ironwood forest swaying in the blood-colored moonlight, red buds growing from the gaps between branches.
Just about to take action, Chen Feng’s gaze sharpened, clearly seeing the buds slowly enlarge, then open.
At the same time, the phantom human shape condensed by the wild wind, became real, turning into a dignified figure in a silk noble brown long robe, adorned with hurricane patterns and golden lines.
Gray hair with a flat top, a square cold hard face, appearing to be in his fifties.
A pair of cold, deep eyes, just a glance made people shudder, unable to breathe.
However, in response, Chen Feng suddenly moved, blood pattern wings instantly emerged, vibrating through the air.
His figure like an afterimage, vanished in the night and lights.
A slight breeze blew past, Viscount Mod and Soya both had faces of relief, inwardly thinking that indeed, it still required his father’s intervention to deter this barbaric kingdom’s wanted individual.
However, Trin and Lei Long were somewhat puzzled, feeling this wasn’t like Lord Feng Chen’s style.
Involuntarily turning back to look, the blood pattern wings pierced the darkness, the shadow of a blue-black body crossed a hundred meters, arriving within the ironwood forest.
And even directly ignored the solidified phantom Lord Hurricane, rushing straight towards the central position.
Furrowing his brow and squinting, the Hurricane Lord in a brown silk long robe raised his hand abruptly.
A massive wind wall formed from the wild wind in the forest, surged from the ground towards the sky.
A punch was thrown, the hurricane wall exploded with a bang.
White streams of air swept in all directions, causing the entire ironwood forest to shake and tumble.
However, Chen Feng’s movements paused, his gaze gradually sinking.
Tornado vortexes formed, encircling him.
This was not his main concern.
The center of the forest, at the moment the ironwood bloomed with blood moon flowers, a suspended light group quietly appeared.
Entirely green, the size of a human head, within was a small heart-like pattern.
It was the aura of the Talent Light Group, he had the opportunity earlier to capture it.
Through the obstructive tornado vortexes, he watched as all the ironwood flowers instantly wilted, withering away.
And that suspended green light group in the center, gradually became phantom, until it vanished.
"Shouldn’t you give me an explanation?"
"Though my Hurricane Domain lacks the majesty of the Royal Capital, it’s by no means lawless land."
The Hurricane Lord in a brown silk robe spoke with authority, raising his hands as towering hurricanes swept across the sky, overturning the ironwood, blocking Chen Feng’s escape routes from all directions.
Inside the manor, Viscount Mod and Soya both displayed pleased expressions, momentarily forgetting the white gray giant statue still hovering before the banquet hall window, coldly gazing upon them.
"Just now, you actually had a chance to survive."
Turning his side gaze, scarlet eyes seemed to reflect the blood moonlight of the sky.
Chen Feng hovered mid-air, face cold, never feeling so regretful.
Just a little more, he could have captured the suddenly appearing green light group.
Double fists pounded, with red flames and a sunset manifesting in the air.
The four towering hurricanes beside him exploded instantly, the ironwood forest was severely damaged like an earth dragon turning over.
Meanwhile, the white gray giant statue in the banquet hall suddenly swept down, rocky fists like sky pillars plummeted from above, smashing through walls and windows, heading straight for Soya and Viscount Mod.