Chapter 824

The cause and effect are clear; it's simply the Koreans being shamelessly provocative.

Xiao Feng listened, and a sense of comfort welled up in his heart.

Hmm… comfortable!

There's nothing to get angry about; rather, one should feel happy about having the opportunity to strike someone down.

When encountering such a thing, shouldn't we give the good friends of Korea a little 'reward'?

It's been a long time since I've met someone so jumpy.

While Xiao Feng and his father were talking, the players from both sides started cursing at each other again.

On the Jianghu Wanderer Guild side, the leaders were three half‑god players at level 250 who were stuck at ascension.

They were: Wang Zilong (pure‑heal male priest), Dugu Bai (sword‑type assassin), and the aloof Blue Cat (a semi‑tank).

Among the three, Dugu Bai is the president of the Jianghu Wanderer Guild, a martial‑arts enthusiast like Xiao Qin Tian; his profession is 'Grass‑Wood Swordsman', a highly mobile job.

At this moment, with both sides facing off, he held a thin sword, wearing the same swordsman outfit as Xiao Qin Tian, looking quite suave.

But his words were not so suave.

"Damn it, you bunch of Koreans haven't died yet, huh? Want to fight? Come on, I'll wipe you all out with one big move!" Dugu Bai shouted.

His damage is indeed high; he can indeed insta‑kill people.

But for an assassin to insta‑kill the whole team is a bit of bragging.

"Dugu Bai, right? You first blacklisted our guild members' equipment, then spouted off provoking our Eastern King! Good, very good! From now on, you don't need to hang out in the Blue Star War Zone. I, representing the Eastern King Guild, sentence you to permanent blacklist; I'll kill you every time I see you, until you quit the server!"

"Yo yo yo, what a big mouth, I'm so scared. Just now I don't know who I one‑shot with a single blade; with such little strength, you still dare to be arrogant—utterly ridiculous, hahaha~"

Dugu Bai laughed wantonly, utterly unafraid of the opponent.

The Jianghu Wanderer Guild is just a small guild, with only a few thousand members.

A few thousand versus a million—looks like the strength disparity is out of proportion.

But actually, because there are too few people, in a region of several billion they are insignificant, so there's even less to fear.

"Damn! They're really asking for death! Brothers, wipe them out!" the god‑like man roared, waving his hand and issuing the attack order.

After exchanging insults for a while, he was burning with rage, even forgetting Xiao Feng's existence, his anger wholly directed at Dugu Bai.

As soon as the attack order was given, dozens of people launched a group assault, a barrage of skills flying toward the twenty people including Xiao Feng. (The downed players had already been revived.)

"Everyone be careful! Priest opens

"Good defense buff! Knights hold the line, DPS watch out for skills!" Dugu Bai quickly commanded, himself turning invisible on the spot, disappearing and sneaking into the enemy camp to prepare to first insta‑kill their priest.

Just then.

Hum~

A mysterious power emerged, forming a protective shield that rose up in place.

The shield had a radius of 30 meters, like an inverted glass bowl placed on the ground, enveloping all the Jianghu Wanderer Guild players inside.

The Eastern King Guild players unleashed a barrage of skills at the shield, but it caused no damage at all—everything was a miss.

The shield was as stable as Mount Tai, not even trembling.

"Huh? What's going on?" the god‑like man frowned.

Dugu Bai looked at his teammates behind him and asked, bewildered, "Who opened a scroll? Wasting money!"

Xiao Feng stepped forward two paces, smiling lightly, and said, "I activated it; it's not a scroll, just a small skill."

This is his divine power shield, only a bit larger in size.

Given his current attack power and the Ten Thousand Times amplification effect, this shield can be broken only by the power of a main god.

Or a full‑output from a level 450 Upper God for about half an hour would also work!

As for half‑god and below Korean players… today they probably have no hope, but maybe tomorrow!

Upon hearing Xiao Feng speak, Dugu Bai finally noticed him again.

"Uh, brother, are you the son of Old Brother Qubai? I've heard him mention you many times, saying you're formidable. Hmm… your name is formidable, your skills are formidable; if your level were a bit higher, you'd be number one in the whole region!" He gave a thumbs‑up.

Xiao Feng chuckled.

Just tweak his level and HP bar, and the effect is still obvious; everyone thought he was a fake Xiao Feng.

That's fine too; it saves scaring the Koreans into not daring to go out.

He smiled and said, "Not bad; I'm also number one in the region anyway, and I'm far stronger than the Koreans. Hey, you sissy, you can't break my shield like this—go round up more people, preferably call all one million members of your guild, otherwise it won't be satisfying."

Those latter words were addressed to the god‑like man.

"Shut up! I'll make you know what's fearsome!"

The god‑like man, being called a sissy, was so angry he almost exploded, frantically releasing archer skills in an attempt to tear the shield and insta‑kill Xiao Feng.

Unfortunately, his attack power was simply too weak; even after draining his mana, he couldn't chip the shield in the slightest.

And this was even with dozens of players cooperating.

Xiao Feng mocked, saying: "Trash is trash, say you're trash you don't

"Don't admit it; when you can break my shield, come talk to me again. Otherwise, you'll always be a worthless sissy, hahaha~"

"Damn!"

The god‑like man vomited blood from anger; it was the first time in his life he had suffered such an insult.

He could take no more; he instantly opened the guild channel and shouted, "Brothers, I've met a Chinese upstart in Sunken City who defies the Eastern King—his defense is a bit high, send some people to take them out so they know how formidable our Korea is!"

The god‑like man is one of the elders of the Eastern King Guild.

As soon as he spoke, someone immediately replied, "All right, Brother Shen Nan, hold on—we'll be there right away!"

Soon, several thousand people responded.

Moreover, many more people didn't say anything and just came running.

The dozens of people on the scene were still focusing fire, but the shield showed no sign of breaking.

Xiao Feng stood there and started trash-talking, mocking: "Tsk tsk tsk, your attacks are as soft as your brothers. Don't just shout arrogantly, come on in—you can't even pierce the membrane, what good are you?"

"I think you're like dogs that haven't eaten for three days—loud barking, but your bite doesn't hurt at all!"

"I haven't even used a single skill yet, and if I did, your whole clan's genealogy added together wouldn't be enough for me to instantly defeat. Oh wait, I meant not the clan, but even your whole country added together wouldn't be enough. You weaklings like you—what's the point in playing? You might as well quit the game early and go Xian Xia to do manual labor; that's far better than gaming!"

"Sigh, I'm so lonely—who'll come kill me~"

"Please, use some strength, huh? Haven't you eaten? Or I'll take pity and pull out some food for you here to replenish your stamina."

As he was saying that, his father Xiao Qin Tian also joined in.

Together they mocked: "Anyway, can you do it or not? If not, just say so—I'll mail you some blue little pills to boost you."

"Oh sorry, I almost forgot you don't even have that stuff, and even if you ate it it'd be useless, hahaha~"

"Come on, come on! Breaking this shield, there are still 100 layers of shield! Exert all the strength of your whole Korea, you can definitely do it! If you can't, then I never said anything!"

"Hey kid over there, how dare you insult people? Didn't your mother teach you to have manners? Didn't your father tell you that swearing gets you a slap? Well, Dad's told you now—next time you'd better remember!"

"……"

The father and son each took turns speaking, never repeating themselves from start to finish—let alone the Koreans being so angry they smoked from all seven orifices; even their own members of the Martial World Wanderers' Guild felt they deserved a beating.

"(End of chapter)"