"If anyone dares to betray me."
"I will make them wish they were dead!"
Immediately, Chu Feng shouted coldly.
A terrifying pressure erupted from him, crushing down on the ten thousand martial artists.
The expressions of these ten thousand martial artists changed, becoming very serious.
Their bodies trembled under the oppression, feeling an urge to kneel.
But each one gritted their teeth and persevered; not a single person submitted,
their eyes showed an unwavering determination.
This crowd of ten thousand managed to hold on for a full minute,
after which Chu Feng withdrew the pressure.
"Not bad, you have qualified."
"Follow me."
Chu Feng said.
"Commander Zhao, make some arrangements."
"Temporarily assign the responsibilities of the Mad Dragon Guards to others."
"You bring the nine Mad Dragon Captains and follow me."
Chu Feng looked at Zhao Tianzhuo and said.
"Are we going somewhere to cultivate?"
Zhao Tianzhuo asked curiously.
"Yes, go make the arrangements!"
