Chapter 389 - Heavenly Talents Tournament!
As he finished speaking, a slightly old figure in a white robe slowly appeared.
He looked like a sage.
Seeing this, Anderson pursed his lips.
"This old man is starting to show off again. Every time there are outsiders around, he always acts like an expert. Bah!"
In front of him, the white-robed old man staggered, but he still maintained a kind smile on his face, as if he had not heard anything.
With a casual wave of his hand, the white-robed old man imprisoned Mei Hong.
It was smooth and relaxed.
Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.
The old man who had just appeared was definitely an expert.
At that moment, Mei Hong, who had been restrained, suddenly flew into a rage and stared fixedly at the white-robed old man.
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"Anaodo! As the head of the An family and the former King of the Sacred War, you only dare to bully the weak?!"
"My father is right. Your existence is a disgrace to the 16 Councilors!"
"Back then, if you had not insisted on doing things your way and directly destroyed nearly half of the foundation of our Saint Fighters, how would our Revolutionary Army be in such a passive state today?
"You yourself are half-crippled, and even your eldest son, Anbert, was surrounded and killed by the demons during that operation. What is this? Retribution? Hahaha!"
"Hehe, you used to be the Sacred War King. Looks like you only dare to be fierce in front of juniors like me…"
Mei Hong's voice fell.
The white-robed old man's kind smile slowly disappeared, replaced by a hint of regret and indignation.
After a long while, he slowly spoke.
"I wasn't wrong back then. Back then, the situation was critical. If we didn't take the risk, the Demon Emperor might have long locked onto the location of the Temple of Marvels. Then, the Revolutionary Army would have been uprooted by the Demon Race! Some people died and paid a price to preserve the foundation of the Revolutionary Army. Shouldn't that be the case?"
"My son… I've let him down. But you have no right to say that! Get lost!"
As he spoke, the white-robed old man's voice suddenly became stern.
A sound wave blasted Mei Hong out of the hall.
Mei Hong, who had been sent flying, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes ferocious.
"Anaodo, when Anbert died, your An family was doomed!"
"With just you, a half-crippled S-rank, and that trash Anderson, I want to see if your An family can still keep your last seat as a Councilor in this Heavenly Talents Tournament of All Races!"
"Anderson! My Big Brother is about to break through to the A+ rank. I hope you don't meet him in the ring. Otherwise, even a god won't be able to save you!"
Mei Hong did not hide his voice.
Clearly, he did not take the An family seriously at all.
The An family… had already declined.
As for his Mei family, they were thriving and even occupied five seats. How could the An family compare?
At the last moment, Mei Hong suddenly looked at Chu Feng and sneered.
"Chu Feng, is it? You're really bold, but you've followed the wrong master! The An family can't even protect themselves anymore. They can't protect you for long. Just you wait. My Mei family will definitely kill you!"
The figure dissipated.
Mei Hong's arrogant voice was still echoing.
There was silence.
Everyone looked at the An father and son.
Their faces had been slapped swollen today.
A dignified Councilor was humiliated by a junior. If word got out, how would others look at the An family?
A tiger that had fallen into the plains would be bullied by dogs!
Of course, there was also Chu Feng.
It seemed like the source of all this was because of this unknown fellow.
Otherwise, Mei Hong wouldn't have been able to find a reason to cause trouble!
As for the so-called revenge for his sister…
Why didn't I see you and your sister being so close before?
Some people had already begun to speculate.
Perhaps… this was a test by the Mei family's master?
It had not been a day or two since the Mei family coveted the seat of council in the hands of the An family.
But Anaodo was a former King of the Sacred War after all, and his strength was unfathomable.
Although he was crippled by the demons after that battle…
However, who could confirm if it was true?
Who knew if he had recovered?
Therefore, it seemed reasonable for Mei Hong, a high-level A+ rank, to test him…
Perhaps Chu Feng was just an excuse for them to make things difficult for him.
The servants of the An family carefully began to clean up the mess.
Anderson waved his hand irritably to dismiss everyone.
Only Chu Feng, Kuto, Brook, and the others were left.
Only then did Anderson look at the white-robed old man angrily.
"Old man! Why didn't you kill that bastard just now! He doesn't take our An family seriously!"
The white-robed old man was still expressionless as he said calmly, "I'm just a cripple. I can barely make a few moves. How can I do it?"
Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.
A cripple?
No way…
In his senses.
The power in this old man's body was clearly as deep as the ocean and surging like waves. He did not look like a cripple at all.
But why did he have to act like a cripple to the public?
Chu Feng pondered with interest.
Of course, this old man had hidden himself very well. If it wasn't for the fact that Chu Feng had learned many true abilities from the Blood Sea Space, he probably wouldn't have discovered him.
In the eyes of outsiders, the head of the An family was probably really crippled.
However, if one of the 16 Councilors of the Revolutionary Army, the former King of the Sacred War, recovered his strength, there was no need to hide it!
Was he planning something?
Chu Feng was very curious, but he consciously did not say anything.
Anyway, it was none of his business.
As long as they don't come and harm me, do whatever you want.
Beside Chu Feng, Anderson seemed to be completely unaware. He was still furious.
He crushed a teacup indignantly.
"Damn it! If Big Brother hadn't died, with Big Brother's peerless talent, how would this Mei Hong dare to behave atrociously! Even the eldest young master of the Mei family, Mei Changqing, was inferior to my Big Brother back then!"
Listening to Anderson, the white-robed old man's expression finally changed.
But he quickly covered it up.
He said calmly, "Therefore, you should cultivate well. The An family will depend on you from now on."
Hearing this, Anderson suddenly became discouraged and sighed.
"Forget it. I know my place. My talent is not even comparable to Mei Hong.
I'm afraid I have no chance in this Prodigy Tournament.
"It doesn't matter if I lose, but according to the rules, the Heavenly Talents Tournament this time is related to the seats of the Councilors! Our An family is lacking in resources now. I think your position as a Councilor is in danger."
"What should I do?"
Anderson was a little worried.
"We'll do whatever we have to do. At most, we'll just hand over the Councilor seat."
The white-robed old man was calm as if he did not care.
These words infuriated Anderson.
He slammed the table.
"Old man! Be serious! If we hand over the last seat of the Council, without the protection of the Council, will our An family still exist?!"
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a loud bang.
Anderson was slapped into the ground.
Beside him, the white-robed old man clapped his hands unhurriedly.
"Who are you talking to? I'm not dead yet. I actually want to see who dares to touch my An family."
