I Am Very Angry, and the Consequences Are Severe

Prefecture-level Martial Forces kept descending upon the Great Dao Prefecture, intent on laying claim to the Divine Sword Sect's disciples.

This had already touched Lin Feng's reverse scale.

At this very moment, a decision had already surfaced in Lin Feng's mind:

"An eye for an eye! Blood for blood!"

"Kill our way into the Great Dao Prefecture! Plunder the Heavenly Talent Disciples of the Prefecture-level Martial Forces!!"

"You want to rob me? Then I'll rob you until you're stripped bare and penniless!"

Hmph!

Who said only Prefecture-level Martial Forces were allowed to descend and plunder the Heavenly Talent Disciples of Martial Forces across the various states?

He, Lin Feng, would force his way into the Great Dao Prefecture!

He would sweep up every Heavenly Talent Disciple within the entire Great Dao Prefecture in one fell swoop!

They would all be brought under his command!!

Those who refused would either be beaten into submission or killed into submission!

Of course, if the many Martial Forces of the Great Dao Prefecture learned of Lin Feng's decision, they would definitely think he was a madman and a lunatic!

The thoroughbred kind.

One had to know that a prefecture was boundlessly vast, composed of countless state-level regions. Its foundations ran unfathomably deep, its martial path flourished without decline, its sects stood in dense forests, and its experts gathered like clouds. How could it be imagined by a sect from a single state?

Even a third-rate Prefecture-level Martial Force, if mobilized, could sweep through an entire state.

Not to mention anything else—merely the title of a Prefecture-level Martial Force was enough to make countless state-level Martial Forces kneel in submission, bow in worship, and tremble at the mention of it.

But now...

A shabby little sect tucked away in one corner of a state actually