Return Of The Monarch

"Hey, wait!" A busty, attractive female student interrupted the sibling duo. Nian Zhen firmly held onto Feng Mei's white hand: the two were longtime best friends. She unrelentingly stared at this famous elder brother.

"Let go." Feng Hui emotionlessly looked at the busty brunette, and his figure began radiating killing intent. Subconsciously, the girl loosened her grip; his pitch-black eyes were like endless vortexes threatening to swallow her whole. Within his cold gaze, there seemingly hid an entire universe.

Feng Hui began pulling his little sister out of the classroom; however, an invisible barrier halted him. His face showed no change, but his heart turned cold, and he slightly shook.

"Domain Control." Feng Hui was far too familiar with this skill. In the Long Kingdom, he was the leading master of such laws, but his current state was far too frail. At present, he could not repel the field. If he was still the Secret Legion's hidden master, with one hand, he could effortlessly close the portal!

"I'm too weak." Clenching his fists, Feng Hui thought. He retained his soul strength; however, his physical body restricted him. To fully control the laws, one's fleshy body had to reach the peak of martial arts. Previously, Emperor Feng's internal energy had reached the so-called final stage.

In reality, the Dragon Continent was mistaken. In this vast universe, Feng Hui identified that he was only at the beginning of cultivation. If he were to take another step, he would have become a true revered Immortal!

However, Feng Hui did not d.e.s.i.r.e this future. Living forever? That would have been torture! He would be left alone, and endlessly longing for his family on Earth. In the Dragon Continent, he was unfeeling.

This portal could teleport both objects and living beings through vast distances. In the Dragon Continent, during the Ancient War, the skill was commonly cast to move armies. Feng Hui cursed, "How… could there be a portal on Earth?"

Reaching the final stage, Feng Hui knew portals could not be used to traverse worlds. Therefore, the spellcaster was likely a native of Earth. Unless… the spellcaster had reached a stage far above himself?

"Did I make a mistake?" Feng Hui silently pondered. If he had reached the Immortal realm, could he have eventually returned to Earth? By taking this route, he would not have had to abandon his sworn brothers. Thinking about the Secret Legion, he could only lamentably sigh. Regardless, it was useless to think about this now.

Feng Hui observed the classroom's white portal, and he contemplated his stance. Caged, he could only stand and fight; moreover, the portal neared its end. Soon, the fiends inside would be released on Earth.

"Bro, what should we do?" Feng Mei calmly asked her brother, and she showed no trace of fear. The beauty's firm stare demonstrated her unconditional belief in the striking man standing beside her.

"First, watch." Shifting to the side, Feng Hui coolly stated. If his premonition was real, Earth would become a hellish dwelling. He had to teach his little sister the basics; otherwise, she would not survive. In times of war, surprise attacks were common: he could not always protect her.

At the same time, Nian Zhen moved to their side. She trusted her best friend's intuition; furthermore, Feng Hui's calm look was too reassuring. For frightened adolescents, this cool man was a divine savior! Therefore, she obediently stood beside Feng Mei.

Feng Hui did not care; instead, he turned his attention to the portal. If she didn't cause trouble, he would accept her presence. Analyzing the white portal, a few short, stubby goblins walked out.

In an opposite portal, instead of green goblins, approximately ten undead skeletons marched out. Feng Hui observed the creatures in surprise, he mumbled, "It really is a different world."

In the Dragon Continent, these creatures did not exist. The world was similar to Ancient China, but instead of technology, the natives could train their physique through internal energy cultivation. At the same time, their souls would be constantly tempered. Reaching a high enough level, martial artists were able to control domains.

"Mother." Feng Hui made a fist, and he confidently stepped toward the monsters. Numerous students watched him in awe; meanwhile, some girls whispered to the calm Feng Mei.

Hearing this, the crowd turned silent. Without weapons, humans were at the bottom of the food chain. None of them had much faith, except one lassie, Feng Mei confidently smiled: "Yes."

Sighing, Feng Hui studied the creatures. Approximately twenty bloodthirsty stares rested on his body, and he smirked in response. The crowd felt uncomfortable; the monsters made them feel like prey. In their eyes, the monsters looked as if they were happily playing a game.

Suddenly, the monsters charged. Their enchanted bodies flew toward him like cannonballs. The students spectating the match watched nervously, and their senses were locked onto the unmoving Feng Hui.

Before Feng Hui moved, a few green hands were already wrapping around his waist. The students were expecting a gruesome scene, while the bushy goblins were also assured of their victory.

"Sssss."

'What is this sound?'

At the critical moment, Feng Hui responded. Stimulating his soul strength, he firmly planted his right foot on the ground, and he then used that momentum to twist his broad waist. In a flash, his upper body made a punching motion; however, it did not directly connect with anything.

Instead… the surrounding creatures fell like flies. None of the students knew what happened; moreover, even Feng Mei was in utter shock. A single man was radiating immeasurable power, and his handsome face showed no reaction.

Feng Hui's seemingly weak punch had vaporized the monsters into ash. Furthermore, his fist did not even make any physical contact! After the monsters fell, he heard a series of loud 'dings!' in his head.

"Attributes?" Feng Hui thought, and he recalled the process of internal energy cultivation. Very likely, the spellcaster had a sinister plan, but he did not know the details. To f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y supply outside energy, the person involved could easily spiral into Qi Deviation. In the worst cases, death would occur.

Reaching his high level, Feng Hui could also increase one's cultivation base from the outside. In the Long Kingdom, he had once f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y lifted his sworn brother's bottleneck, but the action was necessary. Without his supreme Qi, Fatty Wei would have died from blood loss.

Ignoring the voice, Feng Hui quietly picked up a rosy bag. Turning his gaze, he noticed an entire class of students staring at him in worship. In the corner, his little sister strangely watched him.

Smiling, Feng Hui nonchalantly strolled to her side. Stroking his little sister's soft black hair, he gently planted the rosy bag in her tiny jade-like hands, "Your bag."

"Bro…?" Feng Mei lifted her beautiful face, and she softly murmured. In response to the call, her elder brother displayed his usual reassuring smile. For some reason, he felt foreign, however. Slowly, the kind image of her elder brother was silently changing. After the portals closed, the classroom's invisible barrier quietly disintegrated.