Fenghao's words had, without a doubt, made many worried people feel at ease. However, the people from the Shaman Spirit clan and the Barbaric Flame clan felt like there was a mountain pressing down on their hearts. Even breathing had become a little difficult for them. Every single one of them had an extremely ugly expression on their faces.
Although they were furious in their hearts, they were unable to refute Fenghao's absolute strength at this moment.
Everyone else knew that perhaps the Shaman Spirit Clan and the Mang Flame Clan would start to walk towards defeat …
On the platform, the white-haired old man furrowed his brows again.
The Shaman Spirit and Manticore tribe were definitely the most powerful races among the Hundred Races. Their defeat would also weaken the Hundred Races.
This was something that the old man did not want to see.
However, after staring at Feng Hao for a long time, he knew that he might not be able to resolve this grudge even if he spoke up.
"Sigh …"
The old man sighed inside, but he did not say anything in the end.
He knew that since Feng Hao could resolve his grudge against the other races, but he could not let go of these two races, it was definitely because the two races had done something that he could not forgive.
"I'm just like that. I don't have any grand ambitions, but if anyone dares to touch the people I care about, I will definitely destroy them at all costs, no matter who they are, no matter what race they are."
As he spoke to this point, Feng Hao's voice was filled with killing intent and ruthlessness. His gaze also became extremely fierce. A murderous aura filled the air, as if a gust of cold wind from the nine levels of hell had swept past everyone's hearts.
He wanted everyone to know that his loved ones were his reverse scale. Anyone who dared to touch them would have to pay a heavy price.
Every dragon had a reverse scale, and anyone who touched it would be killed.
These words made Joan Of Arc, Yan Qing, and Little Qing Meng burst into tears of joy.
They knew that Feng Hao did not have any grand ambitions. He only wanted to protect the people he cared about. That was all.
However, the human heart was unfathomable. Even at this moment, not many people believed that Feng Hao did not have any grand ambitions. However, his words made many people retract their thoughts.
At this moment, Feng Hao stood proudly on the stage and looked down at the crowd. His presence shook the entire place, as if he was an invincible sovereign. Everyone lowered their heads wherever his gaze passed, not daring to meet his eyes.
After a while, the changes on his body slowly returned to normal. The scales on his arms retracted, and the wings on his back retracted as well.
After he walked off the stage, Joan Of Arc, Yan Qing, and Little Qing Meng immediately went up and threw themselves into his arms.
Looking at their crying appearance, Fenghao was at a loss for what to do. His face no longer had the determination and indifference he had on the arena. Instead, it was replaced with panic and tenderness.
"Hehe, what an interesting kid."
On the high platform, seeing Fenghao hurriedly comforting the three girls, the white-haired old man stroked the white beard on his chin. The corner of his mouth revealed a faint smile.
As the tower master of the Hundred Races Tower, he had seen all sorts of people in the past few years. They lived for fame and profit, and they would do anything for it.
However, he had never seen someone like Fenghao, who could disregard his own identity and image to comfort a few women in front of so many people.
This meant that Feng Hao valued relationships.
In the Human Race's camp, no one felt that Fenghao was weak or unsuitable to be a leader because of his flustered and bewildered appearance. On the contrary, they felt a warm feeling in their hearts.
This was the kind of leader they needed.
"Sigh, this guy still doesn't care about his image. He's completely humiliated the human race now."
Long Yue Guan feigned helplessness, as if he could not take it anymore, which amused Xie Yandong and the others.
This was the Feng Hao they understood. At the same time, only they knew Feng Hao's true personality the best. Back in the Newcomer Recruitment Competition, he had even offended the Poison God Residence for the sake of Qing Wu and her mother despite his lowly status. If he dared to do something so crazy, it was clear that his family was far more important than himself in his heart.
"Well done."
The little ball's deep and rough voice rang out in Feng Hao's head. Looking at the little beast that Joan Of Arc had tossed onto the ground, Feng Hao's lips curled up slightly.
Shortly after, the entire space was once again in an uproar. Every single stage was in full swing with muffled noises ringing out. Only the Human Race did not make a move.
As for Feng Hao, he had a smile on his face as he played around with Joan Of Arc and the other two girls. He paid no attention to the astonished gazes of others, nor did he care about the fights between the other races.
None of that was important to him. What was important was that his loved ones were safe and happy.
After a day and a half, the Hundred Clan Tournament finally came to an end. The final result was naturally that the Human Race had entered the top ten, while the other rankings did not change much. The fluctuations were only one or two places.
This made many people sigh. The cowardly Human Race had already become a thing of the past. Now, no one dared to bully them.
… …
Not long after Feng Hao returned to his courtyard in the Hundred Clan Tower, a guard came to report that Dongfang Zheng was looking for him, so he had no choice but to go.
When he arrived at Dongfang Zheng's courtyard, he heard some conversations. Furthermore, Dongfang Zheng's tone was vaguely filled with respect and reverence.
Feng Hao could not help but be taken aback. He quickly walked into the hall.
There were only two people inside, sitting on two sides of a square table. One of them was Dongfang Zheng, while the other was not unfamiliar to him. It was the white-haired old man on the high platform, the tower master of the Hundred Clan Tower.
"Tower master."
After understanding the existence of the Hundred Clan Tower's protector race, Feng Hao's attitude towards the old man became extremely respectful.
Speaking of which, the Hundred Clan Tower's protector race's objective was the same as him. They did not seek fame or fortune, but only existed to protect what they wanted to protect.
"Haha, no need to be so polite. Come, sit."
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw Ye Chen's proper attitude. A smile appeared on his face, and he waved his hand at Ye Chen without putting on any airs, gesturing for him to sit beside him.
Feng Hao did not act pretentious. He walked over and sat beside the old man.
"You're indeed a talented man, a dragon among men."
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