A vast stretch of open land near the Zhonghai airport is where Chen Feng halted his steps, turned back, and looked at an eager Alexander.
"Young man, this the gravesite you've chosen for yourself?"
"The scenery is quite nice."
Alexander stretched his body, brimming with confidence.
He had already dominated Europe ten years ago; hence, he was only interested in the top three of the Dragon Nation's Heavenly List, paying no mind to the rest.
"I, on the other hand, feel that you don't even deserve to be buried on the soil of my Dragon Nation."
Chen Feng shook his head, his eyes slightly cold.
Alexander chuckled softly, and the two stood opposite each other in silence.
Not far away, Count William and William Aron felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
At that moment, the calls of birds in the sky shattered the silence.
Thump!
In an instant, Alexander's hand swept through the air, magically conjuring a fireball that shot straight towards Chen Feng.
