It was impossible for Knight Commander Harold Vark not to be angry.
Although his strength was still some distance from King Hughes, he still possessed knightly spirit.
The most important thing was that he believed King Hughes would not dare to truly violate the covenants and openly attack ordinary people, as doing so would be equivalent to making enemies with all cultivators in the world.
Even if King Hughes's cultivation was high, he would have nowhere to be buried in the end.
"Your Majesty King Hughes, please abide by the cultivator covenants," Knight Commander Harold Vark said with a grim expression.
"Scram." King Hughes waved his hand, and Knight Commander Harold Vark was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting blood.
"What are you? Are you fit to speak to me? If the old man behind you is not satisfied, I am always waiting." King Hughes looked at Knight Commander Harold Vark as if he were trash.
Philip VI was stunned. As soon as King Hughes made a move, a group of guards with live ammunition surrounded them, their faces stern as they stared at King Hughes.
"Retreat, hurry and retreat," Philip VI shouted in a panic.
These people were merely toys in front of King Hughes. They must not truly provoke King Hughes's anger.
"Philip, you are disrespectful to my master. You are an ordinary person, so I won't kill you. Break one of your legs yourself, otherwise, don't force me to do it personally." King Hughes looked at Philip VI with an icy expression and commanded.
To outsiders, Philip VI was the King of Spain, high and mighty, but in King Hughes's eyes, he was no different from an ant.
It was just that due to the cultivator covenants, he could not act against ordinary people. Moreover, Philip VI was the king of a nation, and he had to give some face to ordinary people.
Otherwise, this would violate the stability of the mortal world.
"Your Majesty King Hughes, please let me understand, who is your master? I will never dare to offend again in the future." Philip VI had no temper at all at being threatened by King Hughes to break his own leg.
Apart from the fear in his heart, he wanted to die with understanding.
Who was this master of King Hughes?
How had he offended him?
"Didn't you invite a Chinese traditional Chinese medicine doctor to treat your queen? Have you forgotten so quickly? What are you? You want to invite my master over?" Although King Hughes did not explicitly name Xia Feng, he had already made it clear enough.
Philip VI's eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing this.
So, it turned out to be him.
It was him.
It was Xia Feng, the Xia Feng that he could not invite and was rejected by China.
It was Xia Feng who shone brightly at the US medical exchange conference.
How could a Chinese person become King Hughes's master?
The reason behind this was not something he could imagine, nor was he qualified to imagine it.
All he could be sure of now was that no one could save his leg.
Philip VI now hated Hoziah Ellis immensely. It was this fellow who had persistently suggested that he invite a Chinese traditional Chinese medicine doctor to treat the queen.
He had always insisted on not inviting one, and if he had continued to insist, this incident would never have happened.
It was too late to regret it now.
If there were a regret pill in the world, perhaps everyone would want one, to eat their fill and regret to their heart's content.
"Your Majesty King Hughes, I understand. Come, break my left leg," Philip VI shouted loudly.
Break the king's leg?
No one dared to do this job. If they broke his leg now, they might not even be able to keep the legs of their own families afterward.
So, an awkward situation ensued. As Philip VI shouted, the guards around him retreated instead of advancing; not a single one dared to step forward.
Philip VI's face turned ashen, and with an angry expression, he then looked at Knight Commander Harold Vark and said, "Knight Commander Harold Vark, I trouble you."
Having Knight Commander Harold Vark break his left leg was actually the best choice, because Knight Commander Harold Vark was also a cultivator, and he would know how to control his strength, breaking it quickly and accurately, and ensuring that Philip VI would not be left with any sequelae.
For such a request, Knight Commander Harold Vark could only comply.
"Ah..."
As Knight Commander Harold Vark delivered a palm strike, fast, accurate, and fierce, he directly broke Philip VI's left leg, causing him to cry out in pain.
Philip VI was the King of Spain. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was a god high above. Now, he had been forced to break his own leg.
Therefore, one mountain is higher than another, and one should not be too complacent.
Seeing that his mission was completed, King Hughes looked at Knight Commander Harold Vark and said leisurely, "If you are not satisfied, go and inform that old man behind you. I am always waiting."
King Hughes left with these words, turning away潇洒 (xiāosǎ - chic, elegant, free and easy).
King Hughes would not let anyone who disrespected his master off easily; this was his loyalty to his master.
He was a fierce dog, meant to remove some unnecessary troubles for his master.
The matter with Philip VI in Spain was such. He was disrespectful to Xia Feng, so he deserved his current fate.
Knight Commander Harold Vark watched King Hughes leave, his eyes as cold as ice.
The vast disparity in strength made him feel timid. He thought he could withstand one or two moves from King Hughes, but unexpectedly, King Hughes had merely waved his hand, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
Had King Hughes's strength already reached such a terrifying level?
It seemed that his strength had greatly increased after this period of seclusion. Judging by King Hughes's attitude, his strength was no longer weaker than the Pope's.
This was a very important piece of information. Knight Commander Harold Vark secretly told himself that this matter must be reported to the Pope promptly.
Seeing King Hughes leave, Philip VI immediately summoned the royal doctors within the palace.
He needed pain relief and the reattachment of his leg.
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Xia Feng was completely unaware of the events in Spain, nor did he know that Spain had initially invited him.
Xia Feng was the guardian god of China. Would the Chinese government send Xia Feng to treat a queen of Spain?
Don't be a fool's dream. Such a minor matter would never reach Xia Feng. Elder Li had refused without any hesitation.
What nonsense.
Even if your family was wiped out, it had nothing to do with China, let alone the unfriendly Spain. Then it had even less to do with them.
Xia Feng continued to teach classes at Fudan University. At this time, Luo Hanxiang and Yun Yan looked at Xia Feng with different expressions.
From previous respect and admiration, they now looked up to him with pride. This was a matter of an instant.
No one could have imagined Xia Feng's identity, yet Luo Hanxiang and Yun Yan happened to know it.
The two of them tacitly said nothing, acting as if nothing had happened, only their hearts were quietly changing.
They would consider this a little secret between them and Teacher Xia, a sweet memory to keep in their hearts.
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(Are the recent chapters really watery? Watery? Yes... alright, more watering is healthier.)