“Here we go, here we go. Every time they meet, it’s all about arguing who’s right or wrong.”
“When they’re red in the face from shouting, they’ll start fighting.”
“Haha, so satisfying! Who’d have thought we’d catch such a grand spectacle.”
“For Shuijing Dongtian to side with that Shura, even willing to strip their own Grand Elder’s grandson of his cultivation.”
“Let’s see how they handle this one, facing Yunyao Dongtian. What can they do?”
“And that Shura, isn’t he Shuijing Dongtian’s benefactor? So arrogant, but this time, he’s going down with them.”
At this moment, Luo Zhi and the others, hiding in the shadows, eagerly hoped for a clash.
They especially wanted Shuijing Dongtian to suffer.
Their resentment stemmed from the Shuijing Dongtian leader’s respect for Chu Feng.
So they were thoroughly displeased with Shuijing Dongtian.
“Enough, all of you shut up.”
But at that moment, a loud voice boomed through the scene.
Everyone froze at the sound.
The speaker wasn’t from Shuijing Dongtian or Yunyao Dongtian.
It was Chu Feng.
“Who are you?” Yunyao Dongtian’s Zhang Tao pointed at Chu Feng, asking.
“You don’t need to know who I am. I’ll ask you one thing: is Ma Liang your disciple?” Chu Feng stood up, addressing Zhang Tao.
“Ma Liang is my disciple. What of it?” Zhang Tao asked impatiently.
“If he’s your disciple, that’s enough. Your disciple ambushed me, and I killed him,” Chu Feng said.
“What?”
Chu Feng’s words shocked everyone present.
“You filthy dog, daring to spout nonsense here?” Zhang Tao’s brows furrowed as he demanded coldly.
To him, his disciple Ma Liang wasn’t dead.
He’d used Ma Liang’s disappearance as an excuse to stir trouble with Shuijing Dongtian.
That’s why he thought Chu Feng was talking rubbish.
As for the others, they were even more baffled.
What was Chu Feng doing? Was he provoking Yunyao Dongtian’s Grand Elder?
Luo Zhi and the others couldn’t fathom why Chu Feng would do this.
“Is this your disciple’s?” Chu Feng spoke, tossing a Qiankun Bag to Zhang Tao.
When Chu Feng destroyed Ma Liang’s body, he’d taken his Qiankun Bag.
At the time, he just didn’t want to waste it. Plus, giving Ma Liang’s items to Song Ge might cause her trouble, so Chu Feng kept it.
He hadn’t expected to meet Ma Liang’s master.
Now it served another purpose: to let Ma Liang’s master know his disciple had truly fallen by Chu Feng’s hand.
“This… this is indeed my disciple’s.”
After confirming it was Ma Liang’s Qiankun Bag, Zhang Tao’s face grew tense.
He was shocked to realise this man wasn’t speaking nonsense.
His disciple might truly have met his end.
“I told you, I killed your disciple,” Chu Feng said.
“You… you actually killed my disciple? You beast, I’ll slaughter you!”
Learning his disciple was truly dead, Zhang Tao flew into a rage, releasing his pressure to attack Chu Feng.
“Ugh—”
But the next moment, Zhang Tao let out a scream and collapsed like a dead dog.
“What’s happening?”
Everyone was bewildered.
“That pressure?”
Suddenly, they were shocked to sense an immensely powerful pressure.
So strong, it suppressed even the leaders of Yunyao and Shuijing Dongtian.
It was the pressure of a Fifth-Rank Venerable.
“Fight me?”
“Seems you’re not much of a master either.”
“Like disciple, like master. Your disciple did countless evils, and you, as his master, bear responsibility. In that case, go join him.”
As the crowd puzzled, Chu Feng spoke again, then struck with a palm.
With a “bang,” Zhang Tao, still on the ground, was reduced to ash, his body shattered.
He didn’t even let out a scream before dying.
At that moment, everyone was dumbfounded.
So, the Fifth-Rank Venerable’s pressure came from Chu Feng.
Though the Shuijing Dongtian leader and Yang Shenshen knew Chu Feng was formidable, they thought his prowess lay in spirit techniques.
They never imagined his cultivation was this terrifying.
Yunyao Dongtian’s leader was even more stunned.
He’d come to cause trouble for Shuijing Dongtian.
He never expected to encounter such a calamity here.
“You’re Yunyao Dongtian’s leader?” Chu Feng turned his gaze to him.
“I… I… uh…”
The previously arrogant Yunyao Dongtian leader was now too scared to speak.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t—it was that he didn’t dare.
After witnessing Chu Feng kill Zhang Tao with a single palm, he was terrified.
He feared Chu Feng might kill him on a whim.
“I’m talking to you. Are you mute?” Chu Feng asked coldly.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
“I am indeed the leader of Yunyao Dongtian.”
“But, Senior, I truly didn’t know Zhang Tao’s disciple was so vile.”
“If I had, I’d have dealt with him long ago. I wouldn’t have let him offend you. I apologise,” the Yunyao Dongtian leader stammered, trembling.
“I saw you just now. You don’t seem like a saint either,” Chu Feng said.
At those words, the Yunyao Dongtian leader’s heart tightened, and with a thud, he knelt.
“Sir, I came to seek justice from Shuijing Dongtian, not to trouble you,” he explained.
