Of course, Long Aotian knew Ling Feng was powerful, so he wouldn’t foolishly take action himself. Instead, he deployed a major weapon under the Long Family’s command—Long Xingye!
Surface-wise, Long Xingye’s power wasn’t considered strong in the Dragon Sword Mansion.
However, once Long Xingye fell into madness, his strength would surge continuously, growing stronger the more he fought, transforming into a monster devoid of pain and fearless of death.
Because of this, Long Xingye was always treated like a beast by the Long Family, never considered a real human being.
At this mont, on a ruined training ground, there were two figures tightly bound to two stone pillars, their bodies entwined with heavy iron chains, completely unable to move.
These two unfortunate souls were Yue HuaQin and Murong Bai.
How could they have known that just watching from afar outside the pavilion, they would suffer such unexpected calamity.
Now, their only hope lay in waiting for Ling Feng to co for rescue.
Around the training ground, there were also quite a few Martial Artists who ca to watch the spectacle, roughly a hundred people, and the crowd was steadily increasing.
Long Aotian didn’t seem to have any intention of driving these people away; he wanted Ling Feng to die right in front of everyone!
Clang!
Clang!
At this mont, the sound of chains rattling could be heard. A towering man, over two ters tall, bound by iron chains at his limbs, slowly walked out, led by several Dragon Sword Mansion disciples. Leading them was the originator, Long Tengyuan.
Long Tengyuan held in his hand so roasted at of so unknown beast and, as he walked forward, said to the man bound in chains, "Xingye, do you want so at?"
"at! at!"
The towering man’s eyes were fixed on the roasted at in Long Tengyuan’s hand, and he let out a low, beast-like growl.
Long Tengyuan tossed the roasted at into the man’s hands and chuckled, "As long as you tear soone to pieces for later, I’ll give you lots and lots of roasted at, okay?"
"at! at!"
The towering man chomped down on the roasted at, nodding repeatedly, "Tear apart! Tear apart!"
This man was Long Xingye of the Long Family. Strictly speaking, he had nearly lost all his humanity, practically no longer considered a human.
"That’s Long Xingye! That monster!"
The surrounding onlookers, mostly Martial Artists from the West Sword Domain, had heard quite a bit about Long Xingye.
Long Xingye was a terrifying force whose power was nearing that of the top-notch geniuses from the West Sword Domain.
Although he didn’t have much of a brain, it was precisely this fearso savagery, akin to a Fierce Beast, that made others dread him.
"What a terrifying monster. This ti, that guy nad Ling Feng is definitely dead!"
"Ling Feng might not co; after all, they are both from the Eastern Spirit Domain. But nowadays, how many people value loyalty more than their own lives?"
"The betting is open! Ling Feng surviving against Long Xingye pays fifty-to-one! Ling Feng lasting an hour pays one hundred-to-one! Ling Feng defeating Long Xingye pays one thousand-to-one!..."
So opportunistic rchants even set up bets amidst the chaos, though no one had any confidence in Ling Feng.
After all, being skilled in swordsmanship doesn’t equate to being powerful.
In the end, Ling Feng was just an Extre Human Emperor. No matter how skilled, there was no way he could be a match for the monster Long Xingye.
Ti trickled by as people continued arriving, but Ling Feng was nowhere to be seen.
"Why hasn’t he co yet? Did he get scared and decide not to show?"
"Haha, that’s possible."
"Looks like there won’t be a fight. Besides, if Ling Feng were smart, he wouldn’t jump into such an obvious trap. With Brother Xiao Juanyun backing him, he could feel at ease. Why would he risk this feast with the dragons?"
In the center of the training ground, Yue HuaQin and Murong Bai, chained and locked, sighed deeply—a tragic revelation of their fate.
The sun in the sky moved slowly, sinking to the west, and it was already sunset when finally, three figures walked briskly, bathed in the evening glow.
The three were indeed Ling Feng, Xiao Juanyun, and Luo Hanzhou.
As for the two guiding Dragon Sword Mansion disciples, they were harshly dealt with by Ling Feng from a distance when they saw the training ground, then tossed aside like garbage on the roadside.
The persistent provocations by the Long Family tested Ling Feng’s patience to its limits for this useless sect and wasted family.
Today, he ca to kill!
"It’s Junior Brother Ling!"
Yue HuaQin and Murong Bai’s hearts filled with joy, and at the sight of Ling Feng, their worries faded.
To them, Ling Feng was synonymous with invincibility; a man who continuously crafted miracles!
"Xiao Juanyun?"
Seeing Xiao Juanyun appear, Long Aotian’s eyelid twitched, but he quickly forced a smile, saying indifferently, "Brother Xiao, you must be busy. I didn’t expect you’d personally attend the martial duel organized by my Dragon Sword Mansion. I am truly honored!"
"A duel?"
Xiao Juanyun’s gaze turned icy as he coldly stared at Long Aotian, pointing toward Yue HuaQin and Murong Bai who were tied below, asking, "Is this how you invite others?"
"Haha, Brother Xiao, you didn’t know, these two were so bold. I invited them as guests, but they had the audacity to attack my Dragon Sword Mansion’s disciples. I was left with no choice but to capture them. However, I am always magnanimous. As long as Brother Ling defeats one of my Long Family disciples, all past grievances will be forgotten, including the matter of these two Martial Artists from the Eastern Spirit Domain injuring my fellow disciple. I won’t hold it against them."
What a shaless face!
Ling Feng felt a faint urge to retch.
"Brother Ling, let handle this!"
Luo Hanzhou’s eyes turned cold, clearly displeased with Long Aotian’s attitude.
"I’ll do it."
Xiao Juanyun frowned deeply and said slowly, "This matter delayed Brother Ling a lot."
"No need, this is a personal vendetta, and I will settle it myself."
Ling Feng stepped forward and, amidst countless gazes, leaped onto the training ground platform.
"Long Aotian, how do you want to fight? One-on-one or a brawl? I’ll see it through to the end!"
...
The surrounding Martial Artists erupted in excitent.
"That guy actually dared to co?"
"He even wants to handle it alone. Even Brother Xiao Juanyun might not confidently claim to defeat the monster Long Xingye, right?"
"Anyway, this guy really has a sense of righteousness!"
Among the Long Family camp, Long Tengyuan snorted coldly, glaring at Ling Feng with eyes wide in anger.
"Who does he think he is, coming here to show off? Soon, he won’t even know how he died!"
Saying this, he threw another piece of roasted at to Long Xingye and viciously said, "Xingye, it’s that kid. Kill him, and I’ll give you as much roasted at as you want!"
"Kill him! Kill him!..."
In Long Xingye’s eyes, a bloodthirsty light flickered as he continuously repeated Long Tengyuan’s words, his voice hoarse, like an Evil Ghost erging from the Netherworld.
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