A chicken leg?
Was that actually a golden-brown roasted chicken leg?
There was even a clear row of teeth marks on it, obviously gnawed on by soone.
An ordinary, half-eaten chicken leg had actually been able to instantly shatter the strongest attack—the Fla Lion—of a Mid-stage Earth Soul Realm Powerhouse like Hong Tiande. What was even happening?
The entire encampnt fell into a dead silence.
The corner of Hong Tiande's eye twitched as beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. 'The person who secretly threw this "chicken leg"—this Divine-level Hidden Weapon—must be far more powerful than I am. Otherwise, forget a chicken leg, even a Divine Weapon would have been lted by my Fla Lion.'
"Might I ask which senior is hiding in the shadows? This humble one is Hong Tiande of the Hong Family. I ask that senior make an appearance!" Hong Tiande cupped his fists toward his surroundings and called out in a loud voice.
"..."
The surroundings were silent. There was no sound.
Hong Tiande frowned and spoke again, "Senior, I apologize profusely if we have disturbed you. However, this Hong Yu is a treacherous and vicious person. His cri of disrupting the inter-clan tournant is monstrous. I am rely cleaning house. As soon as I execute this scoundrel, I will take my n and leave, and we will not disturb you any further!"
Still, no one responded.
Hong Tiande breathed a sigh of relief. He then turned to Hong Yu, a savage grin spreading across his face. "You little bastard, let's see who's going to save you this ti!"
The mont he finished speaking, Hong Tiande once again gathered his Power of Primordial Spirit, preparing to strike Hong Yu down.
However...
Just as his Power of Primordial Spirit finished coalescing, a SWOOSH cut through the air again. This ti, Hong Tiande saw it clearly. Was that... a glob of chicken butt? The greasy, golden-brown chicken butt flew over and, with a SPLAT, smacked right into Hong Tiande's face.
On Hong Tiande's still-nacing face, a piece of chicken butt the size of a baby's fist was now stuck to his left cheek. Golden droplets of grease slid down his sinister features, creating a ridiculously comical sight.
Hong Tiande: "..."
Hong Tianduan: "..."
Hong Yu: "..."
Everyone: "..."
The muscles on Hong Tiande's face twitched violently. His white eyebrows jumped, and a murderous intent churned faintly in his eyes.
Just as Hong Tiande was about to speak, a faint voice suddenly ca from behind them.
The voice had appeared without a sound, so close that no one had noticed its approach. Such a masterful technique made the powerhouses who dominated Shishui City break out in a cold sweat. Hong Tiande heard the approaching voice grow clearer: "Tsk, tsk. To think you'd be so vicious to a prodigious junior of your own clan. The Hong Family has really gotten bold!"
"Ah?"
Hong Tiande shuddered and whipped his head around.
Behind him, a young man in robes whiter than snow stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring at him with a calm gaze.
'It's him?'
Hong Tiande's eyes narrowed.
The cold glint deep in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by an awkward and almost fawning smile. "S-So it was Lord Feng."
This young man was none other than Feng Xue Xin!
He was the expert the Cyan Nether Sword Sect had sent to host the inter-clan tournant. However, Feng Xue Xin loved pursuing gourt food and detested boring supervisory work, so he had appointed Hong Tiande as the Law Enforcer and washed his hands of the matter. Feng Xue Xin had indeed not shown up during the qualifying matches, but he had appeared in secret for the finals.
After all, the finals determined which new disciples the Cyan Nether Sword Sect would recruit, so he couldn't completely ignore it.
For the past three days, Feng Xue Xin had been wandering the Abyssal Mountain Range in search of delicious ingredients. And as it happened, the chicken leg and chicken butt he had just thrown were the leftovers from a Tier One Desolate Beast, a Celestial Phoenix Chicken.
Feng Xue Xin stared intently at Hong Tiande, shaking his head and sighing. "Hong Tiande, you've disappointed greatly!"
"Lord Feng, I..."
Hong Tiande tried to explain.
Feng Xue Xin waved his hand dismissively. The aura of a True Disciple of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect was imnse. As his calm gaze swept around, the group of powerhouses who reigned supre in Shishui City were as quiet as cicadas in winter, terrified of disturbing or offending this important figure.
Feng Xue Xin nodded in satisfaction and said indifferently, "The principle of my Cyan Nether Sword Sect is to accept only geniuses, not diocrity. The fact that Hong Yu was able to slay a group of prodigies is proof enough of his power and talent. As for those so-called prodigies who died, if they couldn't even complete the final matches, what use were they? It was better to just kill them off."
"Yes, yes, yes, Lord Feng is absolutely right!"
"Their skills were lacking. They deserved to die."
"We shouldn't have tried to get revenge on Hong Yu."
The powerhouses who had just been aggressively demanding Hong Yu's death all chid in with agreent, as if they weren't the ones who had wanted to kill him monts ago.
Hong Tiande's expression flickered, his face turning shades of green and white in a bizarre display.
'I really wish I could slice Hong Yu into a thousand pieces!'
But he also understood that with Feng Xue Xin present, he had temporarily lost his chance to act against Hong Yu. While feeling regretful, Hong Tiande put on a terrified and subservient expression. "Lord Feng, I also made a wrong decision in a mont of rashness. I beg you to forgive this lowly one's transgression!"
"Hmph. No matter what you plan to do, the first thing you must consider are the Sword Sect's rules. You must not break them, understand?" Feng Xue Xin said sternly.
Hong Tiande bowed and scraped, repeatedly agreeing. "Lord Feng's lesson is right!"
"What Lord Feng says is absolutely right!"
"We will strictly abide by the Sword Sect's laws!"
The dozens of powerhouses all spoke up, expressing their resolve.
Only then did Feng Xue Xin's expression soften slightly.
Hong Tiande glanced at Feng Xue Xin out of the corner of his eye. Seeing his expression soften, a new idea ford in his mind. He walked over to Feng Xue Xin's side with a deferential, downcast gaze and said in a low voice, "Lord Feng, my family's four young masters are also disciples of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect. In particular, the eldest young master, Hong Renjie, is ranked among the Ten Great True Disciples. I ask that Lord Feng give so face and allow to eliminate this Hong Yu."
"Hong Renjie?"
Feng Xue Xin repeated the familiar na with an amused tone.
The disciples of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect were divided into the Inner and Outer Sects. True Disciples were a high-tier status within the Inner Sect, second only to the Chief Disciple. For Hong Renjie to be ranked among the Ten Great True Disciples ant that he stood at the very peak of the sect's disciple hierarchy. How could Feng Xue Xin not know his na?
Feng Xue Xin's expression didn't change much, making it impossible to read his face. He said flatly, "I want to know, why are you so dead set on killing him?"
"It's because..."
Hong Tiande's cold eyes locked onto Hong Yu, his voice filled with venom and hatred. "He killed my grandson, Hong Luàn. And now, I fear that even Hong Hu has died by his hand. This little beast will stop at nothing to get ahead, slaughtering his own clansn. He has utterly lost his conscience. If such a vicious and immoral person were to enter the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, there's no guarantee he wouldn't commit evil acts and slaughter his fellow disciples in the future. I hope Lord Feng will grant my request!"
After a pause, Hong Tiande added more fuel to the fire. "Lord Feng, the matter of executing this boy was instructed by the Eldest Young Master, Hong Renjie. I believe you should know what kind of person the Eldest Young Master is, right?"
Hong Tiande ended with a rhetorical question.
Hong Renjie had always been domineering and ostentatious. Back in Shishui City, he relied on his talent and strength to sweep aside and utterly annihilate any prodigy who didn't submit to his will. Even after joining the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, Hong Renjie continued to do as he pleased, showing no rcy to anyone who dared to defy him.
In Hong Tiande's view, only by bringing up the Eldest Young Master, Hong Renjie, could he make Feng Xue Xin understand the gravity of the situation and get him to sensibly help kill Hong Yu.
Hong Tiande stood with his hands hanging at his sides, his eyes flashing from ti to ti with triumphant and chilling glints. He believed that no disciple of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect would pass up such an easy opportunity to curry favor with Hong Renjie.
"Is that so!"
But Feng Xue Xin rely shot him a bland glance before turning to walk toward Hong Yu.
The two stood facing each other.
Looking at Feng Xue Xin before him, Hong Yu's heart was in turmoil.
He never would have imagined that the bizarre youth he had t in the Dead Soul Mountain Range—the one he had tead up with to snatch the Fiery Fla Vermilion Fruit—was actually a genius disciple of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect and the true person in charge of this inter-clan tournant.
"Hong Yu greets Lord Feng!" Hong Yu said, cupping his fists.
Feng Xue Xin waved his hand, an amused smile on his face as he sized up Hong Yu. Suddenly, he raised a hand and spread his five fingers wide. A powerful suction force burst from his palm, and with a WHOOSH, he pulled two long wooden staffs from the ground. He tossed one to Hong Yu. "Take my spear!"
The staff in Feng Xue Xin's hand transford into a cunning and bizarre venomous snake. As it moved illusorily, it created the image of dozens of staffs appearing at once.
Seeing Feng Xue Xin attack directly, Hong Tiande's eyes flashed, and a triumphant look appeared on his face. He laughed inwardly, 'Just as I thought! As long as I bring up Renjie's na, these Cyan Nether Sword Sect disciples will obediently fall in line. Hehe, this ti I don't even need to act myself to get Hong Yu killed. And since he'll be killed by a genius from the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, even if the Third Elder and the Grand Elder want to make an issue of it, they won't be able to implicate !'
On the other side, Third Elder Hong Tianduan's expression was extrely grim...
'Dammit, what on earth did Hong Tiande say to Lord Feng? Why did Lord Feng suddenly attack Hong Yu? And from the looks of it, he seems to want to kill him outright...' Hong Tianduan stared at Feng Xue Xin's figure, filled with shock and uncertainty.
'Even I wouldn't have the confidence to block that attack.'
'Let alone Hong Yu?'
'He's sure to die!'
That was what everyone was thinking...
"Hm? This is..."
Only Hong Yu looked at Feng Xue Xin with a surprised expression.
The move Feng Xue Xin was using now was the very sa miraculous Spear Technique that had killed the Dominating Demon Ape that day, the one that had allowed him to comprehend the Destruction Strike. Moreover, Hong Yu's keen Perception didn't detect any killing intent from Feng Xue Xin. Realization dawned on him, and he let out a wild cry, "Alright, you take my spear too!"
The two wooden staffs crashed into each other.
Feng Xue Xin's miraculous Spear Technique!
Hong Yu's self-comprehended Destruction Strike...
The two great attacks collided in mid-air. The wooden staffs twisted against each other, and the powerful force was too much for them to bear. With a series of CRACKS, they shattered, exploding into a cloud of flying splinters.
"Hahahaha..."
Feng Xue Xin suddenly laughed heartily, tossed aside the remains of his staff, and charged toward Hong Yu.
Seeing the imposing Feng Xue Xin charging at him, Hong Yu was montarily stunned, then charged forward as well.
To the onlookers, it clearly looked as if the two had destroyed their weapons and were about to engage in a life-or-death brawl.
Hong Tiande was inwardly reeling. 'Useless fool, he couldn't even kill that little bastard in one strike,' he cursed silently. 'But it doesn't matter. Lord Feng is likely a mighty expert at the Late-stage Earth Soul Realm. With his skills in hand-to-hand combat, Hong Yu is sure to die a horrible death, with not even a corpse left behind!'
Hong Tianduan closed his eyes, lanting, "Alas, Hong Yu has no chance of winning this exchange. Does this an my faction must continue to be suppressed by Lao Qi and the others?"
Onlookers: 'This kid is dead for sure!'
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Hong Yu and Feng Xue Xin finally clashed...
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