Chen Yuanchuan had long found Cheng Sheng displeasing to the eye, strutting around the Dragon Flame Sect just because he was the son of Cheng Venerable, acting as though the Sect would inevitably fall into his hands someday.

Chen Yuanchuan had always worried that the Dragon Flame Sect lacked a proper successor, but it seemed he'd been worried over nothing! His elder brother had long since found the future Dragon King for the Sect!

Filled with doubt, Cheng Zhongyuan asked, "Little Hui, don't talk nonsense! It's true that there are Sects in the Ancient Martial World with the surname Qin, but they are all second- or third-rate. How could there be someone capable of defeating your elder brother?

"Could it be Zhou Feng? Did he use a Divine Artifact?"

Divine Artifact? Upon hearing this term, whoosh, everyone looked at Zhou Feng with fiery gazes!

Just the word 'Divine Artifact' was enough to demonstrate its immense allure!

Zhou Yanming snorted coldly, "Venerable Cheng, are you saying you can't accept defeat? Everyone knows that our Zhou Clan never uses weapons when we fight! Our Six Meridian Divine Sword is the sharpest weapon we wield!"

Hearing Zhou Yanming's words, the burning intensity in everyone's eyes quickly faded.

Yes indeed, the Zhou Clan never used weapons against their enemies.

Cheng Zhongyuan narrowed his eyes. Could it be he'd misjudged the situation?

"The one who hurt my elder brother was not Zhou Feng; he just came to take advantage of the situation. The one who injured my elder brother and also crippled my Dantian was Qin Yu!

Grandfather, you must seek justice for my elder brother and me!"

Hmm? Crippled his Dantian?

Cheng Zhongyuan placed his hand on Cheng Hui's pulse, his expression turning exceptionally grave. Although Cheng Hui's talent wasn't as outstanding as Cheng Sheng's, he was still a Qilin son of the Cheng Family!

He had a promising chance to break through to the Heavenly Human Realm within two years!

"Has Qin Yu left?" Since the culprit wasn't Zhou Feng, Cheng Zhongyuan had no choice but to suppress the fury in his heart and turned to look at his grandson.

"No, Qin Yu hasn't left," Cheng Hui said, shaking his head decisively.

Upon hearing Cheng Hui's words, all the powerful figures exchanged glances.

Qin Yu hadn't left?

Such audacity in this young man!

For a moment, all the formidable figures in the hall scanned the younger generation, wondering which one was this brazen individual.

"Where is Qin Yu?" Cheng Zhongyuan smiled. Interesting! Was this boy unafraid of death?

Cheng Hui raised a hand and pointed to an area in the side hall prepared for Zhou Feng.

Whoosh, the gaze of all the Sect Masters followed the direction of Cheng Hui's pointing finger. Those standing in front blocked the view quickly cleared a path.

And then... they saw Qin Yu voraciously gnawing on a pigeon.

Seeing this scene utterly shattered the Sect Masters' worldview. What the hell! Was this for real? This kid's nerves were too much!

He'd injured Cheng Sheng and crippled Cheng Hui, and here he was, still in the mood to eat?

Cheng Zhongyuan was also stunned. In his mind, whoever could injure his grandson must be an extraordinary Qilin son, but how could it be such an insignificant contender?

This didn't make sense!

Zhou Yanming's mouth twitched uncontrollably. My goodness, his odd younger brother was simply too bizarre!

Wen Bichen shook his head repeatedly. Truly the pupil of that old man—his eating habits were exactly the same!

Only Chen Yuanchuan's eyes shone brightly; he thought he saw his elder brother!

Like his brother, he also loved to eat pigeon and roasted chicken with his hands!

Chen Yuanchuan let out a joyous laugh, "Hahaha! Good! Good lad! No wonder you could defeat Cheng Sheng!"

The arrival of all the Sect Masters did not affect Qin Yu's appetite. He ate with great gusto!

After all, he'd already caused trouble; the barefoot are not afraid of those with shoes!

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