Thinking of himself as Wang Lin, having nothing to do with the traitor Tang Fei who stirred up the Empire, he felt a slight bit of relief.

Just a slight bit.

Because Wang Lin couldn't take responsibility for what was happening in front of him.

Tang Fei was to be sliced to death, Wang Lin to be shot for five minutes...

Both had to die.

The difference was only in the level of pain.

"Don't know?" Zhong Daoling obviously didn't expect the other to respond that way.

He had long made his name, a veritable mountain in the Cultivation World.

Did these young cultivators have no ambition to climb mountains? Did they never see him as a target to surpass?

"Don't know." Tang Fei said decisively.

Get angry, get furious, say "I'll give you three breaths," "If you take one move under my hand, I'll spare you"...

He had read many novels with the teacher.

In those, dignitaries who were slighted and insulted would become enraged and then issue demands beneficial to their opponent, only to be countered...

Tang Fei was waiting for this moment.

"Who I am doesn't matter." Zhong Daoling's response surprised Tang Fei, as he did not become angry nor feel insulted.

Still keeping a stoic composure, he coldly said, "Who you are is what matters."

"Once I have you, someone else will come to ask for your name and purpose."

"No need to capture me, I can tell you." Tang Fei declared without hesitation, "I don't change my name when walking, Wang Lin, assassin of Wuyou Palace."

He and Tuoba Guanyin were more or less comrades, when fleeing the old land, Tuoba Zhiyin led Wuyou Palace assassins into the dust and smoke.

This was what they excelled at.

Bringing them out to take the blame now is fair, right?

"Wuyou Palace? Wang Lin?" Zhong Daoling didn't ponder why Tang Fei revealed his name and background but was drawn into his rhythm by the info, "Who sent you?"

"That can't be said." Tang Fei persisted through gritted teeth, "It's an assassin's code of conduct."

With a thoughtful gaze at the assassin 'Wang Lin' before him, Zhong Daoling said solemnly, "Then stay here."

With a flick of his sleeve, a formidable force enveloped Tang Fei.

This time, Tang Fei couldn't move, and could hardly stand still.

His body began to sway, almost kneeling.

Sweat appeared on his forehead, drenching his body.

His clothes were soaked through.

His bones ached, as if on the verge of being crushed by such overwhelming power.

Tang Fei once swelled with pride when he advanced to the Grandmaster Realm.

He fantasized about facing a Great Grandmaster, pondering what movement technique or sword technique to use in battle...

Direct confrontation wasn't feasible; he had to find a clever way.

First, hide with deceptive steps, seek the opportunity, then strike a deadly blow.

Ideal is vast, reality is harsh.

When truly facing a Great Grandmaster, your movement techniques and sword techniques are meaningless.

Because you can't even move, can't stand firm.

There's no chance to draw the sword against them.

This was how it was with Xuanyuan Mingjing, and now with Zhong Daoling, it remains unchanged.

It has nothing to do with being a Lesser Grandmaster.

This brings despair.

Tang Fei hurt all over, as if his body was being sliced and hammered.

Knives cutting every inch of your flesh, hammers shattering every bone.

Tang Fei held on with grit.

His teeth were gritted so hard that they bled.

His legs trembled as if about to break.

Yet, he stood stubbornly.

He wouldn't kneel!

He must not kneel!

Kneeling signifies defeat.

Not only losing dignity but also life.

At that point, there's no chance to resist.

Not even the will to struggle.

Only a path to death.

"Hmm?" Zhong Daoling appeared puzzled.

The pressure he released was hard for even seasoned Lesser Grandmasters to withstand.

Yet this kid showed unexpected resilience and prowess...

No matter how tenacious the mind, without strength, it's like a castle in the air.

It won't stand.

Thinking of this, he flicked his sleeve again, and strong Gang Qi rushed toward Tang Fei again.

Boom!

Above Tang Fei, a gold-glimmering white palace appeared.

Bai Yujing.

In the skies, it matched the resplendent scene depicted by the poet Li Bai.

Tang Fei felt the weight of Mount Tai, forces from all heavens bearing down.

He was but a tender sapling, a three-month-old rabbit.

No ability to resist such calamity.

"Cough..."

Blood spewed from his mouth.

Not just bleeding from the mouth, but even his nose, eyes, ears, every hair follicle.

Instantly, he became a bloodied figure.

Grim, terrifying, like an Evil Ghost.

"Not kneeling yet?" Zhong Daoling demanded sternly.

His voice was thundering too.

The yell nearly broke all of Tang Fei's resilience and faith.

And his spirit of defiance.

Indeed, Tang Fei always seemed easy-going and carefree.

No principles, no limits, nothing he had to insist on, nothing not to compromise.

But this was only an appearance, a disguise of Tang Fei.

His inner self...

His inner self was much more profound and determined.

If life wasn't threatened...

Tang Fei's body hunched, his waist bent, every bone crackled.

His eyes were filled with blood, blurring his mind, unable to open.

He knew he almost couldn't hold on.

Clang!

At that moment, a distant bell rang beside his ears.

The sound was serene, ancient, full of powerful, righteous energy, as if from someplace mysterious.

This was a sound Tang Fei knew well.

It was from White Crane Mountain bells.

Each time before morning and evening classes, the teachers at White Crane Academy would toll the great bell on White Crane Mountain.

However, Tang Fei never knew the bell could ring so loud, travel so far...

It reached Fengming Palace, then resonated by his ears.

When the bell rang, Zhong Daoling's imposing Bai Yujing swayed, seemingly ready to vanish into the void.

The full and plump Yin Yang Qi around him rippled, a crack forming.

Tang Fei's spirit soared, that bell seemed to pour endless strength into him.

He felt his body capable of movement, his eyes regained clarity.

"Roar..."

He let out a long howl at the heavens.

The roar carried strong discontent and countless grievances.

When faced with strength, he grew stronger, slaying gods if they blocked him.

What of the Great Grandmaster?

I'll come fight you again next time.

He threw a silver disc from his pocket toward Zhong Daoling in the courtyard.

Boom!

A brilliant white light flashed, illuminating the dark night completely.

Turning night into day.

Heaven and earth split.

The whole Fengming Palace trembled.

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