"No, Lord Qing Hu, please listen to my explanation! That kid, he's just too…" Kang Zhouxue, the Dominating Black Arm Saber, was covered in blood. His expression changed drastically as he tried to explain.

But the only response was Qing Hu's cold rebuke. "Shut up!"

The next moment, Qing Hu's cold eyes, like those of a wild bear hunting in the mountains, ruthlessly scanned the Minor Chi Snake Sword Formation still entangling Zhou Ye. His gaze then swept indifferently over to Chen Fei, a chilling killing intent surfacing on his rough visage. He spoke slowly, "Kid, do you think you can fight me while your attention is divided?"

Hearing this, the crowd began to stir.

"Lord Qing Hu, kill him! Show him how formidable our Tiger Leopard Hall is."

"That's right, Lord Qing Hu! Slay him!"

…

Instantly, the members of the Tiger Leopard Hall grew ecstatic, starting to clamor and boast. In their eyes, no matter how strong Chen Fei was, he could not possibly be a match for Lord Qing Hu, the recognized second strongest in their hall. To them, it was an absolute impossibility, not even a one-in-a-hundred chance. Therefore, Lord Qing Hu would surely be able to butcher that little bastard and show him the true ferocity and power of the Tiger Leopard Hall.

"Hmm?"

A sharp glint flashed through Chen Fei's dark, limpid eyes, as clear as glazed glass, upon hearing Qing Hu's words. He then shook his head slightly, as if with a touch of resignation. "Alright, I admit you're right…" As he spoke, he pinched his fingers together and formed a hand seal. In an instant, the Minor Chi Snake Sword Formation that had been trapping Zhou Ye collapsed.

A scorching wave of residual power immediately spread out, sending terrifying ripples through the air that made one's scalp tingle. The other stream of dark True Qi that had been within the Formation suddenly lost its target and seemed to spiral out of control. In the next moment, a visible shockwave raged with violent intensity.

BOOM!

Under the astonishing aftershock and the scouring of True Qi, an area with a radius of at least ten meters caved in, forming a large crater shrouded in acrid smoke. Lingering, scorching flames and remnants of dark True Qi filled the air.

"You little bastard, I'm going to tear you limb from limb!"

Just as the onlookers were growing numb and silent at the spectacle, a disheveled figure shot out from the dust. It was followed by a roar of supreme fury, carrying an insane murderous intent that swept through the air and into everyone's ears. Zhou Ye was a disheveled mess, his eyes bloodshot. In his hand, he shockingly held a short spear that shone with a piercingly cold light. The dense True Qi enveloping him felt tangible, releasing an oppressive, suffocating sensation, as if one were being targeted by a venomous snake.

Clearly, he had not expected Chen Fei to put him in such a spot. To be trapped in that bizarre Formation and humiliated under the watchful eyes of so many people—especially members of Tiger Leopard Hall—was an unbearable insult. How could he not be enraged? The mere thought of it made Zhou Ye practically explode with fury.

"Die!"

Overcome with rage, Zhou Ye could no longer suppress his killing intent. He lunged forward forcefully. His stooped body bent and then straightened, launching him out like a black thunderbolt. His Qimen Weapon, a short spear, swept out an intimidating cold light as its tip stabbed straight toward Chen Fei, who remained standing perfectly still.

CLANG!

However, just as Zhou Ye's lightning-fast figure shot forward and his dark spear thrust out, a scorching, searing power materialized and formed into a Yanf Sword that swept down, intercepting the attack midway. The one who had acted was none other than Chen Fei, a slight smirk playing on his lips as a chilling killing intent flickered in his eyes.

"Do you really think you can beat me?" he asked, his dark, glassy eyes fixed on Zhou Ye. His voice was bone-chilling.

An instant later, a fearsome aura and scorching flames began to flow from his body, thread by thread. The sheer intensity of the aura and the terrifying heat of the dense scarlet flames were enough to make one's scalp tingle at a mere glance. Even Qing Hu's expression changed slightly. He clearly hadn't anticipated that Chen Fei possessed such strength.

"You…" Zhou Ye's already grim and unsightly expression turned even fouler. As a dignified Innate Middle Stage Expert, to be so brazenly mocked by a brat in his twenties like Chen Fei was an immense humiliation. How could he possibly accept it?

"Good. Good. Very good. I…"

Seething with rage, Zhou Ye grit his teeth, a feral sound squeezing out from between them. But just as he was about to lose control and attack again, an utterly indifferent voice suddenly rang in his ear. "Enough. Have you not been humiliated enough? To be oppressed by a little brat like this… Zhou Ye, you might as well have wasted your cultivation on a dog."

The owner of this glacial voice was, of course, the fearsome second strongest expert of the Tiger Leopard Hall—Qing Hu. But his words were aimed squarely at Zhou Ye, a merciless verbal blow that gave him no face whatsoever, trampling his dignity into the dust.

"You… Qing Hu? You're here…" Zhou Ye's face flushed with anger as he whipped his head to the side. But when he saw who had spoken, his expression froze. A look of dread and ashen rage crossed his face. In the end, he clenched his jaw and chose to swallow the insult, coldly turning away as he ground his teeth in silent fury.

Even he, Zhou Ye, a great Innate Middle Stage Expert second to only one man, did not dare act recklessly in front of that 'killing machine.' Even when humiliated, he could only endure it. If that man got angry, he could very well kill him.

"If I hadn't come, you incompetents would have thrown away all the face of our Tiger Leopard Hall. Hmph!"

Qing Hu snorted again. A colossal aura faintly radiated from his body, stunning everyone and making them feel as if they were suffocating. His indifferent eyes locked onto Chen Fei, and then a sinister smile broke across his rough-hewn face. An ominous voice boomed in everyone's ears, "Hahaha, what a pity. I really wanted to fight you one-on-one, but it seems there's no chance for that now. Let's attack together and kill this little bastard."

As he spoke, he first glanced at Zhou Ye, who was at the Innate Early Stage, before sweeping his chilling gaze over to the heavily injured Dominating Black Arm Saber Kang Zhouxue and the other remaining Innate Early Stage expert. The meaning behind his gesture was clear. He had no intention of a so-called honorable duel. Using superior numbers to crush the weak was a much better option, wasn't it?

"Heh heh… The victor becomes king, the loser is condemned! Kid, let's see you act so mighty now that the four of us are joining forces!" Zhou Ye let out a sinister laugh. He was clearly no stickler for convention. Besides, this was war. If they didn't kill this damn little bastard today and word got out, what reputation would the Tiger Leopard Hall have left? They had been attacked on their own turf, and he had killed two of their Innate Early Stage experts. Their losses were heavy. This was a blood feud.

"Oh-ho, so you're planning to use your numbers to bully me? To gang up on me and kill me?" Chen Fei asked with a strange, amused smile as he surveyed the scene.

"Are you just putting on a brave face? Scared now? Weren't you so high and mighty a moment ago? Try it again! If you can take down all four of us, even kill us, then so what if you tear down our Tiger Leopard Hall?" Zhou Ye retorted sarcastically, his eyes fixed darkly on Chen Fei as he sneered.

"I admit I can't beat the four of you," Chen Fei said, before his eyes suddenly turned fierce and he burst into wild laughter. "But if it were just you alone… believe it or not, I could plant my foot on your damn head and grind you into the dirt so you couldn't even crawl away."

"Still talking tough when death is at your door!" Zhou Ye's eyelid twitched, and his face became exceedingly ugly, his eyes gleaming with cold light.

"That's enough."

At that moment, Qing Hu cut him off. His cold, aged eyes swept disdainfully over Chen Fei's face. "Mere bravado," he said flatly. "Today, this land will be his grave."

Hearing this, Chen Fei raised his head slightly and glanced at him, a faint, cold glint appearing in his own ferocious eyes.

"Oh, is that so?"

Chen Fei shrugged, the mocking smile on his face slowly fading into a chilly indifference. He casually glanced back at Qing Hu, his eyes narrowing. "You seem pretty sure that I'm the one who's going to die."

"What else?" A cold, disdainful smile crossed Qing Hu's rugged, old face as he stared at Chen Fei. "Did you really think you could take on the four of us at once? It's not that I'm looking down on you, but even I alone could easily twist your head from your shoulders and pierce your heart. Do you believe that?" His tone was thick with mockery, arrogance, and contempt, as if he believed Chen Fei was no match for him whatsoever.

"Twist my head off and pierce my heart?" Chen Fei said lightly, his eyes slightly downcast. "Sorry, but when it comes to *you*… I really don't believe it."

Qing Hu sneered. "You don't believe me? Fine. Then you can just die in despair. Besides, your pathetic attempt at goading me is useless. Trying to provoke me into fighting you one-on-one?" He clearly thought this was Chen Fei's ploy to avoid facing all four of them, a situation where the kid wouldn't stand a sliver of a chance.

But in the next moment, his face stiffened. His cold, aged eyes suddenly caught a flicker of faint, cold disdain on the brat's young face. It was as if Chen Fei was mocking him.

Could this kid really have another ace up his sleeve?

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