Chapter 1777: Chapter 1777: One Move Wipes Out a Crowd
Chen Ziming exuded the superiority of an aristocratic young master. Even though Li Feng had become a disciple of Nine Layers Mountain, the opponent didn’t even count as a humble household in his eyes. From the root, Chen Ziming never took Li Feng seriously.
Even if this person had once caused him to lose face.
Li Feng sneered, looking at Chen Ziming opposite him: "Pfft, just you?"
"And these useless guys by your side?"
Li Feng’s eyes showed a look of disdain.
This undoubtedly angered Chen Ziming, and even the disciples of the Dragon Tiger Sect surrounding Li Feng felt displeased.
"Who are you calling useless? You’re just a guy with dumb luck. Last time, you got away; this time, let’s see where you can run to."
"Young Master Chen, leave this guy to us."
A Dragon Tiger Sect Incense Master stepped out of the crowd, with a big mole on his face, and a tuft of hair on the mole, giving him a somewhat sleazy appearance.
Chen Ziming chuckled lightly: "Spare his life, I don’t want him to die too easily."
"Hehe, as you command, Young Master Chen."
The person with the tuft of hair spoke and then looked at Li Feng: "Did you all hear Young Master Chen’s order? Spare his life, but feel free with the rest."
"Yes, Incense Master."
The Dragon Tiger Sect isn’t a traditional sect but more like a territorial overlord. Han Sanqian had also divided areas among the sect’s entrants based on strength, with Hall Masters under him, and Incense Masters under the Hall Masters.
This Incense Master is a small overlord in his area.
With his order, at least a third of the hundred people surrounding Li Feng and Ran Yue charged out.
These people looked fierce and ruthless, like a pack of eastern wolves, ignoring rules and ethics and rushed forward violently.
The person with the tuft of hair smirked as he watched the two, Li Feng and Ran Yue, being surrounded but did not attack himself. Instead, he looked fawningly at Chen Ziming on the side.
"Young Master Chen, please wait a moment. This group of people under me helped the Sect Master sweep through Beicheng. Many of them have survived at least ten matches in the West City Arena."
"Don’t underestimate them as just Foundation Establishment; they have killed even Golden Core Early Stage opponents."
"Perhaps we don’t match in cultivation talent, but in terms of killing, we are professionals." The person with the tuft of hair had his confidence to become a Dragon Tiger Sect Incense Master.
Just like he said, at the Ninth Ring, being ruthless comes first. If you’re not ruthless and get scared facing a Golden Core, you’d have been a dog by now.
Chen Ziming watched the mob rushing towards Li Feng. Though he despised these brutes, he had to admit their ferocity was something that many cultivators like him lacked.
If one truly underestimated these ants, they might lose unexpectedly.
Beside Li Feng, Ran Yue was tense. These Dragon Tiger Sect lackeys were not just ordinarily cruel. Having lived in the Ninth Ring for over two years, Ran Yue knew their ruthlessness well.
Ran Yue took a deep breath, intending to use the family secret treasure he found in the ruins of the Beast Taming Sect.
Li Feng looked at the Dragon Tiger Sect lackeys coming from both front and back, raised his hand, and an instantly thrown surgical knife shot out, powered by Thunder Power and Domineering Purple Flame, leaving a purple, ghostly shadow in the air. Under Li Feng’s entry-level Sword Control Technique, it darted into the crowd.
The Thunder Power gave the surgical knife incredible speed, as fast as a bullet out of a gun, reaching near-instantaneously at close range.
The Domineering Purple Flame, wrapping the blade, planted seeds of destruction within the bodies of the opponents, despite Li Feng’s Sword Control Technique being the novice version taught by Lin Luoyin. Yet, wielding the surgical knife sufficed.
Compared to the Hundred Sword Manual mastered by Tongfu’s shopkeeper, Li Feng at best had the basics. But even that was sufficient to crush these Dragon Tiger Sect lackeys who were only at Foundation Establishment stage.
In the blink of an eye.
The fiercely approaching Dragon Tiger Sect lackeys suddenly felt their bodies caught between ice and fire. Initially unimpressed, they continued advancing.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Without taking a fourth step, the place that started to chill ignited with the fire seeds of the Domineering Purple Flame, setting ablaze the True Yuan running through their meridians and blood vessels.
Especially since Li Feng’s Domineering Purple Flame was now fused with the Vermilion Bird Bloodline, the terrifying Vermilion Bird Fire could burn to ashes and melt bone fragments like a maggot in the bones.
These Dragon Tiger Sect lackeys didn’t reach within two zhangs of Li Feng before they self-immolated and turned to dust.
Everything happened too fast. In the blink of an eye, over thirty people vanished without a trace. A wind through the bamboo forest left no remnants.
As if these people never existed.
The scene of the ambush fell into a moment of eerie silence, only disturbed by the rustling of the wind through the bamboo.
Gulp.
Someone swallowed hard.
"What happened?"
The Dragon Tiger Sect lackeys rubbed their eyes, hardly believing what they had just seen.
The person with the tuft of hair, who had been flattering and claiming credit by Chen Ziming’s side, noticed the strange situation, turned to look, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Where are the people?"
Li Feng sat atop his celestial horse, glanced disdainfully at Chen Ziming blocking the road in the distance, and sneered: "I anticipated an ambush but didn’t expect it to be you, fool."
"Did you really think that having over a hundred people block me would let you retrieve this King Sword? Who gave you this confidence?"
As Li Feng spoke, the surgical knife bizarrely swept across the lackeys of the Dragon Tiger Sect on both sides of the bamboo forest and the road.
Chen Ziming came to seize the sword and exact revenge but did not inform his family, as he was already a laughingstock among the Chen Family.
His outing this time was of his own accord, and the people he brought were just lackeys from the Dragon Tiger Sect; Han Sanqian hadn’t personally acted but merely sent Chen Jia, one of his ten dragons.
The ten dragons and ten tigers of the Dragon Tiger Sect were significant figures in the Ninth Ring, but in Ancestor Dragon City, they were nothing. Especially since Chen Jia was only at Golden Core Early Stage.
Han Sanqian wasn’t intentionally setting Chen Ziming up, but he didn’t consider Li Feng significant. Recently plotting something grand, someone like Li Feng wouldn’t catch his attention.
This relates to the strict societal class system in Ancestor Dragon City. Each ring of people is relatively independent and requires a certain status to move upward. The Ninth Ring holds the lowest position, and even in the Seventh Ring’s humble family-centered district, those from the Ninth Ring can’t come and go freely.
Furthermore, Ancestor Dragon City is an ultra-huge city, housing a population of tens of millions, yet doesn’t have the modernized message transmission speed of the outside world. Even Fengyun Tower, known for its information network, wouldn’t claim to control everything in this city.
This discrepancy in information led to Han Sanqian’s impression of Li Feng being as it was a month ago, even though he factored in Li Feng’s growth quite highly, considering his evident talent for entering Nine Layers Mountain. But what significant growth could occur in a little over a month?
However, Chen Jia, having been a Golden Core for years albeit still in the early stage, had achieved a certain level. Besides, he brought over a hundred elite Dragon Tiger Sect lackeys this time.
