The moment
*Slap!* He never could have imagined that the instant those words left his mouth, Chu Feng's palm cracked across his face. The speed was so great he barely had time to react, and the force was so powerful it sent him spinning three full rotations on the spot.
"You—" The man was dazed—completely dazed. And it wasn't just the one who'd been slapped; all six scoundrel seniors stood frozen in place, thoroughly stunned by Chu Feng's actions.
What was going on here? A disciple who had only just entered Mount Green Wood dared to strike a senior disciple—and slap him right across the face in front of everyone? Was there no justice in this world?
"That slap was to repay
*Slap!* Another crisp, resonant sound rang out. The scoundrel senior spun three more times in the opposite direction before finally hitting the ground with a thud. He stared at Chu Feng with wide eyes, his cheek burning, utterly at a loss.
If the others had merely been shocked by Chu Feng's behavior, this man was genuinely stupefied—knocked senseless by those two resounding slaps.
"That slap was to repay
"You're courting death!" Finally, the slapped scoundrel came to his senses and surged to his feet, ready to attack Chu Feng. At the same time, the remaining five seniors flew into a rage. In particular, the one with second-rank Martial King cultivation—the so-called branch leader of the Anwen Branch—unleashed his overwhelming aura and sent it sweeping toward Chu Feng.
However, facing the combined fury of the five scoundrel seniors, Chu Feng's expression didn't change in the slightest. Instead, his sharp brows angled downward and he asked coldly, "You still want to fight? Is bullying junior disciples the only thing you're good at?"
"What? You—" Chu Feng's words seemed simple enough, but when they reached the ears of the six scoundrel seniors, they detonated like thunder. Not only did their heads spin, but their hearts trembled as well. All six involuntarily withdrew their auras and halted their advance.
*Bullying junior disciples is the only thing you're good at.* The words echoed over and over in their minds, making their faces flush and their hearts ache with a shame they couldn't put into words.
"Oh, come on—why'd you stop? So damn boring."
"Yeah, I was just getting into it! What gives,
"Pathetic, truly pathetic. Anwen Branch really is the most useless branch in all of Mount Green Wood. In my opinion, you should just disband already—you're only disgracing the rest of us."
But to everyone's surprise, just as the six scoundrel seniors stopped fighting, voices rose from the watching crowd.
Chu Feng looked and saw they were all from a single branch—five of them, roughly the same age as the scoundrel seniors, but considerably stronger in cultivation. At the very least, all five were second-rank Martial Kings.
Hearing those insulting words, the six scoundrel seniors' faces turned livid, but they didn't dare say a word. They didn't even dare turn their heads. They were clearly afraid.
"See? I told you—useless. A bunch of good-for-nothings from the Southern Forest of Green Wood. Back in the day, nobody wanted you in their branches, so you went and founded this joke of an 'Anwen Branch.' Twenty years later, and you've got what—six members?"
"A bunch of waste like you—even if you become elders, you'll only end up in the Outer Sect, teaching a bunch of talentless trash."
"As Core Disciples who can't even become elders in the Core Area, you might as well leave Mount Green Wood altogether. If I were you, I'd have gotten the hell out long ago instead of staying here and embarrassing yourselves."