"Not slacking off in the mines, are we,
*Crack—*
A whip cracked through the air, and a powerful lash descended from above, striking straight toward Jiang Wushang's head.
The force behind the whip was so fierce that it tore through the air itself. If it connected, given Jiang Wushang's cultivation, the blow would certainly rip his flesh open and leave him a bloody mess.
The moment the whip came sweeping in,
At the thought, Chu Feng flew into a rage. He raised his hand and grabbed the whip, then flicked it violently. With a deafening boom, the person holding the whip was slammed hard into the mining mountain.
*Boom—*
The impact shook the entire mining mountain. The commotion drew countless eyes — many miners set down their picks and turned to look toward Chu Feng.
"Damn it, who the hell are you? How dare you hit me?!" The man was a third-grade Half-Emperor, stronger than Jiang Wushang, but he was no match for Chu Feng whatsoever. That single throw had dealt him a devastating blow.
Though he was still shouting, blood poured endlessly from his mouth.
"Remember this. My name is Chu Feng," Chu Feng said.
"Chu Feng? I've never heard of you. When did you get here?!" The man struggled to his feet through the pain, his voice filled with fury.
"Clueless fool. This is the Chu Feng who swept through the younger generation of the Four Great Emperor Clans in the Moon-Worshipping Cloud City and conquered the Evil God Sword. Remember that — he's my brother." Jiang Wushang pointed at Chu Feng and declared with unmistakable pride.
"What?! He's Chu Feng?!!!" The crowd was stunned, and the looks they directed at Chu Feng turned to a mixture of shock and fear.
They were confined here and forbidden from leaving, so they had never seen Chu Feng's wanted poster. But they knew his exploits — his name had long thundered through their ears. They knew he was a terrifyingly fierce member of the younger generation.
And now, seeing him in person, he truly lived up to the reputation. He had even dared to strike one of the whip-wielders here — something no one else dared to do.
"You — you just wait!" Upon learning Chu Feng's identity, the blustering third-grade Half-Emperor finally cowered. He stumbled away in a half-run, limping as he went.
"Chu Feng, this is bad — he's going to get backup. You need to leave, now!" Jiang Wushang urged anxiously.
"Backup? You mean
"Yes. They're all Song Yuheng's lackeys, following his orders to make my life miserable here," Jiang Wushang said.
"Perfect. I've been wanting to have a word with that Song Yuheng," Chu Feng said with a cold smile. Anyone who dared scheme against his brother would face his wrath, no matter who they were.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before a group came rushing over. They were all young, and their leader was even younger — a boy of fifteen or sixteen. But his cultivation was formidable, equal to Chu Feng's own: an eighth-grade Half-Emperor.
"That's Song Yuheng," Jiang Wushang said, pointing at the youth at the head of the group.
"Hmph. An old geezer dressing himself up as a teenager — truly disgusting." Chu Feng's face twisted with revulsion. Song Yuheng was well over a hundred years old; he couldn't even be called a member of the younger generation anymore. Even if he shouldn't have been a white-haired elder, he should at least appear as a middle-aged man. But here he was, wearing the visage of a youth, clearly through some kind of special disguise. Combined with what he had done to Jiang Wushang, the sight genuinely made Chu Feng sick.
"So you're Chu Feng?" Song Yuheng was sizing Chu Feng up as well, a trace of caution flickering in his gaze. He had never met Chu Feng, but he had heard of his exploits and knew this was a formidable figure among the current younger generation.