"So, an eye for an eye—you did that on purpose, then?" At Chu Feng’s words, the crowd from the Lingyun Sect grew even angrier, murderous intent radiating from each of them as if they wanted to tear Chu Feng to shreds.
"Hmph, wasn’t that exactly how Dugu Aoyun treated our Sect Master before? When this Hundred Sects Conference was taking place, why didn’t any of you step forward to say a word then?"
"So people from your Lingyun Sect are the only ones who count? Everyone else is just nothing? I injure one of yours, and you demand I pay a price? Where were all of you when your Lingyun Sect crippled my Sect Master’s arm?"
"As the foremost sect in Qingzhou, where is your sense of justice?" Chu Feng shot back, fearless in the face of danger.
"You…!" Confronted by Chu Feng’s barrage of questions, the expressions of everyone from the Lingyun Sect turned ashen, and indeed, they could find no words to refute him.
By the rules, as long as Chu Feng hadn’t killed Feng Hao, they shouldn’t have been mobbing him—it was Dugu Aoyun who had severed Li Changqing’s arm first.
"Clap, clap, clap…" Suddenly, the sound of loud applause rang out.
"Ha ha ha… Good, good, good." Following that, a strange burst of laughter echoed, coming from none other than the Lingyun Sect Master, Yan Yangtian.
Now standing atop the high platform, he exuded an air of majesty, looking down below while clapping his gaze fixed on Chu Feng, his eyes filled with an odd light.
"It seems the Azure Dragon Sect has produced a remarkable disciple. Chu Feng, for this Hundred Sects Conference, the title of Strongest Disciple is yours." After his laughter, Yan Yangtian declared in a loud voice.
"Huu…"
Once Yan Yangtian spoke, even though the Lingyun Sect members were unwilling, they immediately backed off, not daring to make another move against Chu Feng. As for the representatives of the various other sects watching, they were all utterly astonished.
Yan Yangtian’s inaction set off many thoughts. The first possibility was that he admired Chu Feng’s talent—after all, Chu Feng’s combat power was simply monstrous, a talent Qingzhou had likely never seen before. If such power continued to grow, he might one day surpass Dugu Aoyun and become a major figure.
But thinking more closely, Yan Yangtian was not known for his kindness or mercy. The reason the Lingyun Sect had risen to its current stature was because their methods had always been ruthless; anyone who offended the Lingyun Sect rarely met a good end.
And Chu Feng had crippled Feng Hao’s arms right in front of everyone, slapping the face of the Lingyun Sect and, by extension, Yan Yangtian himself. How could Yan Yangtian possibly let him off easily?
Therefore, the only plausible explanation for Yan Yangtian’s actions was Qi Fengyang. In all of Qingzhou, the only person who gave Yan Yangtian pause was the Qilin Prince’s Manor.
And who was Chu Feng’s sworn brother? Why, none other than Qi Fengyang—the second-in-command of the Qilin Prince’s Manor. No matter how strong Yan Yangtian was or how prestigious his position, he still had to give Qi Fengyang a certain degree of face.
In the past, people might have wondered why Qi Fengyang would become sworn brothers with a young man like Chu Feng. But now, having witnessed Chu Feng’s incredible combat power, almost everyone understood his intention.
In other words, behind Chu Feng stood not only Qi Fengyang but the entire Qilin Prince’s Manor. Under these circumstances, if Yan Yangtian wanted to deal with Chu Feng, he would naturally have to think carefully.
"Amazing. With such talent and the protection of the Qilin Prince’s Manor, what won’t this Chu Feng achieve in the future?"
"The Azure Dragon Sect is about to rise. With such a disciple, their ascent is only a matter of time."
"Indeed. To win the title of Strongest Disciple at such a young age, Chu Feng is the first in history—a genius without precedent!"