"Chu Feng, I'm going to kill you."
Depressed beyond measure, Chu Xun's pent‑up rage exploded the moment he saw Chu Feng, like gunpowder meeting fire. He released the aura of his Spirit Martial Fifth Level cultivation, not caring about the gazes of others, and charged at Chu Feng with his fist drawn back, as if he wanted to kill him with a single blow.
"Who dares touch my brother?"
But before Chu Xun could get close, a furious shout suddenly reached his ears, and at the same time a powerful wind blasted against him, forcing him back several steps and nearly knocking him over.
"Chu Guyu!"
Looking over, Chu Xun was greatly alarmed. Standing next to Chu Feng was a handsome young man—none other than Chu Feng's older brother, Chu Guyu.
In that instant, the anger that had flared up in Chu Xun was immediately doused. He knew all too well that Chu Guyu was the acknowledged number one among the younger generation of the Chu Family, someone not to be trifled with.
"Listen to me, Chu Xun," Chu Guyu warned, pointing at him. "If you dare lay a hand on my brother again, I'll cripple you."
This scene warmed Chu Feng's heart. It had always been like this when they were children—whenever someone bullied him, his older brother Chu Guyu would be the first to step up and protect him. Now, it seemed his brother had become even more reliable.
"Oh, quite an imposing manner. After a few years, you brothers have become quite arrogant, haven't you?"
Suddenly, a biting voice rang out. Turning around, they saw several younger members of the Chu Family approaching, led by a pale‑faced young man with a sinister appearance.
Seeing this person, both Chu Feng's and Chu Guyu's expressions changed, and waves of emotion stirred within them.
Even though it had been years, Chu Feng immediately recognized him. This was the person who had knocked them both to the ground and subjected them to a heavy humiliation back then—Chu Hongfei.
"Chu Hongfei, you've finally returned. It's time we settled the score from back then," Chu Guyu said coldly, a flicker of anger in his eyes.
"Oh, after a few years in the Lingyun Sect, you've developed quite a temper, haven't you? Don't think you're really the number one junior of the Chu Family. Have you ever beaten me?" Chu Hongfei said contemptuously, looking at Chu Guyu.
"Whether I'm the number one or not, you'll find out soon enough." Chu Guyu's voice grew colder, to the point that people could feel the chill emanating from him. He was barely holding back his rage.
"Not bad, you've got spirit. So what about you, Chu Feng?" Chu Hongfei turned to Chu Feng. "I hear you've spent five years in the Outer Sect of the Azure Dragon Sect, that second‑rate sect?"
"Just how stupid are you to stay at such a lousy place for five years? Even if you're not of the Chu Family blood, you at least carry the Chu name. Aren't you ashamed of disgracing our family?"
"I'm telling you, you two brothers better not run into me during the clan competition, or else I'll beat you until you can't get up, just like seven years ago."
"Also, I'll have you know that the position of Chu Family head will definitely be my father Chu Nanshan's, because he has an outstanding son like me, Chu Hongfei."
After saying these words, Chu Hongfei led a group of Chu Family juniors toward the registration for the clan competition.
Chu Guyu was about to step forward and say something, but felt someone tug at his sleeve. Turning around, it was Chu Feng.
"Brother, there's no need to waste words on someone like him. The most direct way is to knock him down during the competition," Chu Feng said calmly.
Chu Guyu was taken aback, feeling a strange sensation. He felt that his brother had somehow changed. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was as though Chu Feng had completely transformed into someone unfathomable.
After Chu Yuanba gave some perfunctory remarks, the younger generation of the Chu Family finally stepped into the Martial Arts Arena, marking the beginning of the first great event of the clan gathering.
Holding his lottery number, Chu Feng walked up to Combat Platform No. 5. The moment he stepped onto the platform, jeering voices rang out.