Chen Feng paid no mind to the crowd filming him as he strode step by step toward the man sprawled on the ground—Wei Guangming.
At the same time, he deliberately raised his voice so everyone nearby could hear.
“You’ve been abusing your ties with the Wei family to oppress me time and again. Now it’s time you pay the price.”
Wei Guangming looked at Chen Feng with terror in his eyes.
“What do you want to do?”
“Do you want to tear the Wei family’s reputation apart?”
The Wei family!
The people around were stunned.
They hadn’t expected that the effeminate man was actually from the Wei family.
Chen Feng let out a cold laugh.
“Do you think I’ll let you off if we don’t tear things apart?”
With that, he swung a palm.
Wei Guangming spat out another mouthful of blood.
He stared at his abdomen, disbelief written all over his face.
“You actually destroyed my cultivation! I’m a core member of the Wei family.”
Chen Feng said coldly, “If this were Kunlun Mountain, you’d be dead by now.”
This trip to Kunlun Mountain had opened Chen Feng’s eyes to the brutal competition between people.
He had personally buried tens of thousands of invaders.
He was no longer the naive young man who hadn’t faced life or death.
In the past, he always left room to retreat, never wanting to go all out.
But after Kunlun, Chen Feng realized—
Never leave kindness for your enemies.
Endure humiliation once, and you’ll suffer forever.
Chen Feng now understood that no matter how much he backed down, the other side would never let him go.
So retreating was pointless.
Why not just cripple the opponent completely?
Without killing him, he could reduce Wei Guangming to a cripple, stripping him of power in the family.
Most importantly, Chen Feng was now a hero of Great Xia.
The hottest figure online right now.
As long as he didn’t kill someone in public, it shouldn’t be a big problem.
Afterwards, he could expose all of Wei Guangming’s misdeeds online.
That would at least give the Martial Arts Guild an explanation.
Having crippled Wei Guangming, Chen Feng then turned toward Xiao Ruohan.
Xiao Ruohan kept retreating in fear.
She never imagined that after clinging to Wei Guangming’s influence, he would be crippled right before her eyes.
“What do you want? This isn’t my business!” Xiao Ruohan panicked.
Chen Feng slapped her across the face.
Xiao Ruohan tried to resist, but their strength gap was too great.
She was powerless, her body flying like a kite with its string cut, crashing into Wei Guangming’s car.
The car window shattered instantly.
Xiao Ruohan spat out blood along with a few teeth.
“Teaching you the Dragon Subduing Palm was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.”
“If I’d known your vile character back then, I would have died rather than take a thankless snake like you as my disciple.”
Nearby, the Martial Arts Guild staff noticed the commotion.
Seeing that the Great Xia hero was fighting someone from the Wei family, they immediately realized this was beyond their authority.
They quickly informed Yang Honghui.
Yang Honghui didn’t even have time to take the elevator.
He kicked the glass to pieces and jumped out the window.
He just caught sight of Chen Feng slapping Wei Guangming and two bodyguards, injuring them badly.
Yang Honghui’s heart sank.
“This is bad news!”
As soon as he landed, he saw Chen Feng strike Wei Guangming again.
He hurried to the scene and saw Wei Guangming in a humiliating state, soiling himself.
His heart dropped.
“This is the end of the line!”
He turned to Chen Feng, speaking with a mix of frustration and disappointment:
“You young people are just too impulsive!”
“Look at the mess you've caused now!”
Chen Feng responded calmly but firmly, raising his voice:
“He sent people after me multiple times just to snatch my martial arts technique.”
“In the end, he even personally attacked me on Kunlun Mountain.”
“After leaving Kunlun Mountain, he went so far as to bully my disciple.”
“I bled for Great Xia on Kunlun Mountain, yet my disciple is being harassed by such a bully outside.”
“This is simply going too far. If I don’t step up, wouldn’t I be a coward?”
“A coward doesn’t deserve to be called a hero of Great Xia.”
The crowd gathered around them pulled out their phones, filming the scene.
Upon hearing Chen Feng’s words, murmurs and debates broke out everywhere.
“These big families have gone way too far. It’s truly disheartening.”
“When it comes to fighting external enemies, they’re nowhere to be seen, but when it’s dealing with their own people, they show up everywhere.”
“That’s the Wei family we’re talking about. I wonder if hero Chen Feng can really stand up to them.”
“I’m definitely going to post this video online so everyone can see how a Great Xia hero is being pushed to the brink by his own people.”
…
Yang Honghui sighed deeply.
He knew this matter was about to blow up.
He looked at Chen Feng and said:
“Come with me to the Martial Arts Association.”
Before Chen Feng could reply, the crowd around them grew restless.
“Why are you only arresting one person? What about the Wei family members? Shouldn’t they be arrested too?”
“Exactly! It takes two hands to clap. They all should be held accountable.”
“I heard the first wave of people sent to hunt Chen Feng on Kunlun Mountain were from the Wei family.”
“Brother Chen Feng, don’t be afraid, we support you!”
…
Yang Honghui felt a headache coming on.
“These people really like stirring up trouble.”
He turned to the staff who had come along and snapped:
“What are you all standing around for?”
“Take everyone back!”
Jin Youxi watched her master stand up for her, feeling deeply moved.
But when she saw that her master was about to be taken away,
She immediately grew worried.
“Master!”
Chen Feng turned around to reassure her:
“You all go home and wait for me. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
Still concerned, Jin Youxi said:
“I’ll take grandpa home first, then I’ll come to the Martial Arts Association to find you.”
Chen Feng nodded and followed Yang Honghui toward the Martial Arts Association.
His heart was completely calm.
He still had his greatest trump card.
That was his secret identity.
In this world, besides Zhang Bowen, he was the only other Kunlun descendant of mixed blood.
Moreover, his talent was absolutely unparalleled in Great Xia.
His value was definitely above Wei Guangming’s.
Once Yang Honghui arrived at the Martial Arts Association, he immediately reported the incident.
He then arranged for treatment for Wei Guangming.
Finally, he looked at Chen Feng with a hint of reproach:
“The president shamelessly asked the King family’s Martial Saint to join and help you get your people out of the Wei family.”
“But you, on the other hand, just went and crippled their most important heir.”
Curious, Chen Feng asked:
“Is Wei Guangming really that important in the Wei family?”
Yang Honghui explained:
“The Wei family’s martial arts techniques are unique and not everyone can cultivate them.”
“They only select those within the family with exceptional lineage to train.”
“In this generation, only two people were chosen.”
“Wei Guangming is one of them.”
Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat surprised.
He hadn’t expected Wei Guangming to be so rare within the family.
Only two people were chosen in a generation.
Though the capital was ruined, he refused to back down.
“Earlier, when I was attacked by the Swallowing Heaven Club in Saint City, it was Wei Guangming who orchestrated it.”
“The first time I entered Kunlun Mountain and was ambushed by over a hundred assailants, that was also arranged by Wei Guangming.”
“Later, Wei Guangming even personally went to Kunlun Mountain to capture me, trying to force out my martial arts secrets.”
“Now that I’ve crippled him, can this be considered belated self-defense?”
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