Master and Disciple's Grudge

War God Dojo.

Xiang Jingpeng replayed the video of Chen Feng being hunted down over and over again.

He was certain that the first five masked men who surrounded Chen Feng were the top fighters from his own dojo.

He never expected those five shareholders to die like this.

With a hundred elite fighters chasing him, he didn’t believe Chen Feng could escape alive.

Even if he somehow managed to flee the Kunlun Mountains,

just for using the "Star Absorption Technique," the lightest punishment he’d face would be having his dantian destroyed, reducing him to an ordinary person.

At worst, he’d be sentenced to death.

Thinking of this, Xiang Jingpeng couldn’t help but smirk.

"Chen Feng, so this is your fate!"

"I wonder if those two disciples of his got dragged into this mess."

"If I can recruit Liu Weiwei, the War God Dojo will rise to prominence again."

Meanwhile,

Xiao Ruohan was also watching the news about Chen Feng.

She had replayed it multiple times.

Especially the part where Liu Weiwei and Jin Youxi were taken away by the Martial Arts Association.

Unconsciously, a smile crept onto Xiao Ruohan’s face.

A sense of schadenfreude filled her heart.

Her mother, Xu Lan, kept chattering beside her.

"I always knew that Chen Feng would get his comeuppance sooner or later."

"Look at how many people want him dead."

"And those two little tramps he took in as disciples? They got hauled away by the Martial Arts Association too."

"Thank goodness you left his tutelage back then. Otherwise, you’d have been arrested as well."

As soon as Xu Lan finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.

"We’re from the Martial Arts Association."

"Please open the door and cooperate with our investigation."

Xu Lan froze.

Xiao Ruohan never expected her mother to be such a jinx.

The moment she finished speaking, the Martial Arts Association showed up.

Fortunately, she wasn’t taken away.

A female officer merely checked her qi and blood levels,

asked a few questions about Chen Feng, and then left.

Not long after, Xu Lan, ever the opportunist, contacted a journalist.

After settling on a price, she dragged her daughter to an interview.

At first, Xiao Ruohan was reluctant about her mother’s scheming.

But the thought of appearing on TV, being seen by countless viewers, and even reshaping her public image made her less resistant.

As a media outlet hungry for trending topics, the program wasted no time.

A host introduced Xiao Ruohan to the audience.

"This is Chen Feng’s first disciple."

"Though, about five months ago, she severed ties with him."

"Now, we’ll hear from her to uncover the truth behind Chen Feng—once hailed as a prodigy—and what kind of person he really is."

"First, let’s hear from Xiao Ruohan’s mother, Ms. Xu Lan, about her thoughts on the matter."

Xu Lan took the microphone.

The thought of her relatives, friends, and neighbors watching her on TV filled her with excitement.

She cleared her throat and immediately launched into a tirade against Chen Feng.

"That pretty-faced Chen Feng was never any good."

"With looks like his, he must’ve seduced plenty of people."

"If I hadn’t made my daughter leave, she’d have been ruined by him too."

"He even embezzled my daughter’s prize money from the city championship—still hasn’t paid it back."

"Serves him right that so many want him dead. They should’ve killed him sooner—"

Xu Lan’s rant showed no signs of stopping.

Eventually, the host had to cut to a commercial break and forcibly retrieve the microphone.

After the ads, they turned to Xiao Ruohan for her perspective.

"Chen Feng is a hypocrite, full of lies."

"I was deceived by him too."

"Who would’ve thought he’d stoop so low as to join the Devouring Heaven Club?"

"He’s such a disappointment."

"Having once been his disciple is a stain I can never erase."

As the interview aired,

netizens flooded the comments with reactions.

"I’ve followed this master-disciple feud—it keeps twisting every time."

"Can’t believe they’re still at each other’s throats after all this time."

"Who would’ve thought the so-called ‘genius’ Chen Feng was this rotten?"

"He practiced the Star Absorption Technique? There’s no coming back from that."

Amid the heated discussions, a few lone comments drifted across the screen.

"They’re lying!"

"My master isn’t like that at all."

Meanwhile,

Jin Youxi locked herself in her room,

tears streaming down her face as she typed out messages on her phone.

Liu Weiwei sat blankly on the living room sofa,

lost in memories of her time with Chen Feng.

She hadn’t eaten all day, yet she felt no hunger.

In the capital,

Wei Corporation.

Wei Guangming sat in his office, his expression grim.

His elder brother, Wei Guangzheng, spoke in a chillingly soft voice,

"The Martial Arts Association has sent people to investigate."

"Since Wei Xu’s actions were your doing, you’ll handle this yourself."

"During the Kunlun opening, hunting down one of our own is absolutely forbidden."

Though resentful, Wei Guangming dared not argue.

He grabbed his sword and hidden weapons, heading for the rooftop helipad.

He would personally enter Kunlun—

ensuring neither Wei Xu nor his hundred men ever returned.

Deep in the Kunlun Mountains,

Chen Feng remained unaware

that the outside world had already sentenced him to death.

At this moment, he caught up to another invader.

Activating the Heaven-Man Unity version of the North Star Divine Art,

he triggered the man’s terrified screams.

"Oh my god! He’s draining my qi and blood!"

"He’s a demon! A vampire! Aaaah!"

"Someone save me!"

The louder he screamed, the faster his comrades fled,

terrified of being next.

Under the relentless suction of the North Star Divine Art,

the man soon collapsed.

"Oh no—!"

His final despairing cry was cut short as Chen Feng hurled him toward Wei Xu’s group.

Like the others before him,

the man was instantly torn apart by the pursuing fighters.

Chen Feng also noticed

that fewer and fewer people were chasing him.

Now, only about twenty remained,

all panting and exhausted.

"Seems their qi and blood are nearly depleted."

Glancing at the fleeing Western invaders ahead,

he decided to spare them for now.

If he kept chasing and lost his pursuers,

these invaders might turn and attack him.

Having made up his mind, Chen Feng suddenly halted.

Channeling the Heavenly Cripple Kick, his speed surged.

Like an arrow, he reversed direction—

charging straight at Wei Xu’s group.

At the same time,

a colossal human-shaped phantom appeared above Chen Feng,

bearing his exact likeness, accompanied by celestial chants.

The phantom thrust its palms forward—

eighteen golden dragons materialized, roaring as they tore through the air toward Wei Xu and his men.