Chapter 109: Departure for the United States

Zhao Feng chuckled softly. “What’s there to be afraid of? It’s just speaking face to face.”

Li Ping snorted coldly. “Keep being stubborn if you want.”

“Heh! Call over that disciple from Huilong Gate. Let me teach him a lesson!” Zhao Feng’s words had barely fallen when a voice rang out.

“Who do you want to teach a lesson to?”

Everyone turned their heads to look.

There stood an old man with long hair and a long beard behind Zhao Feng. This elder was a disciple of Huilong Gate.

In truth, Huilong Gate was a reclusive clan, one among many such hidden families. They had a long heritage and avoided mingling in the world. Yet, they still needed to live, so they supported some ordinary families—not martial clans, but secular commercial ones—to manage their estates and finances.

Zhao Feng looked at the elder. “You’re the successor of Huilong Gate?”

The old man nodded. “That’s right, I am the heir of Huilong Gate.”

Zhao Feng sneered. “Was it you who came up with the idea of marrying into the Li Dan family?”

The elder looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

“Hmph,” Zhao Feng snorted, “I guess you’re trying to use this method to alter He Yun’s destiny.”

The elder’s surprise deepened. “Who are you? How do you know all this?”

Zhao Feng coldly snorted, “You only know a bit of divination—what’s so great about that?”

The elder’s face darkened instantly. “Who exactly are you?”

Zhao Feng laughed scornfully. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m taking charge of this matter!”

Boom!

Infuriated and humiliated, the elder exploded with true energy, releasing a surge of blue qi that billowed his clothes, giving him an ethereal, almost immortal aura.

Zhao Feng sneered, “Just a fifth-stage martial artist—what’s there to be arrogant about?”

“Take this!” The elder sprang up, fist clenched, striking toward Zhao Feng.

“Hmph!” Zhao Feng didn’t dodge, matching the punch with one of his own.

Bang!

Their fists collided.

“Ah!” The elder cried out in pain, sent flying backward, clutching his right arm.

“How’s that? Want to try again?” Zhao Feng flicked his sleeve, eyes coldly fixed on the elder.

The elder stopped screaming, glaring angrily. “Do you even know who I am?”

Zhao Feng sneered, “I don’t care who you are.”

“I’m the heir of Huilong Gate—you’re going to regret this!”

“Let me be honest with you. It’s not He Yun who desires Li Dan—it’s our young master of Huilong Gate.”

Zhao Feng’s expression darkened. “You’re looking for death.”

With a roar, golden true energy erupted around Zhao Feng, humming like a Super Saiyan. He stepped forward and stomped hard on the elder’s knee.

Crack!

The elder howled in agony.

Enraged, Zhao Feng raised his leg again.

“Stop! Stop!” the elder pleaded hastily.

Zhao Feng snorted, retracting his energy. “Now, will you still force Li Dan?”

The elder hurriedly shook his head. “No, no more forcing!”

“Good.” Zhao Feng withdrew his foot and turned to leave.

Suddenly, the elder’s eyes flashed fiercely.

Boom!

He suddenly lunged, striking at Zhao Feng’s back.

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