Chapter 2100 - 2098: You Want to Challenge Me?

Chapter 2100: Chapter 2098: You Want to Challenge Me?

Military camp gate.

The sword cultivator landed and retracted his flying sword, seeing the war general who came out to greet him, he quickly stepped forward and bowed: "Sword Control Pavilion sword cultivator Xu Tong greets Wine Daoist."

Burp.

The Wine Daoist burped, waved his hand: "In the military camp, call me General."

"Yes, General Wine."

Wine Daoist nodded, but his gaze moved past the sword cultivator to look at Li Feng and his party behind him, scrutinizing them from head to toe.

"Are you the Feng Yang from the Fire Phoenix Clan?"

"That’s me."

Li Feng looked at the person opposite, who resembled a Maitreya Buddha—big-bellied and accommodating, with a pale and bloated face, wearing a Daoist robe with open collar, holding a large wine gourd that was particularly conspicuous. Even from five or six meters away, Li Feng could smell the alcohol emanating from him.

Wine Daoist exhaled a breath of alcohol: "Not bad, very good. Follow me, the Guardian is waiting for you in the main tent."

With that, Wine Daoist squinted and smiled, suddenly turning away.

Li Feng looked at the Wine Daoist, a new face yet unaware of his background. After all, he had only been mingling in Ancestor Dragon City for a short time, having more enemies than relationships, with friends you could count on one hand.

Following behind Wine Daoist, the group entered the camp.

But after walking only a few steps, Li Feng noticed that a sharp sword qi seemed to sweep over from not far away; its presence was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, ready to strike at any moment.

Is this a show of force?

Li Feng’s lips curled up.

"Golden Core Late Stage’s perfected sword intent, the sword intent is indeed refined, but lacking in killing intent."

Zhuge Xuanji walked beside Li Feng, not dominating the scene, but more like a strategist.

Li Feng nodded slightly.

"Indeed, it’s somewhat lacking in intention. A sword without the intent to kill, why unsheath it?"

Li Feng completely disregarded the sword intent overhead. The opponent’s sword was obviously just for intimidation, not to mention intimidation. Even if the sword intent really cut down, Li Feng wouldn’t be afraid, let alone with it merely hanging overhead.

This kind of sword pressure, Li Feng didn’t care.

Obviously, this show of force wasn’t just one instance. Not three steps were taken before the shadow of a giant axe appeared above, vividly depicted, with a fierce beast clambering on the axe as if it could pounce at any moment.

This presence was even stronger than the sword intent by a margin.

Next, on the way to the main tent, every three steps Li Feng took, there was practically a shadow of a weapon looming over him, as if a feudal-era show of force, forming a gate with weapons, causing great psychological intimidation; if one were timid, it could easily suppress them with its aura.

However, Li Feng remained composed and walked straight through.

"Ha, this welcoming array is indeed grand, at least nine Golden Core Late Stage perfection realm experts lent their strength."

"It’s not just a welcome, but a display of martial power."

Without looking back, Li Feng said with a slight smile: "Indeed, it’s also to give me a show of force, telling me not to be overly arrogant."

Ouyang Tianshu didn’t expect to be so grudging, staging this Dragon Formation for him, wanting to tell him not to be too conceited and that Ancestor Dragon City wasn’t just for him?

"The Guardian’s welcoming ceremony is quite grand?" Wine Daoist suddenly turned back with a smile to look at Li Feng.

"Ha, not only grand but also a bit overwhelming, considering they sent out nine Golden Core Late Stage perfection experts to line up the path. Guardian Ouyang is truly considerate."

"As long as you like it, after all, Guardian Ouyang put some thought into this."

Wine Daoist continued to lead the way without further words. At this moment, a few youths suddenly rushed out from one side, among them a young man with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes, staring at Li Feng like a knife.

Li Feng looked at the youth being held back but staring at him, then smilingly looked at the paused Wine Daoist: "Is this also part of Guardian Ouyang’s welcoming ceremony?"

Wine Daoist frowned at the attempt to rush into view, wondering why this Yang Family’s lad ran over.

Without waiting for Wine Daoist to speak, Yang Dian, who was being held by Tang Lin, already shouted at Li Feng: "Feng Yang, do you remember me?"

Li Feng glanced at Yang Dian, with some impression, but seeing his act of deep resentment, he slightly smiled and said: "Defeated foe, what’s your business with me?"

Upon hearing the words "defeated foe," Yang Dian instantly erupted with anger, unable to suppress his rage any longer, breaking free from Tang Lin’s hold and rushing at Li Feng.

"Camp Master Yang."

Wine Daoist suddenly reprimanded harshly.

Yang Dian looked at the stern eyes of Wine Daoist and suppressed his anger: "I just have two things to say, I’ll leave after."

With that, Yang Dian looked at Li Feng: "I know I’m not your opponent today, but don’t get too arrogant. I, Yang Dian, will eventually trample you underfoot and avenge past grievances."

"Remember, I am Yang Dian."

"Shaking Mountain Camp Master, Yang Dian."

Looking at the threatening words from Yang Dian, Li Feng sneered, knowing that this laughter incited Yang Dian’s glare, thinking Li Feng was mocking him.

"Is it funny?"

Li Feng nodded: "You can’t beat me now, and you certainly won’t be a match for me in the future. Thinking you can trample me underfoot, ha."

"The gap between us will only widen until you’re not even qualified to be a stepping stone."

"Does saying this hurt your self-esteem?"

"Ha, otherwise, I’ll give you a chance. This is my follower. If you can beat him, I’ll agree to give you a chance to regain honor in ten years."

"If you can’t even beat him, you should save your face and stop embarrassing yourself. Otherwise, even your Yang Family ancestors’ coffin lids won’t hold down."

Li Feng directly redirected the trouble, speaking of someone in attendance, Xu Tong, as his follower. It so happened this Xu Tong might even be Yang Dian’s senior.

Provoked by Li Feng’s words, Yang Dian inhaled deeply; standing up for himself mattered more. Could he refuse?

No.

"Fine."

"However, I won’t hold back. If your follower isn’t strong enough and ends up injured, don’t blame me."

Yang Dian warned, saying in advance.

Hearing Yang Dian fall into the trap, Li Feng couldn’t help but laugh twice: "Fight without worry. If you can injure or maim him, I’d indeed regard you more highly."

Having said that, Li Feng turned to Xu Tong, whose expression was now displeased: "This one’s on you. I hope you won’t pull your punches."

"After all, losing would be quite embarrassing."

Looking at Li Feng, Xu Tong rolled his eyes. This guy had clearly set up a pit, understanding early on that this place had descendants of the Yang family, which was why he agreed to come along.

Shaking Mountain Camp Master.

How could Xu Tong not know? Shaking Mountain Camp mainly comprised Yang family members, and the camp master was sure to be the family head’s successor. Back then, Xu Tong failed in competing for the family head; hence he joined the White Tiger Guard, believing himself to be no weaker than his direct brother.

Competitively skilled, he was the best candidate for Yang Family’s head, but unexpectedly lost the election.

This young lad didn’t seem older; might very well be a grandson or even grand-nephew, who bore some resemblance to him.

"Kid, are you sure you want to fight me?"