"Damn, I bet the Purple Dragon Hall doesn't even dare to fight back." "Heh, of all the Eight Great Canglong Sanctums, Purple Dragon Hall has the fewest names on both the demon king and demon emperor rankings. They're practically the weakest. I'd be shocked if they actually fought back." "I heard there's bad blood between the Red Dragon Envoy and the Purple Dragon Envoy. They say the Purple Dragon Envoy's a stunning beauty, too. I'm guessing she got seduced and dumped by the Red Dragon Envoy, which explains the tension." The crowd around them kept throwing out wilder theories, most of them filthy and crude. Bai Linger's expression froze over like a winter storm. She could no longer hold back. Her sword let out a sharp clang as it left the sheath. With a flash of cold steel, the man who had just slandered her mother, saying the Purple Dragon Envoy had been abandoned by the Red Dragon Envoy had lost his head in an instant. The poor bastard never stood a chance. He had no idea that the Purple Dragon Envoy's daughter was standing right there. "Chi Gui, control your mutts before I shut their mouths for them." Bai Linger pointed her sword at Chi Gui, her whole body trembling with rage. "Hey now, mouths belong to people. I can't control what they say." Chi Gui chuckled coldly, clearly unfazed. "But if you've got the power to make them shut up, go right ahead." "Then I'll rip your filthy mouths apart myself!" Bai Linger swept her sword out with a burst of demonic essence and lunged straight for Chi Gui, aiming right for his heart. Chi Gui didn't even bother to draw his weapon. He simply raised a hand and slapped her sword aside. Then, with a lewd smirk, his hand lurched forward, clearly trying to grab her chest. Bai Linger's eyes narrowed. She quickly pulled back, her face flushed with fury. "You shameless bastard!" "Heh, all my teeth are still here, girl!" Chi Gui actually flashed her a grin full of yellowed teeth, grinning like a complete scoundrel. The people from Purple Dragon Hall were about ready to explode with rage. "Junior sister Linger, let me handle this." Jing Yun, one of the demon kings from their hall, slowly drew his sword. He was just about to step forward when Ling Feng stopped him with a light touch to the arm and offered a calm smile. Then, arms folded across his chest, Ling Feng strolled straight up to Chi Gui. "Well now, even a mere early-tier demon lord dares to step up?" Chi Gui let out a roar of laughter. "Has Purple Dragon Hall really sunk this low? Hahaha!" The disciples from the other sanctums and factions laughed along. To them, an early-tier demon lord stepping out was nothing but a death wish. "Long Fei, are you seriously trying to be the hero here? Are you sick of living or what?" At that moment, a voice cut in. Yin Xue had been glaring at Ling Feng from the sidelines this whole time, and now he finally stepped forward. In front of so many demon experts from the Eight Great Canglong Sanctums and the two Sacred Halls, he was going to crush Ling Feng and reclaim every shred of face he'd lost. "Senior brother, leave this one to me!" Yin Xue's voice came through clenched teeth, ice cold and venomous. Chi Gui gave a small nod. He knew a bit about the bad blood between these two. Yin Xue may have lost to Ling Feng before, but that was in the past. Now, he had learned the true Heaven-Incinerating Technique passed down by the Red Dragon Envoy himself. A nobody like Long Fei wouldn't even be a challenge. Chi Gui knew exactly how powerful that technique was. With a sharp metallic ring, Yin Xue drew his sword and pointed it at Ling Feng's nose. "Today, I'm taking back everything you stole from me." "You're nothing but a clown." Ling Feng didn't even lift his head. He casually raised his palm and smiled. "You know what this is?" Yin Xue flinched. He had no idea what kind of trick Ling Feng was trying to pull. "Still playing games? Die!" Yin Xue roared. His sword slashed out toward Ling Feng, and he shouted, "Great—" Before the word even left his mouth, a loud slap rang through the air. Everyone froze. The next thing they saw was Yin Xue flying backward like a broken kite, blood spraying from his mouth as he slammed into the ground like a rag doll. "That, my good son, is what we call a father's love. You're welcome!" Ling Feng let out a breath on his palm, as if cooling it off, completely deadpan. The crowd erupted in laughter. At the same time, they were stunned. This was an early-tier demon lord, yet he had just sent a peak-tier demon lord flying with a single slap. Yin Xue's face went pale, then red, then pale again. His whole body trembled. He had come here to reclaim his pride, but instead he'd been humiliated in front of everyone. And worse, the guy had the gall to call it "a father's love." There was no way he could show his face again after this! Yin Xue struggled to get back on his feet, his voice full of fury. "Long Fei, if you've got guts, let me go all out. Don't interfere this time!" Ling Feng shrugged, amused, watching him like a cat watches a mouse. Yin Xue let out a dark laugh as his blood surged. Flames erupted around him, and he shouted, "Great—" Another slap, even crisper than the first, cut him off and sent him flying once again. This time, he spat blood the moment he hit the ground. "Y-You damn cheater! You said you'd let me use my ultimate move!" "A father's love is a reflex, son. I really can't help it." Ling Feng gave a sniff and pursed his lips. "Tell you what, let's go again. I'll try to hold back this time." The disciples of Purple Dragon Hall burst out laughing. Bai Linger in particular laughed so hard she nearly collapsed. Long Fei clearly wasn't just trying to win, he was trying to ruin Yin Xue for life. What use was a powerful technique if you couldn't even finish the chant? "You think I'm an idiot? I'm not falling for that again!" Yin Xue shook with rage, glaring daggers at Ling Feng. "No tricks this time. I really want to see that ultimate move of yours. I swear I won't interrupt." Ling Feng looked as serious as a judge in court. "Fine, you asked for it!" Yin Xue roared, summoning every last ounce of demonic essence in his body. A scorching blast of wind erupted around him. "It's the Heaven-Incinerating Technique!" "Long Fei, watch out!" A few sharp-eyed disciples recognized the signature flames immediately. It was the signature art of the Red Dragon Hall master. Yin Xue let out one last guttural shout. "Great—" Yet again, the chant was cut short. Yin Xue went flying several hundred zhang this time. Half his face looked like a swollen pig's head. Blood poured from his mouth as he struggled on the ground, unable to stand. Ling Feng clicked his tongue and looked at him with a half-smile. "Turns out, a father's love really is beyond my control." By now, Yin Xue had no doubt he'd been played like a fiddle. Not once, not twice, but three times! "Blame yourself for being too dumb!" Ling Feng shrugged with a sigh. "Honestly, your dad, the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor, was a true powerhouse. How'd he end up with a son this stupid? Don't tell me you're actually your neighbor's kid?" "You... you... Pfft!" Blood rushed up Yin Xue's throat and exploded out of his mouth. He passed out cold on the spot. Ling Feng raised an eyebrow and lazily stepped to the side, looking as if the whole thing had absolutely nothing to do with him.