"Jing... Brother Jing... You... You must avenge us!"
The Iron Blood Alliance members, beaten to a bruised and swollen mess by the furious mob, immediately scrambled toward Jing Wuxue like mangy dogs spotting their master, bursting into loud sobs.
Their daily oppression of the ordinary disciples had led to a merciless beating in return, causing them to lose too many teeth to count, whistling through the gaps as they tried to speak.
A glint of anger flickered in Jing Wuxue’s eyes, and his icy gaze swept across the room, sending chills down the spines of all the surrounding disciples.
His predatory gaze was the perfect description of Jing Wuxue’s demeanor at that moment.
Jing Wuxue’s gaze fixed on Ling Feng, a hint of a cold smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. There was no rage as one might expect, and instead, his expression became eerily calm.
But everyone knew this was just the calm before the storm.
Ling Feng stood above on the steps, a commanding presence, hands clasped behind his back, silent, eyeing Jing Wuxue.
This man who had founded the Iron Blood Alliance indeed had a certain grandeur, not an ordinary character.
Jing Wuxue’s gaze sharpened, and he spoke indifferently, "I’ve heard the Master mention you before and have long wanted to meet you. But I never expected that we would meet under these circumstances."
Ling Feng curled his lip dismissively, replying airily, "You don’t need to beat around the bush with me. I’ve come to you for one simple reason: to have you announce something. The Iron Blood Alliance disbands today!"
Everyone gasped in shock. Was Senior Ling Feng actually ordering Jing Wuxue around?
Did he truly not understand what kind of person Jing Wuxue was?
Jing Wuxue laughed mockingly in extreme anger, the elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance burst into laughter, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Ha ha ha, kid, do you think you’re someone important? You think you can command Brother Jing?"
"Naive! Just because you’ve injured a few of our Iron Blood Alliance lackeys, you now think you’re above everyone else? What a fool!"
The henchmen around Jing Wuxue started cursing. Among them were more than twenty Late-stage Pulse Condensation experts and even two or three at the Peak of the Pulse Condensation Realm. Such a force could almost rival one of the Wenxian Sect’s nine major peaks.
Was Ling Feng really challenging the entire Iron Blood Alliance alone?
Jing Wuxue raised his hand, signaling everyone to quieten down. He squinted at Ling Feng and spoke lightly, "Originally, your disturbance in my Iron Blood Alliance would be unforgivable by any account. However, the Sect Leader has instructed me not to harm you. If you’re smart, you’ll compensate for all the losses of the Iron Blood Alliance, apologize properly, and then scram."
"As for disbanding the Iron Blood Alliance, stop dreaming such naive dreams. With just you alone, you can’t threaten my ironclad regime!"
Jing Wuxue stood proud, commanding respect without even being angry.
Although he hated Ling Feng to the core and wished he could crush him with a slap, he was restricted by Lin Canglang’s orders to not trouble Ling Feng. Despite the great killing intent within him, he had to suppress it.
Ling Feng scoffed silently, merely standing his ground, utterly unmoving, showing no signs of retreat.
"Don’t be naive! Boy, I’ll give you one last chance, or else, even though I won’t kill you, I’ll cripple your arms!" Jing Wuxue’s frosty gaze bore into Ling Feng as he pronounced each word sharply, "You better think it over carefully, don’t make a grave mistake."
A flash of cold light sparkled in Ling Feng’s eyes, and finally, he spoke, "The Iron Blood Alliance is destined to fall today!"
A vein of anger surfaced on Jing Wuxue’s face, his fury fully triggered.
"Very well, you’ve got guts!" Jing Wuxue’s expression grew even colder, "Remember, you asked for this! Today, I’ll break every bone in your body, one by one!"
"And anyone who dares resist the Iron Blood Alliance can step forward. I’ll break their bones mercilessly as well. Let’s see whose bones are harder, yours or my fists!"
The unbridled arrogance!
This was Jing Wuxue’s signature style, and today, he had held back until Ling Feng’s fearless attitude provoked his true vicious nature.
One by one, the ordinary disciples bowed their heads, too afraid to catch the eye of this fearsome devil and face retaliation.
As everyone stood in terrified silence, Ling Feng, from his elevated position, stared down defiantly at Jing Wuxue, speaking clearly and forcefully, "If you think strength equals authority, then I will use my fists to create a clear and just world."
Step by step, Ling Feng walked with firm and powerful strides towards Jing Wuxue.
His spine was straight as an arrow, and that seemingly slender figure, at this moment, appeared like a towering giant Elixirar.
Jing Wuxue burst into laughter, looking up to the sky, "Kid, do you really think you can take on the entire Iron Blood Alliance by yourself?"
Staring at the silent ordinary disciples around him, Jing Wuxue couldn’t stop laughing, "Aside from you, no one dares to oppose me! In the end, you’re just fighting a lone battle!"
However, before he finished speaking—
"No, Senior Ling Feng isn’t fighting alone!"
Wang Qiang stepped forward, following in Ling Feng’s footsteps, striding towards the ranks of the Iron Blood Alliance.
Jiang Wanqing, Su Hongxiu, Zhou Yan...
One after another, the disciples who joined Ling Feng in attacking the Iron Blood Alliance took steady steps. From the moment they struck against the members of the alliance, they had already disregarded life and death.
The ordinary disciples around them felt their blood boil with renewed frenzy.
What is there to fear?
What is there still to fear?
Since they’ve chosen to fight, then they’ll fight to the very end!
Their heads, once bowed low, were raised high once more.
The fear in their hearts was swept away once again!
Following behind Ling Feng, they would take down the poisonous tumors of these sects!
Suddenly, the entire crowd was completely stirred up.
Jing Wuxue had only about thirty or forty people by his side, but behind Ling Feng, there were four to five hundred!
The dark mass of people pressed closer bit by bit.
Jing Wuxue had never imagined that so many people would dare to stand up and resist him.
He suddenly realized that this youth called Ling Feng had already become a faith in these people’s hearts. He represented the light of justice, coming to expel the darkness.
"Damn it!" Jing Wuxue felt a surge of fury, "A mob thinks they’re useful just because they’re many?"
In his heart, a bad premonition arose; it seemed everything was slipping beyond his control. Those ordinary disciples who had submitted to his tyranny were all rising up in rebellion!
Unlike his fury, the elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance by his side were petrified by this soaring momentum, stepping back several paces.
Liu Quanhai was even less able to cope, collapsing to the ground in terror, a complete mess.
Jing Wuxue detected an unpleasant smell and violently kicked Liu Quanhai away.
However, facing the dark mass of people before him, for the first time, Jing Wuxue felt shaken.
To cripple several hundred Inner Sect disciples in one go?
Perhaps the Iron Blood Alliance had the strength to do so, but if he still wanted to get by in the Wenxian Sect, he could not do it.
After a pause, Jing Wuxue glared fiercely at Ling Feng and gritted his teeth, "Hold on! After all, we are all brothers of the same sect, it would be too damaging to our harmony to proceed to arms. I don’t wish to escalate the situation either, as long as you stop now, everything that happened today, including any injuries that our Iron Blood Alliance members suffered, I’ll write it off. As for your friend getting hurt, the cost of treatment, the Iron Blood Alliance will cover it all!"
Under the pressure of the situation, Jing Wuxue, in the end, had no choice but to compromise.