"This is no trivial matter. You should know that on the streets, they’re saying our Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall is harboring the Jade Butterfly, even criticizing me, Yuan Chenfeng. Can you still call this a small matter?"
As soon as these words were said, it was as if the hidden dagger was revealed.
Everyone’s expression changed.
The disciples brought by Yuan Chenfeng were itching for action.
As for Dingtai Martial Arts Hall, Shen Dao, Miao Shaocheng, and Xu De stood silently behind their master.
Even Meng Shiwen silently gripped her weapon.
The atmosphere became tense and murderous.
But Lu Dingtai didn’t even lift his eyelids, instead calmly sat in his chair, sipping tea.
Yuan Chenfeng patiently waited.
After a full minute, Lu Dingtai finally put down his teacup, slowly raised his head, and stared at Yuan Chenfeng opposite him.
"What? You’ve come to my Dingtai Martial Arts Hall to demand justice?"
Yuan Chenfeng sneered, "Demand justice? Not quite. I just want to ask this Young Hero Zhao, what does he mean by this, and why didn’t he inform us beforehand of capturing that Lu Jicheng?"
Before he finished speaking, the table and chairs in front of Lu Dingtai, including the teacups on top, shattered simultaneously.
Lu Dingtai’s expression was as calm as the water, and he spoke coldly.
"Yuan, I really don’t understand. When did the people of my Dingtai Martial Arts Hall need to inform your Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall beforehand for what we do?"
This incident was earth-shattering, and seeing the table, chairs, and teacups shatter at the same time, Yuan Chenfeng’s expression also changed slightly, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.
Though Yuan Chenfeng could also shatter tables and teacups, he couldn’t do it without visible action, purely with leaking force.
Yuan Chenfeng questioned if his own skills were lacking.
Could it be that his cultivation has improved?
With concern in his heart, Yuan Chenfeng dared not retreat, lest ruin his reputation.
With narrowed eyes, he stared at Lu Dingtai and said, "Younger Brother Lu, you can’t say it like that. That Lu Jicheng was originally from our Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall, and with your disciple stirring things up, how should our Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall handle it?"
"So you knew that Lu Jicheng was yours." Lu Dingtai sneered and continued.
"Then why didn’t you catch him earlier? Now that my disciple has exposed him, you come out saying your reputation is ruined because we didn’t inform you. Where were you then? Or do you think my Dingtai Martial Arts Hall is easy to bully?"
Lu Dingtai refused to yield.
Yuan Chenfeng finally got angry.
"Lu Dingtai, do you protect your own like this?"
"Haha, Yuan, you’re right. I’m telling you now, Zhao Ya is my disciple, and indeed, I am protecting him. What can you do?"
"You..." Yuan Chenfeng, enraged, was about to get up to attack.
At that moment, a man stepped forward from behind him and cupped his fists, "Master, please calm down. I have a few words to say."
Seeing that it was his third disciple Xia Cunyi speaking, Yuan Chenfeng swallowed his words.
Xia Cunyi first cupped his fists at Lu Dingtai across from him, "Elder Lu, you both are not young anymore, why such a rage? This matter is trivial, why not let us juniors handle it?"
"Oh? How should we handle it?" Lu Dingtai asked.
Xia Cunyi smiled and then looked at Zhao Ya standing behind Lu Dingtai.
"Junior Brother Zhao, why don’t we have a match? If you win, our Chenfeng Martial Arts Hall will turn around and leave, never entangling in this matter again. What do you think?"
Hearing this, Senior Brother Shen Dao frowned and whispered to Zhao Ya, "Don’t agree to this. Last year, Xia Cunyi reached the half-step Fourth Realm. You are not his match."
Then he stepped forward and said loudly, "Junior Brother Xia, how about I exchange a few moves with you?"
Hearing this, Xia Cunyi shook his head with a light laugh, "Senior Brother Shen, you’re joking. Everyone knows you’re already a Fourth Realm Martial Artist. How dare I make a move against you."
While speaking, his gaze remained on Zhao Ya, his smile unchanged.
"Of course, if Junior Brother Zhao feels he can’t beat me and is somewhat afraid, then this matter will..."
"I agree!"
A clear voice resounded through the hall, then Zhao Ya stepped forward, coldly looking at Xia Cunyi opposite him.
"I’ll fight you."