"This young master made a bet with Chu Feng, none of your damn business!"
"Anyone dares to babble more, I must remind you the Qiao Family is not to be trifled with. Be careful or you’ll end up dead."
Qiao Sheng gritted his teeth, his face ferocious, beginning to get fierce.
Last time, under the pressure of Niu Baotian, he had knelt in the training ground, calling himself a fool. This time, he was determined not to honor the bet.
"Chu Feng, what do you count for? You’re not even worthy to carry my shoes."
"With your lowly kind of trash, where did you even get that so-called bet agreement? Dream on if you think you can swindle this young master. No way in hell."
"Get lost, a good dog doesn’t block the way! Otherwise, don’t blame this young master for being rude!"
Qiao Sheng’s cultivation was not weak, he possessed the strength of a Seventh Rank Swordsman.
He was even two ranks higher than Prince Liu Ping.
Born to a family dealing in medicinal ingredients, from his mother’s womb he had been constantly nourished with various tonics and even Sword Qi.
After birth, he ate Elixirs like candy and bathed in Spiritual Liquid, no wonder his cultivation was high.
Currently, being publicly forced by Chu Feng to honor the bet agreement, he was infuriated and embarassed, throwing a tantrum and thinking of reneging on it by using his formidable strength.
Seeing that Qiao Sheng not only refused to honor the bet but also wanted to be violent, Chu Feng’s eyes narrowed, his face devoid of any smile.
"So you want to break the agreement? No one in the Jianyun Dynasty has ever dared to default on me!"
The voice of Chu Feng was ice cold.
He wasn’t just boasting; in the small Jianyun Dynasty, truly no one could contend with the Eternal Life Pill Master.
Even though he was just a reincarnation of the Eternal Life Pill Master with his previous life’s cultivation completely destroyed, he still had the confidence to talk tough.
The Qiao Family, although one of the Four Great Families of the Jianyun Dynasty, really was no match against Chu Feng. Not to mention Chu Feng’s own capabilities, just the Blood Sword Gang and the Han Family, which he controlled in secret, were sufficient to deal with the Qiao Family like dead dogs.
The Qiao Family being mere businessmen, a single word from Chu Feng and the Blood Sword Gang would go all out against them.
Stealth attacks, assassinations, robberies, spreading rumors, and so on, were enough to threaten the very life of the Qiao Family.
As for the strength of the Han Family, that needs no mention.
The Han Family had opened multiple Sword Pavilions, with countless disciples and numerous experts. Even Bloody Beard was extremely wary of them; dared the Qiao Family challenge the Han Family?
Qiao Sheng was merely a young master of the Qiao Family, a lightweight compared to others. In front of Chu Feng, he was nowhere near sufficient.
"A mosquito farting – acting all grandious! You, a wasteful prince of the Sword King Mansion, dare to spout such arrogant words, so conceited. Who do you think you are?"
"The Jianyun Emperor?"
"Today, this young master really wants to see how capable you are. If I don’t cripple you today, you won’t learn your lesson!"
Qiao Sheng sneered viciously, and immediately made his move.
Raising his hand as if it were a sword, he directly chopped at Chu Feng’s shoulder.
Chu Feng smirked coldly, also using his hand as a sword, his newly comprehended Glazed Sword Technique already enough to ensure his invincibility.
Moreover, with thousands of years of combat experience, his chances of winning were extremely high, well over 99%.
Qiao Sheng, merely two levels higher in cultivation, dared to be arrogant in front of him, was simply courting death. Chu Feng wouldn’t even need to use his Abnormal Fire to easily deal with him like a dead dog.
After exchanging two moves, a shocked and fearful expression appeared on Qiao Sheng’s face.
He found that Chu Feng, like an unfathomable deep sea abyss, was fierce and beyond calculation. After just two moves, Qiao Sheng already showed signs of defeat.
He was lured by Chu Feng’s feint and exposed a vulnerability, and what followed was tragic.
Right there, he was slashed several times by Chu Feng’s hand blade, grunting as he fell to the ground.
As you can imagine, after a barrage of kicks from Chu Feng, his thigh was directly stepped on Qiao Sheng’s handsome face.
To trample is to trample the face.
"Qiao Sheng, don’t blame me for not giving you a choice! Either fulfill the agreement barking like a dog and pay the silver, or I will castrate you and then lead people to your Qiao Family to demand the silver."
The formidable strength Chu Feng displayed dazzled everyone present. They admired him even more, and their reverence reached its peak.
Even geniuses of the seventh Sword Master rank were easily trampled underfoot; who would dare to combat such a formidable person as Chu Feng?
Perhaps, only a few supreme geniuses like the high-ranking Second Prince would dare to battle with Chu Feng.
The Second Prince’s strength has already reached the peak of Beginner Level Sword Master, and it is said that he is currently advancing towards Intermediate Sword Master. He is preparing for the impending Ten Thousand Sword Sect entrance examination.
Although Chu Feng has understood the Sword Intent of the first level of the Glazed Sword Technique, it is essentially a defensive sword technique.
At most, he could defeat enemies two or three small realms higher than himself. If the enemy has cultivated to the Sword Master Realm and can emit Sword Qi, then it would be difficult for Chu Feng to win.
Qiao Sheng, being stepped on by Chu Feng, felt extremely humiliated, and his gaze was even more resentful and venomous. He wished he could tear Chu Feng apart and devour him.
But a man must bow under the eaves.
Even if he was unwilling, when Chu Feng’s icy gaze fell on his crotch, he immediately submitted.
If he did not submit, Chu Feng would indeed dare to perform that ruthless act.
Qiao Sheng’s brother, Wei Jialin, had been castrated by Chu Feng and was still undergoing treatment.
Qiao Sheng humiliatingly barked like a dog, causing all the onlookers to burst into huge laughter. It was a spectacle to see a scion of the prominent Qiao Family, a genius of the academy, publicly barking like a dog.
This greatly satisfied their twisted abusive mentality.
"Bark louder, and crawl on the ground like a dog!" Chu Feng removed his foot, not worried that Qiao Sheng would run away.
A seventh-ranked Swordsman genius is no big deal in his eyes.
Qiao Sheng already felt the ultimate humiliation and was further belittled by Chu Feng’s demands; he almost collapsed on the ground. His handsome face not only stained with dirt but also bore a clear imprint of Chu Feng’s shoe, changing colors continuously.
From red to purple, from purple to blue, and finally turning iron blue.
After being humiliated by Chu Feng twice, Qiao Sheng’s glorious image was completely destroyed.
It’s estimated that he would no longer have the face to meet people again.
In the academy, he could only walk with his head down.
"Woof woof woof..." Under the coercion of Chu Feng’s imposing manner, Qiao Sheng could only crawl around, continuously barking like a dog.
Wherever he crawled, the onlookers laughed.
Qiao Sheng fully became a notorious figure within the academy, albeit as a negative example.
After deeming it enough, Chu Feng coldly said, "Qiao Sheng, I’ll give you two days, honestly deliver ten thousand silver taels to my hands. Otherwise, I’ll personally lead people to the Qiao Family to collect the debt. By then, it won’t just be ten thousand silver taels."
After saying that, Chu Feng didn’t even glance at Qiao Sheng again and strode away.
The Second Prince watched Chu Feng’s retreating figure, his eyes frosty, his brows also tightly furrowed.
"This waste of the Sword King Mansion, even though the Nine Yang Sword Veins were seized by the Crown Prince, unexpectedly still so dazzling. It seems, I must report to the Emperor truthfully and ask for an order to eliminate this scourge as soon as possible."