PFC Chapter 253 Anyone who dares to touch him is an enemy of Yang Qiong!
Chapter 253 Anyone who dares to touch him is an enemy of Yang Qiong!
Shi Mao crossed his arms, scoffed, and said arrogantly, "Hmph, logically speaking, someone from a minor sect in this remote border region like you shouldn't be qualified to know my master's name. However..."
He paused deliberately, glancing at Chai Yan's shifting expression, before slowly saying:
"Very well, I might as well tell you, so you can die knowing the truth. My master is Yang Qiong, the current chief disciple of the Tianxuan Holy Land and a candidate for Holy Son!"
The words "Tianxuan Holy Land" resounded like thunder from the heavens in Chai Yan's ears!
The flush of anger that had risen on his face from the insults vanished instantly, replaced by a shocked pallor.
Even his smug goatee seemed to freeze, and his narrow eyes widened for the first time, filled with disbelief and fear.
Holy Land! The chief disciple, the candidate for Holy Son!
With such a status, let alone a peak master like him, even if the sect master of the Li Huo Sect himself came, he would have to be careful and treat him with courtesy, and would never dare to offend him in the slightest!
He was utterly shocked and couldn't understand how such a high-ranking figure could appear in the "remote and impoverished place" of the Great Yu Imperial City.
Why would he suddenly call out his name and request an audience?
Chai Yan was shocked and could only digest this earth-shattering news, trying to recall if he had inadvertently offended the Holy Land somewhere.
However, he did not notice at all that behind him were his beloved disciple Fei Han, his junior disciple Luo Xinrou, and other disciples of the Li Huo Sect.
His face was no longer pale, but had turned completely ashen, and his eyes were filled with despair.
After racking his brains without success, Chai Yan cautiously followed behind Shi Mao, preparing to pay his respects to that prodigy from the holy land.
Seeing that Shi Mao didn't intend to pay attention to them, the disciples of the Li Huo Sect revealed a mixture of lingering fear and relief after surviving a disaster, and quietly wiped the fine sweat from their foreheads.
Fortunately, fortunately...
Just then, Shi Mao, who had only taken a few steps, suddenly turned around, frowned, and scrutinized Fei Han and the others for a few moments before saying in a low voice:
"You guys come over here too!"
The tone left no room for doubt.
The disciples of the Li Huo Sect stared blankly: "..."
It felt as if a million grass mud horses were galloping through everyone's minds, as they went through Fei Han and Luo Xinrou's ancestors for eighteen generations with great affection.
Cheating!
This is all the fault of Fei Han and Luo Xinrou, so why should everyone else be held responsible?
Even their gazes towards Chai Yan carried a hint of resentment and anger—
Lord Peak Master, if you had arrived even a little later, we would have made a hasty escape long ago!
At this moment, grievance, despair, and resentment intertwined in the hearts of every disciple of the Li Huo Sect.
Under Shi Mao's menacing gaze, they could only follow behind Chai Yan with dejected heads, like lambs to the slaughter, moving their stiff steps.
Soon, the members of the Li Huo Sect were brought to the center of the field, where they stood trembling and dared not breathe.
Tens of thousands of eyes instantly focused on them, each with a different expression.
Many of them had participated in the auction held at the Imperial Treasure Pavilion that day, and naturally knew about the grudges between the Li Huo Sect and Li Wudao.
"Tsk tsk, the Li Huo Sect is really unlucky. They thought they could get revenge by beating up the younger generation and then the older ones came, but they've kicked a steel plate..."
"With the terrifying strength that boy displayed, ordinary Martial Kings would die one by one, or even two of them. They simply couldn't fight him!"
"..."
The onlookers shook their heads and sighed, their eyes filled with mockery and amusement.
Chai Yan followed closely behind Shi Mao, walking step by step towards the center of the field.
When he saw Shi Mao walk behind the distinguished young man, stand respectfully with his hands at his sides, his last trace of doubt vanished.
"To have such a person accompanying and serving them on their travels, they truly are the pride of this sacred land..."
He felt a chill run down his spine and dared not be negligent in the slightest.
He quickly walked a few steps to Yang Qiong, his face filled with utmost respect, and bowed deeply.
"I am Chai Yan, the Third Peak Master of the Li Huo Sect. I greet Young Master Yang. May I ask what brings you here..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Qiong coldly interrupted him.
"Let me ask you," he said, tilting his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Chai Yan like a bolt of lightning, "Who gave you the audacity to harm my friend, Yang?!"
At this moment, Yang Qiong stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold and clear, all traces of his previous gentle humility gone.
Instead, there is a sense of detachment and majesty that belongs to the top successors of the holy land!
Chai Yan was taken aback, somewhat bewildered by this abrupt question, and forced himself to say:
"Young Master Yang, have you misunderstood? I have lived within the clan for a long time and only recently arrived in the capital. I truly do not know when..."
"Don't cry until you see the coffin."
Yang Qiong's patience seemed to have run out.
He snorted coldly, turned to Li Wudao beside him, his tone slightly softer, but still carrying an undeniable sense of protectiveness:
"Brother Li is my friend, Yang Qiong. Anyone who dares to touch him is making an enemy of me!"
He paused, his gaze returning to Chai Yan's ever-changing old face, his voice calm yet carrying immense weight:
"If the Li Huo Sect insists on going its own way, I don't mind going to the Li Huo Sect's mountain gate myself. At that time, I will have a proper discussion with your sect leader."
Chai Yan felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his blood almost froze!
If this matter attracts this "great Buddha" to the sect, how will the sect leader and the supreme elder deal with him in order to appease the anger of the holy land?
The consequences could be disastrous!
Cold sweat instantly soaked through his inner shirt.
With difficulty, Chai Yan turned his stiff neck and, following Yang Qiong's direction, took a serious look at the young man in the blue robe who had been standing quietly all along.
He was very young, with a deep and composed demeanor, but his face was unfamiliar.
Chai Yan racked his brains and was certain that he had never seen it before, let alone offended it.
But Yang Qiong's words were by no means a joke.
He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, forced himself to remain calm, and abruptly turned around. His face was ashen, and he shouted sternly at the silent Li Huo Sect disciples behind him:
"Speak! Which one of you is so blind as to offend Young Master Yang's friend?! Tell me honestly!"
The disciples of the Li Huo Sect trembled in fright at the stern shout.
Subconsciously, everyone's eyes turned to Fei Han and Luo Xinrou, who were standing at the front, their faces pale.
"Is it you?!"
Chai Yan's old face changed drastically, and his heart sank.
I'm really afraid of what's coming!
"Teacher, Master..."
Fei Han's legs went weak, and he could barely stand. He didn't dare to look up, and his voice trembled so badly that he couldn't speak, "He...he is...Li Wudao..."
The three words "Li Wudao" struck Chai Yan like three thunderbolts, hitting him hard on the top of the head!
He was struck dumb, staggered back half a step as if by lightning, his narrow eyes wide with shock and a sense of absurdity.
Wha...what?
That guy he identified as a "villain," the one he swore to skin him alive and burn his soul...
It was actually Li Wudao, the "friend" Yang Qiong had personally acknowledged, standing right in front of him?!
This……
The huge information gap made Chai Yan dizzy and almost fainted on the spot.
His murderous intent and imposing demeanor as the peak master just now seemed utterly ridiculous.
"Young Master Yang! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"
Chai Yan reacted extremely quickly, almost instantly adopting an expression that was a mixture of fear and ingratiation, regret and innocence.
He hurriedly bowed repeatedly to Yang Qiong, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and said:
"I...I really didn't know that Young Master Li was your friend! If I had known earlier, I would never have dared to be disrespectful in the slightest, even if I had ten lives!"
"This is all...this is all because my unfilial disciple concealed the truth and misled me!"
He spoke rapidly, trying his best to absolve himself and shift all the blame onto Fei Han.
Yang Qiong simply watched his performance indifferently.
A barely perceptible sneer even curled at the corner of his lips as he ruthlessly interrupted:
"You don't need to say these things to me. Brother Li is here, so his attitude counts."