Chapter 10

Everyone present frowned deeply, feeling that this person's tone was extremely rude, treating the more than a thousand heroes here as if they were nothing, and truly giving Liu Zhengfeng no face at all. Looking back, they saw four men in yellow robes walking in through the main gate.

The one leading the group was about forty years old, of medium build, and extremely thin, with two thin mustaches on his upper lip. Those who were well-informed already recognized him as Fei Bin, the Great Songyang Hand of Mount Song. The two behind him were even more prominent, being Ding Mian, the Pagoda-Bearing Hand, and Lu Bai, the Immortal Crane Hand, ranking even higher. The Thirteen Protectors of Mount Song had actually sent their top three, truly giving Liu Zhengfeng a great face.

Holding a colorful brocade flag adorned with precious gems and pearls, it sparkled brilliantly when unfurled. Many recognized this flag and were startled: "The banner of the Wuyue Sword Sect's leader has arrived!"

Others were still in a fog, but Liu Zhengfeng already knew their intentions. He leaned on a nearby table and said calmly, "It turns out it's the banner of the Wuyue Sword Sect's leader, Left! Three junior brothers, I wonder how many disciples of Mount Song have come. Everyone, please show yourselves!"

His tone was extremely unfriendly, shocking everyone present. They didn't know what had happened or if Liu Zhengfeng and the Mount Song Sect had some grudge, causing such a scene. Dings Yi, the nun, trembled and said, "Brother Liu, what's going on? Whatever it is, please sit down and talk it out. The Wuyue Sword Sect is a united family; we can't let outsiders laugh at us!"

Liu Zhengfeng's expression was serious as he said to Dings Yi, "Nun, it's not that I, Liu Zhengfeng, am being disrespectful, but that this old villain, Left, is too overbearing. Not only is he interfering in the internal affairs of the other four sects, but he also plans to kidnap my family! Bring those scoundrels in!"

At his command, Liu's disciples rushed out from the inner hall, each wielding a sword or a knife, facing the Mount Song group with caution. A dozen or so Mount Song disciples in yellow robes were tied up with thick ropes, swords and knives on their shoulders, and were neatly escorted by Liu's disciples, kneeling in a row.

Everyone present was shocked. Those who were not masked were often seen on Mount Song, and many recognized them. Dings Yi couldn't help but exclaim, "Fei Bin, what does Leader Left mean by this? To threaten Brother Liu's family, I won't stand for it!" Fei Bin was even more surprised and quickly shouted, "Liu Zhengfeng, you dare! Where are the Mount Song disciples?"

As soon as he spoke, dozens of people responded from all around the hall, "Yes, Mount Song disciples are here!" Dozens of voices echoed from various directions, and a dozen or so Mount Song disciples in yellow robes rushed out from behind. In the hall, dozens more stood up, dressed in various ways, facing off against Liu's disciples.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense. Both sides were on high alert, one side with overwhelming numbers, the other with hostages in hand, neither daring to make a move. The scene instantly became a standoff.

In this almost frozen atmosphere, a voice suddenly said, "Mount Song, Mount Song! What a great show of power!"

Chen Ang suddenly stepped out from the crowd, standing next to Liu Zhengfeng, holding a black dart in his hand, tossing it up and down, yawning and saying indifferently, "In the righteous martial world, what I see is nothing but people using the elderly, women, and children as hostages to threaten others! First, the Qingcheng Sect, now the Mount Song Sect, truly upholding the righteous spirit."

At these words, the other Wuyue Sword Sect members present all looked embarrassed.

Dings Yi couldn't help but wave her sleeve and turn away, not wanting to look at them.

Fei Bin, seeing Chen Ang, frowned and thought for a moment, suddenly remembering someone. He immediately pointed his sword and said, "You are the Fake Hua Tuo?"

The Mount Song Sect's influence in the Wuyue Sword Sect was indeed strong. In just one night, Chen Ang's name had reached Fei Bin's ears. Reminded, Fei Bin was overjoyed, as the rumors said that Lin Pingzhi had fallen into Chen Ang's hands, and the线索 to the辟邪剑谱 (Bixie Sword Manual) was also in his possession.

Chen Ang, seeing the greed flash in Fei Bin's eyes, ignored him.

"Colluding with the demonic sect, inciting internal strife in the Wuyue Sword Sect, and defaming Leader Left, Liu Zhengfeng, if you don't kill this demonic sect member beside you, don't blame us for being ruthless!" Fei Bin's expression changed, avoiding the topic of the captured Mount Song disciples and suddenly accusing Chen Ang of being a member of the demonic sect, pointing at Liu Zhengfeng and shouting fiercely.

Chen Ang knew exactly what Fei Bin was up to. Fei Bin was definitely eyeing the Bixie Sword Manual and wanted to use this opportunity to get the线索. This person had no principles or bottom line. In the original story, he could attack the defenseless Liu family and kill Qu Feiyang, a young girl, without hesitation, truly ruthless and without limits.

In the current situation, even if Liu Zhengfeng were killed, it would be a loss for Zuo Lengchan. Not only would he lose a large number of elite disciples, but if Liu Zhengfeng were pushed to reveal some of his secrets, Zuo Lengchan's reputation would be ruined, and his position as leader would be in jeopardy.

Without the Liu family as leverage, if Liu Zhengfeng were pushed to a desperate situation, Fei Bin would not come out unscathed.

Chen Ang didn't want to waste words with him. The martial world's reputation and power meant nothing to him. Even if he were labeled as a demonic sect member and hunted by the righteous world, what did it matter? The more people who came to kill him, the more martial arts knowledge and wisdom he would gain, and the greater his harvest would be.

He immediately sneered, "Talking is pointless, let's see who is the better swordsman!"

The dart in his hand flashed, and a faint cold light shot towards Fei Bin. The silver light disappeared in an instant, and the crowd only saw a flash of silver before Chen Ang's hand was empty. The dart shot straight for Fei Bin's left eye.

Fei Bin, seeing the dart coming, was startled. His feet dug into the stone floor, his muscles tensed, and his body seemed like a coiled spring, suddenly releasing its energy and moving three feet to the side, avoiding Chen Ang's dart.

At the same time, he twisted his feet, his body spinning in the air, using the momentum to turn towards Chen Ang. His right hand flashed with a cold light, and a three-foot-long sword cut through the air, aiming straight for Chen Ang's heart.

A heart-piercing strike.

The Mount Song sword technique was majestic and imposing, known for its grandeur. In Fei Bin's hands, it was like a thousand troops charging, more powerful than a three-foot-long crossbow, capable of piercing even an inch of steel.

The sword energy rushed towards Chen Ang, making him feel his breathing become difficult. His eyes were slightly dazed, glowing with a strange blue light. Even Liu Zhengfeng felt his hair stand on end, but Chen Ang seemed completely unfazed, calmly looking at Fei Bin. Just as Liu Zhengfeng was about to draw his sword to block, he suddenly felt his hand lighten.

A fine steel long sword "clanged" out of its scabbard, taken by Chen Ang. He tapped his foot, his body flying up, his wide sleeves flapping in the wind like a large bird, soaring through the air. The tip of his sword wavered slightly, as if trembling, but Fei Bin felt a tingling sensation in all his vital points.

With a "clang," Fei Bin's sword was blocked, and Chen Ang's sword tip was bent into a twisted bow shape, tip to tip. Fei Bin looked up, meeting Chen Ang's eyes, which were a cold, icy blue, like the ice of the Tianshan Mountains, making his eyes sting.

Before he could react, the two swords suddenly broke apart. Fei Bin's sword handle trembled violently, almost slipping from his grasp, but Chen Ang used the force to swirl his sword into a flower, following Fei Bin's sword, like a dragon tearing apart his opponent's weapon.

The control of force was exquisite to the extreme.

Fei Bin couldn't believe that someone could use sword techniques in such a way. Such control of force was almost impossible. He quickly let go of his sword handle, but it was too late. The dragon-like sword flower wrapped around his right wrist, and his hand, spewing hot blood, turned into a mess of flesh.

Chen Ang kicked him in the chest, and Fei Bin's body shook, spitting out blood, and he fell to the ground.

"Junior brother!" "Junior brother Fei!" Ding Mian and Lu Bai cried out, rushing to support him, but Liu Zhengfeng stepped forward, blocking them with his sword.