Chapter 42

Elder Sun looked at Han Cong, who was not far away, and mocked, "Elder Han, it seems someone is too cowardly to show up! How shameful, how can such a person be worthy of being a disciple of our Qianyuan Sect?"

Han Cong, not far from him, glanced at Elder Sun and said calmly, "Perhaps something delayed him. Elder Sun, you should be grateful, because if Chen Feng comes, you will regret it."

He was very anxious inside, but he could not show it.

Elder Sun seemed to have heard something amusing and laughed, "What a joke, what a joke!"

Several ordinary outer sect elders sitting nearby also chimed in.

One elder laughed, "Junior Brother Han, don't struggle anymore. Who doesn't know that that waste of a person can't cultivate? Even if he occasionally gets some good fortune and gains some strength, he can't advance any further."

"That's right," another elder sneered. "He's just like his master, once they get a bit of skill, they become arrogant and do evil everywhere, and in the end, they still suffer divine retribution."

This elder had been dealt with by Yan Qingyu before and had been harboring resentment. Now that Yan Qingyu was dead, he was no longer afraid and seized every opportunity to defame him.

Han Cong suddenly turned around and stared at him with a cold, piercing gaze, shouting, "Say that again!"

The elder, under his gaze, felt a chill in his heart.

He glanced at Elder Sun, who nodded slightly, and his courage grew. He shouted, "What's wrong with what I said? Isn't it the truth? We have so many senior and junior brothers here, ask them, who disagrees with what I said?"

Elder Sun and the others chimed in, saying very harsh words. Han Cong's face turned pale with anger, his rage rising.

But he was outnumbered, and on such a grand day, he couldn't start a fight. He felt extremely frustrated, almost to the point of exploding!

At that moment, a commotion suddenly arose in the crowd not far away.

"He's here, he's here."

Everyone looked in one direction.

A young man in a green robe, with hair as black as ink, parted the crowd and slowly walked over.

He was not old, but his demeanor was steady and composed, his eyes deep and calm.

It was Chen Feng.

He was empty-handed, not carrying the two-foot-long Snake Fang.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then a young man shouted, "Waste, you can't be a match for Senior Brother Cui. If you admit defeat now and kowtow a hundred times, Senior Brother Cui might let you off."

Chen Feng paused, looking at him coldly.

Upon meeting Chen Feng's gaze, the young man felt a chill all over, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

Chen Feng pointed at him, lightly fanning his hand in the air, and said coolly, "Later, I will swell your face!"

With that, he turned and walked away without a second glance.

The disciple's face turned red with anger, and he was speechless.

Chen Feng walked onto the stage, facing Cui Zhen Shan.

"Boy, you're quite arrogant!" Cui Zhen Shan sneered.

"Even if you kneel down and kowtow a hundred or a thousand times now, I will break all your bones, pull out all your tendons, and let you howl for three days and three nights before you die in pain!"

Chen Feng frowned.

Cui Zhen Shan leaned in, lowering his voice, and said coldly, "Do you know, the fact that I am facing you in this match was deliberately arranged by my master."

"I will cripple you to avenge the young master! My other two junior brothers died at your hands, right? Today, I will avenge them!"

"I see, no wonder it's so coincidental that I face you in the first match. It was deliberately arranged?"

Chen Feng sneered, "You really went to great lengths."

"What's the big deal? The best is yet to come!"

Cui Zhen Shan sneered, "You think having Han Cong as your backer will save you?"

"Let me tell you, not only will you die, but Han Cong will die too, and Han Yuer will become a plaything for our young master. Our young master has had his eye on this girl for a long time!"

"Ha, maybe she'll be a plaything for all of us! Our young master always likes to give us what he's tired of!"

"If you're still alive by then, you can watch how we torment her."

"Of course, Han Cong's death will be an accident, an accident that no one can say anything about!"

Cui Zhen Shan treated Chen Feng as a dead man, speaking without any restraint in front of him.

Mentioning Han Cong and Han Yuer made Chen Feng's face instantly turn cold and stern.

"What's with all this nonsense? Are you done talking?" Chen Feng said impatiently.

He turned to the elder acting as the referee and asked, "Can we start now?"

The elder looked at the two of them expressionlessly, waved his hand, and announced loudly, "The first round, seventy-fourth match of the outer sect competition, officially begins! Contestants: Cui Zhen Shan, Chen Feng!"

Despite the noisy crowd around the stage, his voice was heard clearly by everyone.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, and all eyes turned to the stage.