Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

"A bunch of brats, with trash like you, you dare lay hands on us brothers? Just moving one of Fat Lord’s fingers is enough to kill you all."

The fatty yelled, insanely arrogant.

This guy was a pro at playing the pig to eat the tiger.

Usually he kept a low profile, never showing off.

But when it really came down to it—

The fatty’s methods were seriously nasty.

"There’s a fight breaking out over there, they’re about to throw down!"

Many people saw the clash starting over here and all gathered around.

"Bang bang bang..."

Very quickly, the two sides crashed into each other.

These Core Disciples were at least Divine Fire Realm in Cultivation, powerful, and they had the numbers.

But in front of Lin Feng and the fatty—

They weren’t even worth a glance.

Everyone saw Lin Feng and the fatty charge into the crowd, straight-up crushing them.

Core Disciples were sent flying one after another by their punches.

There’s a saying: you don’t expose someone’s scars when cursing, and you don’t hit the face when fighting.

But Lin Feng and the fatty weren’t that kind of people.

The two of them aimed for the face on purpose.

Left hook one moment, right hook the next.

Punch after punch slammed into the faces of one Disciple after another.

With such heavy, powerful blows, anyone who took a punch simply couldn’t withstand it and was smashed flying.

Their teeth were knocked out in one go, blood spraying nonstop, bodies crashing to the ground with miserable screams.

In no time at all, a pile of people was lying on the ground.

"You guys..."

Another seven or eight Cultivators were scared out of their wits, quickly retreating, faces full of terror as they stared at Lin Feng and the fatty.

"Too brutal! They just cleaned out a whole bunch of Core Disciples as easily as bullying little chicks."

"There was literally zero resistance, totally not on the same level!"

"Isn’t that the punk who taught Su Ying and the others a lesson more than a year ago? Damn! No wonder he’s this badass."

...

The crowd all pointed and whispered, discussing excitedly.

The fatty kept shouting arrogantly, "A bunch of trash, if you’ve got guts then stop hiding! Come keep Fat Lord company for a few more moves!"

"This dead fatty is totally playing the pig to eat the tiger."

A lot of people rolled their eyes like crazy.

Wearing Outer Disciples’ robes—

Yet crushing Core Disciples.

Offending someone like this was about the unluckiest thing ever.

The remaining Cultivators’ faces were dark, but they didn’t dare step forward again.

"Just you wait! This isn’t over!"

Li Yixu gave Lin Feng and the fatty a cold glare, spat out a vicious line, then left with her group.

"What a pity, if this was somewhere with no one around, I’d just rob the whole lot of them," Lin Feng muttered.

Hearing Lin Feng mutter that, a lot of people were speechless.

This guy had zero shame, huh?

He even wants to rob his fellow disciples?

...

When Lin Feng and the fatty started walking toward their mounts—

Right then.

More than a dozen people surged over from afar, surrounding Lin Feng and the fatty.

"Look! It’s Su Ying!"

"Su Zicheng is here too!"

"Now this is gonna be good. Su Ying and the others have been looking for that punk for over a year. They finally cornered him, and even Su Zicheng’s been invited out. That kid’s probably screwed this time."

Seeing Su Ying and Su Zicheng’s group surround Lin Feng, a lot of people started chattering excitedly.

Disciples who didn’t know what was going on asked the people beside them what the conflict was about.

Then many Cultivators who knew the details started explaining that conflict from more than a year ago to the ones next to them.

Su Zicheng was ranked ninth among seventy to eighty thousand Core Disciples.

From that, you could see just how terrifying Su Zicheng’s Cultivation was.

In the future, Su Zicheng had a big chance of becoming a "Saint Heir."

Now that everyone saw Su Zicheng show up, they naturally felt Lin Feng was Tie Ding doomed this time.

...

"Kid! You’ve been hiding for over a year, how come you’re not hiding now? Today even with wings you won’t escape!"

Lin Feng curled his lip and said, "When did I ever hide from you? What? You came looking to get abused again? Don’t tell me you’re all masochists?"

"Pfft!"

A lot of people directly burst out laughing. Unless you’re crazy, who the hell is a masochist?

Su Ying’s face suddenly darkened as she said coldly, "Kid! Don’t get cocky! Today you’ll be kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging me for mercy."

Conflicts between Sect Disciples were extremely common.

So duels between Disciples could be seen all the time.

But the sect had rules.

Disciples’ duels were not allowed to take lives.

Su Ying wished she could cut Lin Feng into a thousand pieces.

But constrained by the sect’s rules, she couldn’t do that, so she started thinking about how to humiliate Lin Feng and trample his dignity.

Lin Feng said calmly, "Just you bunch of trash want to deal with me?"

"That’s right! A bunch of trash! Not even worthy to carry my brother’s shoes!"

The fatty hollered from the side.

These two were way too arrogant!

Many people started muttering.

Two new Disciples who’d just joined the sect, their Cultivation was indeed not bad, but the sect was full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons, experts everywhere.

Yet Lin Feng and the fatty had no idea how to hold back.

Each one more arrogant than the other.

Plenty of people felt these two were bound to suffer a huge loss sooner or later.

"Among new Disciples, this is the first time I’ve seen people as arrogant as you two."

Su Zicheng’s voice suddenly rang out, incomparably icy.

The air temperature seemed to drop below freezing.

Su Zicheng had cultivated the Nine Revolutions Cold Ice Technique; with him as the center, it was like Heaven and Earth were about to be frozen over.

"Arrogant? I don’t think so. I’m a guy who lives by one rule: if people don’t mess with me, I don’t mess with them! If someone messes with me, I pay them back tenfold! So you lot better roll as far as you can and stop jumping around in front of Young Lord me!"

Lin Feng said with a curl of his lip.

"This guy probably doesn’t know who Su Zicheng is, right? If he did, he’d never dare say that kind of stuff!"

A lot of people whispered quietly.

Telling Su Zicheng to roll?

How many Disciples in the sect dared say something like that?

This was outright fearless, not knowing when you’re already dead!

"Kid! You dare be so disrespectful to Senior Brother Su? Do you know Senior Brother Su is ranked ninth among the Core Disciples, a top-tier strong zhe?"

A Disciple beside Su Ying immediately barked coldly.

He directly revealed Su Zicheng’s identity.

Originally everyone thought that after learning who Su Zicheng was, Lin Feng would show a panicked expression.

But Lin Feng still had that same calm look.

"So he’s the Core Disciple ranked ninth, huh? So what? In my eyes, he’s still just trash."

Lin Feng said blandly.

Everyone around was dumbfounded, staring at Lin Feng, mouths hanging open.

This kid was a bit too arrogant, huh?

Even after knowing who Su Zicheng was, he still called Su Zicheng "trash"!

Su Zicheng had broken through the True God Realm a long time ago.

His Cultivation—

Was unfathomable.

You offend Su Zicheng like this and expect him to let you go?

Su Zicheng was trembling all over with rage.

Even the Saint Heir and Holy Daughter didn’t dare humiliate him like this.

Su Zicheng’s voice was cold as ice. "Kid... what kind of Heavenly Pride and heroes have I, Su Zicheng, not seen? But someone as arrogant as you—this is the first time. I really want to see what kind of skills you have to act this arrogant in front of me."

As his voice fell—

Su Zicheng walked toward Lin Feng step by step.

Ice Cold Qi spread out, as if it was going to freeze this entire World solid.