Urban All-Round Master

"It’s you who refuse to give up until you reach the Yellow River! The Dark Prison has buried countless Eastern masters; this time we’re only here to reclaim the bodies of those mighty figures!"

The man holding a black long spear spoke confidently.

"Hah! That was centuries ago, and now you’re bringing it up? Don’t you find it shameless? Even if they were strong then, would their bodies even remain now?"

The blond man wielding a sledgehammer chuckled coldly twice: "Young ones, I know each of you is rash and skilled, but don’t forget, such dangerous places aren’t meant for you youngsters to enter. Don’t let your life be buried here because of impulsiveness."

"Ridiculous! Elder, don’t forget these dangerous places can’t be handled by you blond lions; when the Dark Prison resurfaced, it was supported by our Eastern Martial Artists, and what did you blond barbarians do?"

"You!" The middle-aged blond man was obviously furious.

"I’m not afraid to offend you Western blond lions. Six hundred years ago, when the Dark Prison returned, what did you Westerners do?

Five hundred years ago, when the Dark Prison reappeared, what did you do?

Three hundred years ago, the Dark Prison exploded into war, and most of our invincible warriors from the Great Eastern were buried in the Dark Prison, but what did you Western blond lions do? Probably nothing but scavenging leftovers. This isn’t a big secret; I believe you understand deep down.

Now, over a hundred years later, this explosion of the Dark Prison happens on your Western soil, but when things get real, I doubt you Western blond lions will be of any help."

The man sneered.

Calling him a blond lion at every turn made the middle-aged blond man very upset.

Indeed, everything he said was true. In those wars of the past, the Western Cultivators hadn’t done much good.

Even though he wanted to refute, he just didn’t know how.

Facts are widely known in the West; most cultivators are aware of these secrets, yet calling them secrets is an understatement—they should indeed be scandals.

"Damn! There are so many East-West scandals involved here." The handsome man with wide eyes looked incredulous; he was quite unaware of these Western scandals.

Unexpectedly, during this short stay, he heard so much; it seems they were certainly behind the times, given how many secrets stemmed from the Dark Prison’s old encounters.

"Dead Dog, when we were in the Dark Prison, we met many former kings of the East; these people might be the legendary figures lost in the Dark Prison." Lin Zifeng tilted his head and asked.

"Yeah, how could I have not thought of that?" The handsome man slapped his forehead. Indeed, when he was with Lin Zifeng invading the Dark Prison, a demon nature Holy War broke the path, and on the first level stood a king with boundless mana.

Aside from the likes of the Fool King, most of the kings were prominent figures marking Huaxia’s historical epochs, leaving indelible legends in the long Yellow River history.

Unexpectedly, by casually listening today, they imagined those people; it seems those kings in the Dark Prison are the legendary figures of Eastern history!

"No wonder many legendary figures in Eastern history mysteriously disappeared; seems it’s greatly tied to the Dark Prison."

The handsome man suddenly seemed enlightened, smacking his head in realization.

"Humph, so many legendary historical figures from Huaxia ventured into the Dark Prison, it’s no wonder the East’s overall prowess isn’t as strong as the West’s."

Lin Zifeng chuckled lightly.

Those mighty ones were symbols of certain eras, and with even one of those iconic figures vanished, how could the East compete with the West?

With this realization, Lin Zifeng felt relieved.

"Eastern young ones! You’re seeking death!"

The blond man was triggered, being a Western Cultivator, naturally responsible for upholding West’s dignity, ridiculed here by such Eastern young blood, even if the truth was undeniable, he couldn’t allow these youths to speak recklessly.

"Come, fight if you want to! When the Dark Prison fully erupts, you’ll only be good as afterthought thinkers, not even qualified as cannon fodder. Let’s have a good battle now!"

"Seeking death!"

The blond man roared angrily and swung his sledgehammer through the air; it made a piercing shriek in the atmosphere,

but his opponent squinted his eyes, and all his men rushed forward. Only then did he lift his long spear to strike at the sledgehammer.

Boom!

The long spear and the sledgehammer collided abruptly, exploding with massive energy in the Void, driving everything around, sending innocent bystanders flying.

The weaker Martial Artists were shattered by the immense energy, bodies burst open, blood splattering.

"Die!"

The blond man’s actions were quick as lightning, his right hand swung a sledgehammer fiercely towards the nearest person.

"Boom!"

The immediate hit smashed that person’s head to a pulp, brain matter, fresh blood, and torn flesh wreckage scattered everywhere.

The person didn’t even groan, immediately killed by the huge sledgehammer.

"You!"

The Eastern man holding the long spear was furious; he threw his spear aggressively, piercing a blond man in samurai attire through the throat, then jolted his right arm!

With a sound, at first, the person struggled painfully; ultimately, the throat was crushed by the spear!

Blood sprayed wildly, flesh filled the air.

Witnessing such bloody, violent combat images, even the handsome man hiding in the shadows could barely watch.

"Holy, why the need for such bloody violence in a fight? It’s something not even a Mastiff’s Lord can bear to watch." The handsome man shook his head repeatedly.

Lin Zifeng watched, his expression indifferent, but the little one in his arms was dizzy from it.

"Yiya Yiya~"

Suddenly, the little one darted out of his arms, stood afar, and babbled at the warring cultivators, amusingly, with one small hand on his hip, seemingly scolding them, babbling nonstop from the mouth.

Everyone stopped their battle, turning to look at the little one, eyes full of anger.

Lin Zifeng knew it was pointless to keep hiding, slowly revealing their figures from the shadows along with the handsome man.

"Fighting like that when the Dark Prison hasn’t fully exploded yet, killing each other among yourselves; a bit of an internal struggle isn’t it?" Lin Zifeng laughed."