This cocky young man relied on his powerful cultivation, completely dismissing Chu Feng as a nobody.
"Disciple, no! Co back!"
Others might not know Chu Feng’s prowess, but Supre Elder Feng Zhenqing definitely did.
On that day when Liehuo Sect imprisoned Chu Feng, he witnessed Chu Feng’s might firsthand. Even the Supre Sword God of the Dragon Slayer Sect from Azure Dragon Heavenly Kingdom couldn’t handle Chu Feng. In the end, he even took down one of them.
Such a figure, even Feng Zhenqing dared not be too careless.
Feng Zhenqing’s disciple, unaware of the danger, was courting death.
Still thinking highly of himself, he unleashed his Sword Domain, intending to crush Chu Feng.
In the end, as soon as Chu Feng made his move, he panicked.
Because in front of Chu Feng, his Sword Domain was as fragile as paper, crushed in an instant. Then, he watched helplessly as Chu Feng’s large hand swung towards his face.
And he couldn’t dodge an inch.
Smack! Smack!
Two crisp, loud slaps rang out, and the cocky young man held his face in shock.
"You, you actually hit ? And you slapped my face! Damn it, I’ll fight you to the death!" The young man was stunned by a one-star Sword God, Chu Feng, in front of so many people.
He felt his dignity trampled by Chu Feng.
"Then I’ll try another way!"
Chu Feng promptly followed with a powerful kick.
Bang!
The young man seed cursed, unable to dodge at all. He took a solid kick to the groin, his face turning ashen with pain.
"Ow~!"
His body bent like a shrimp, and with a scream, he retreated hastily.
He had already hidden behind Feng Zhenqing.
This guy was all talk. Just a mont ago, he wanted to fight Chu Feng to the death, but after taking a few hits, he finally cald down.
Now he knew fear.
Terrified, he hid behind Feng Zhenqing, glaring at Chu Feng with hateful eyes.
"Master, you must avenge , stand up for your disciple! Boo-hoo..." The young man cried in distress, the two big slaps on his face only superficial pain. The main damage was psychological.
And the kick to his groin nearly made him pass out from the pain.
His vision swirled with stars, and cold sweat dripped down.
"You want your master to avenge you?" Chu Feng sneered, looking playfully at Feng Zhenqing. Simultaneously, a Grade Eight Fla Burst Pill appeared in his hand.
This was pure confidence.
Supre Elder Feng Zhenqing watched, his eyelids twitching wildly.
Despite his First Tribulation Supre Sword God level cultivation, he was still alard facing an Eighth Grade Talismanic Elixir.
The more powerful soone is, the more they fear death.
He rembered clearly when Chu Feng, at Liehuo Sect, threw an Eighth Grade Fla Burst Pill, instantly killing a Supre Elder from the Dragon Slayer Sect.
"Ahem... With a formidable enemy ahead, we should work together unitedly against the threat. As for personal grievances, let’s put them aside for now."
"Disciple, don’t worry, your master will surely avenge you in the future."
Feng Zhenqing did not dare to make a move against Chu Feng.
He could only find an excuse to back down.
"Elder Feng is absolutely right; only by uniting can we win this war! I see everyone must be weary from the journey. Why not rest in the camp for a bit? I will assign you to various military units shortly."
Divine General Ling Feng quickly diated.
He did not want the reinforcents from the two sects to start fighting.
"Soone, take the brave mbers of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to settle in the camp." Upon Divine General Ling Feng’s command, a Vice General imdiately led Chu Feng and the others to the barracks to rest.
Rows of barracks housed the soldiers of the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Country.
Their cultivations varied in strength.
They even saw nurous wounded, so lying on simple wooden boards, wounds wrapped in bandages. So seriously injured soldiers looked downright shocking.
Chu Feng saw several wounded with missing legs.
Others had sword wounds to the chest and abdon, with bandages there stained with blood.
As for those with a severed arm, they could be considered lucky.
At least they could still move freely.
Those with severed legs might end up crippled for life. They would need crutches to walk.
...
The brutality of war was vividly displayed here.
"There are 400 of you; each barrack accommodates fifty. There are a total of eight barracks here, you can distribute yourselves." Perhaps due to underestimating this group of experts from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.
The distributed barracks were the most basic kind.
And they had to squeeze fifty people into one barrack, making the living conditions very harsh.
It was hard to accept for Chu Feng, who had to share a barrack with his two wives and a large group of n.
"General, can you provide with a small private barrack? I’m with my two wives, and it’s really inconvenient!" Chu Feng requested.
The person glanced at Chu Feng coldly and replied icily, "Do you think you’re here on a leisurely tour? Let tell you, you’re here to fight a war. Expecting a private barrack is a pretty far-fetched idea."
At Chu Feng’s status, being reproached like this by a regular Deputy General was unbearable.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and calmly said, "If it’s difficult to provide with a private barrack, then a tent would do, just large enough for and my two wives."
This was already a very modest request.
Keep in mind, the Princess of the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Country had once invited Chu Feng to beco a Third Grade God General, and he had declined.
"What’s with you? Think you’re amazing just because you’re strong, able to ignore military rules at will?"
"Let tell you, not a chance!"
"The Ten Thousand Sword Sect only sent you few for support, without a single Supre Elder. Being given eight barracks is already quite generous."
The deputy general rolled his eyes, spitting everywhere as he ranted.
He scolded Chu Feng violently with harsh words.
The four hundred experts from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect who ca to help all looked displeased.
"Then why are they allowed private barracks?" Chu Feng pointed to the distance.
There, a special area was set up with several individual barracks. Chu Feng could clearly see that the Supre Elder Feng Zhenqing from Liehuo Sect and the several Nine-star Sword Gods from Liehuo Sect each had their own private barracks.
If rules were to be adhered to, it should be fair and equal for everyone.
If people from Liehuo Sect enjoyed privileges, then Ten Thousand Sword Sect should not be inferior.
"Liehuo Sect ca with a Supre Sword God and nine Nine-star Sword Gods; giving them a few private barracks shows respect for them. If you’re envious, then cultivate to their level! In battle, Elder Feng Zhenqing can handle ten enemies himself, can you?"
"Kid, no matter where you are, power speaks the loudest. Want a private barrack? Earn it through battle rits!"
With that, the deputy general stopped speaking with Chu Feng and turned to leave.
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