Chapter 270: Pride? Do You Have Any?
"Stay there! Did I tell you to leave? I already said I will compensate you with a meal for taking your place. Are the Heavenly Saber Pavilion's people not going to give me any face?"
Shi Feng took two steps forward and asked in an authoritative manner as he watched Xiao Chen turn around and leave.
The people from the three great sects in the Great Qin Nation did not get along very well. When they met, the atmosphere was usually very tense. This was especially true for the Heavenly Saber Pavilion and the Misty Sword Sect. When the disciples of these two sects met, they normally ended up fighting, even without speaking to each other.
Of the three great sects, the total strength of the Night Spirit Palace was the lowest. If Shi Feng was able to trample all over two Heavenly Saber Pavilion disciples here, he would leave a deep impression on Mu Yanxue.
Shi Feng must be thinking these two people were only Inferior Grade Martial Saints. Furthermore, this was Xihe City; he could surely defeat them.
Xiao Chen stopped and a killing intent flashed in his eyes. His aura was withdrawn, but that did not mean there was no edge to him. Just because he wanted to be low-key did not mean he would be bullied.
Liu Suifeng whispered, "Ye Chen, this Shi Feng is the second son of the Shi Clan Head, one of the three noble clans of Xihe Province. He has an innate Martial Spirit and is already a Medial Grade Martial Saint. Among the younger generation in Xihe Province, he is a famous expert."
In a distant booth, one man and one girl dressed in the uniform of the Misty Sword Sect sat, having a drink as they chatted. When the girl saw the people across from them, she simply looked somewhere else. She could not help but feel something strange, so she looked over at Xiao Chen's group.
After she saw the situation, the girl revealed a slightly astonished expression. She whispered, "It's the Heavenly Saber Pavilion's and the Night Spirit Palace's people. The Heavenly Saber Pavilion's people will lose. They have fewer people and are weaker. Senior Brother Chi, do you recognize them?"
The man had a sword behind his back and a calm expression on his handsome face. This was the Chu Chaoyun that Xiao Chen was so fearful of.
Chu Chaoyun shook his head slightly. After he took a sip of wine, he said, "He seems familiar, but I can't think of where I have seen him. Let's continue to watch."
Xiao Chen's temperament seemed quite familiar to Chu Chaoyun. However, he could not recall where he had seen that ordinary face before.
Furthermore, Xiao Chen's Martial Spirit had now merged into his body. So Chu Chaoyun could not feel the Azure Dragon's aura. Hence, Chu Chaoyun's instinct told him he should have met him before, but he did not know who it was.
When Shi Feng saw Xiao Chen stop, a proud looked appeared on his face. He said, "Standing there is fine as well. Just don't move before we are done eating. No matter how much you want to eat, it will be on me. Junior Sister, let's go!"
After Shi Feng spoke, he led the other four people into the booth. The people on good terms with him smiled and said, "Senior Brother Shi, I did not expect you to scare two Heavenly Saber Pavilion's people into not daring to move with just a few words. You are awesome."
Shi Feng's proud expression became even more pronounced. He casually took a glance at Mu Yanxue and smiled faintly, "They are just two Inferior Grade Martial Saints. Even without the fame of my Shi Clan, I could defeat them easily. It is nothing worth respecting."
However, Mu Yanxue's expression did not change much; she gave a forced laugh. She felt something was wrong, but she just could not put a finger on it.
"I don't really want to brag, but there is no one who dares to not give any face to the Shi Clan. Just tell me if something catches your fancy in the auction. My Shi Clan will bid on your behalf. Even a Martial King would not dare mess with us," Shi Feng spoke with a smile as he walked.
Just at that moment, an intense wind blew from behind Shi Feng. There was a surging killing intent coming from behind; it was quite powerful. This frightened the five people.
Shi Feng's reaction was the fastest. The moment the heard the wind, he instantly spun around. When he saw Xiao Chen, he did not reveal any trace of panic. Instead, he was excited. He said with a faint smile, "If you did not make a move, I really would not have been able to do anything to you. Now that you dared attack me, you can forget about walking out of this Liushang Pavilion."
Xiao Chen could not be bothered about him. He increased his speed again and circulated the Dragon and Tiger Body Sculpting Art. Then, he sent a punch flying at Shi Feng's face.
Shi Feng mocked, "You actually dare show off your physical body in front of me. You are seeking death!"
After Shi Feng spoke, a green rock appeared under his feet. This was the inherited Martial Spirit of the Shi Clan-the Cyan Field Rock.
The rock turned into streaks as it quickly extended to his right hand. Soon, it transformed into a strange whirlpool in his palm.
Shi Feng clenched his palm and the whirlpool immediately disappeared. It had merged into the skin of his right hand, granting him a horrifying strength as he punched violently at Xiao Chen's fist.
When the two fists met, there was a loud, exploding sound on the quiet fourth floor. A horrifying shockwave extended out, shattering some of the surrounding tables.
Shi Feng was sent flying backward. The rock on his arm moved from his fist this his shoulder. Then it quickly exploded out and turned into a pile of rocks, falling to the ground.
Xiao Chen did not move at all; his aura surged. The bones in his body were crackling. The illusion of the dragon and tiger intertwined with each other.
Xiao Chen shouted and pushed his feet off the ground, chasing after Shi Feng without hesitation.
"How could this be? How could Shi Feng lose to this person in terms of physical body?" a Night Spirit Palace disciple asked in disbelief.
"The inherited Martial Spirit of the Shi Clan increased a cultivator's physical strength by fifty percent at most. Both strength and defense significantly increased. How could he have lost so badly?"
Mu Yanxue said nothing. She knew that Shi Feng had kicked an iron board this time.
This is good as well; this will stop him from doing stupid things in the future, Mu Yanxue affirmed to herself.
Shi Feng was extremely shocked. Since he left the sect, this was the first time he had suffered a disadvantage in terms of physical body.
The moment Shi Feng fell towards the ground, and his feet touched the floor, the Cyan Field Rock anchored him, catching him firmly and stopping him from moving back.
Shi Feng watched as Xiao Chen flew towards him with a surging aura. A trace of killing intent flashed across Shi Feng's face.
Shi Feng shouted and the cyan rock covered his entire body. The aura of the innate Martial Spirit released. All the cultivators on the fourth floor felt some pressure.
Shi Feng clenched his fist tightly and punched out. The wind from his punch broke through the air and caused a sharp roar, forming a huge cyan whirlpool in the air.
Shi Feng said coldly, "The strength of this punch has reached five thousand kilograms of force. Let's see how are you going to break it. Scram back!"
Xiao Chen's expression became grim. He roared loudly, like that of a dragon and tiger, piercing through the sky. His body was covered in a faintly golden glow. The illusion of a tiger and dragon quickly merged into his fist.
"Great Dragon Tiger Fist, Dragon Hisses Tiger Roars!"
Under the circulation of the Dragon and Tiger Body Sculpting Art, the force of this punch was the strongest punch Xiao Chen could throw; it carried a force of nine thousand kilograms.
When the fists met, there was heaven-shaking sound. The surface of the cyan rock cracked and shattered. The shockwave generated turned it into powder and scatter it in the wind.
Shi Feng vomited a large mouthful of blood. His body flew back heavily like a bag of sand.
Shi Feng crashed through the wall of the fourth floor with a loud bang and landed on the third floor.
When Shi Feng landed in a miserable state, the guests on the third floor all moved aside.
The people who recognized Shi Feng were incomparably shocked. They did not know who had the guts to attack the Shi Clan's people in Xihe Province.
Xiao Chen dropped through the hole in the wall, and his figure flashed in the air. He stepped on Shi Feng's chest, pushing the struggling man back to the ground.
Shi Feng vomited another mouthful of blood and coughed a few times. He pointed at Xiao Chen and said in fright, "Let go of me quickly. Otherwise, you can forget about leaving Xihe City alive."
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and ignored him. He said in a deep voice, "You want to use my status as a Heavenly Saber Pavilion core disciple to chase after a girl. Unfortunately, you used the wrong target.
"You are not even worth me drawing my saber."
Just as he spoke, Xiao Chen kicked Shi Feng's waist viciously, not holding back anything.
Shi Feng, who was unable to resist, was kicked into the air. He flew in an arc and accurately went through the third floor's window, falling directly onto the street.
Up on the fourth floor of Liushang Pavilion, Chu Chaoyun smiled faintly as he watched Xiao Chen. "So, it is him. I was wondering why I could not find him. So, he ran to the Heavenly Saber Pavilion."
The girl sitting across from Chu Chaoyun asked out of curiosity, "Senior Brother Chu, is that someone you know?"
Chu Chaoyun got up and smiled gently, "It's an old friend. Anywhere, he goes will not be peaceful. He is like a sharp saber. Even if you place him in a scabbard, the radiance he reveals the instant he is drawn is shocking."
When Mu Yanxue saw Shi Feng fly out the window from the hole in the wall, her expressions changed. She quickly said, "Go down and stop him. If he escapes, it will not be easy to answer to the Shi Clan."
The noble clans had close relationships with the various big sects. They had a relationship akin to that of an alliance, such as the Yun Clan with the Heavenly Saber Pavilion, the Yan Clan with the Misty Sword Sect, and the Shi Clan with the Night Spirit Palace.
Hence, Mu Yanxue could not simply sit and watch. If Xiao Chen swaggered off after he humiliated Shi Feng like that, the Night Spirit Palace could give an account to the Shi Clan if they decided to pursue the matter.
The four people all drew their weapons and quickly jumped through the hole. Each of them took a corner and surrounded Xiao Chen.
Liu Suifeng was about to jump down to help, but he discovered a hand on his shoulder stopping him from doing so.
Liu Suifeng's expression changed and he looked back and exclaimed, "Chu Chaoyun! Why are you here?!"
The Misty Sword Sect's top expert...the eternal rival of the Heavenly Saber Pavilion, Liu Suifeng was very familiar with this person's appearance. However, he had only seen drawings of him. This was his first time seeing him in person.
Chu Chaoyun smiled and said, "Don't be nervous; your friend will be fine. If you go down, you will only make things worst."
Chu Chaoyun's words were very gentle; there was no killing intent or any aura emitted. However, it caused Liu Suifeng to feel a formless pressure, making him not dare to move.
The customers on the third floor all already left. However, they were not far away; they were on the second floor watching the excitement.
"So, it is the Heavenly Saber Pavilion's people and the Night Spirit Palace's people fighting each other. However, why is there only one person from the Heavenly Saber Pavilion? It is dangerous to fight one against four."