CHAPTER 567: 558

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Fatty watched the scene unfold with an unmistakable smug satisfaction.

"Quick, save them!"

Qin Feiyang glanced at him and plunged into the skeleton horde, aiming directly for Ren Wushuang.

Wherever he passed, skeletons fell in droves!

"Feiyang."

Ren Wushuang, who was fighting the skeletons, saw Qin Feiyang and a ray of joy surfaced on her face.

The others also noticed Qin Feiyang.

Seeing him in the skeleton horde, as if in an uninhabited territory, they were all rendered incredulous.

After a few short moments, Qin Feiyang, cutting through the skeleton horde like a hot knife through butter, made his way to Ren Wushuang’s side, shielding her behind him.

"How did you do this?"

Ren Wushuang looked at the fallen skeletons that couldn’t stand up, her captivating eyes filled with shock and question.

The others also turned to Qin Feiyang, their faces a mix of astonishment and delight.

"You guys are too stupid if you don’t even know this," Fatty scorned.

People immediately glared at him in disgust.

"What did Master Fatty say wrong?"

"The Boss and I had already found their weakness, and you guys, with more than five hundred here, still haven’t? If that’s not stupidity, what is?"

Fatty laughed mockingly, sauntering among the skeletons, looking completely at ease.

"Weakness?" the crowd questioned in surprise.

"Their weakness is the flame in their eye sockets. Scatter the flame, and they will completely perish," Qin Feiyang reminded.

"Is that so?"

The crowd, though doubtful, tried it out and it worked!

Immediately, they all started slaughtering the skeletons as if injected with chicken blood.

Ren Wushuang glanced distastefully at those people and whispered, "Feiyang, you shouldn’t have told them about the skeleton’s weakness."

"Why do you say that?" Qin Feiyang looked puzzled.

"Not long ago, Dongfang Wuheng sensed that you were fighting over there and suggested bringing everyone to support you. However, aside from me, Shen Mei, and Lu Xingchen, no one else wanted to go..."

Ren Wushuang gave Qin Feiyang and Fatty a detailed recount of what had happened.

"Son of a bitch!" Fatty erupted. "Boss, see? We kindly went to scout for them, but they didn’t care if we lived or died! Shameless scoundrels like them aren’t worth our protection!"

Listening to Ren Wushuang’s account, Fatty was beside himself with anger.

His words, spoken openly, clearly reached the ears of those around him.

Instantly, some people turned red with shame, feeling guilty. Others glared furiously at Fatty.

"Oh, you still have the audacity to glare at Master Fatty?"

"Master Fatty may be shameless, but at least I’m open and upright. Unlike you lot, acting like gentlemen on the surface but proving to be scoundrels behind the scenes."

"If I had known earlier, I would never have let Boss worry about you lot," Fatty scoffed.

"As if we need your help?"

"That’s right, don’t think too highly of yourselves."

"Even without your reminder, we would have found the skeletons’ weakness."

Some of them quickly retorted.

"Oh!" Fatty gave an angry laugh. "So, after all this, it turns out *we* were the ones meddling?"

They had helped them, and not only did they not receive a single word of gratitude, but they were also being unreasonably blamed. It was simply outrageous.

"Enough," Qin Feiyang patted Fatty on the shoulder. "Since they say we’re meddling, we just won’t bother in the future. There’s no need to argue with them."

"Argue?" Fatty shook off Qin Feiyang’s hand and said, "Master Fatty isn’t arguing. I’m just really pissed off."

"So, what do you want to do?" Murong Xiong crushed a few skeletons near him, turned his head towards Fatty, and glared at him.

"What to do?" Fatty scoffed repeatedly. "You’re the most shameless one! Calling yourself a King? I’d say you’re more like a bear."

"Say that again if you dare!" Murong Xiong quickly stepped forward until he was right in front of Fatty, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

Fatty smirked and said, "Not just once, I’ll say it as many times as I want. Murong Gouxiong, what do you want?"

"You’re asking to die? I’ll grant you your wish!" Murong Xiong’s eyes filled with murderous intent as he aggressively reached out to strike Fatty.

"So, just because someone makes a mistake, they can’t be criticized?" Qin Feiyang spoke calmly, but his gaze was icy cold.

WHOOSH!

At that moment, Dongfang Wuheng abruptly appeared, grabbed Murong Xiong’s arm, and said in a deep voice, "Am I the captain, or are you?"

"Stop trying to use your position as captain to intimidate me! Let go, or I’ll deal with you too!" Murong Xiong snapped, clearly not taking Dongfang Wuheng seriously.

"Oh, is that so?" Dongfang Wuheng let go of him and said, "Commander Wang Hong and City Lord Jiang Qianqing should still be around. Do you want us to go back and discuss this with them now?"

Murong Xiong’s pupils contracted. He looked at Qin Feiyang and Fatty, then sneered, "A word of advice for you two: you’d better behave. It’s a long journey, and anything can happen."

Qin Feiyang raised an eyebrow. In full public view, this was a blatant threat! Did he really think Qin Feiyang was a pushover? Although the Old Master and Wang Hong had repeatedly told them to prioritize peace, some people just wouldn’t behave unless you fought them.

"No time like the present," Qin Feiyang declared. "I might as well find out just how powerful our Inner Hall King is right now."

"Huh?"

At his words, the entire crowd was astonished. They even stopped dealing with the surrounding skeletons.

As a result, several individuals with low cultivation were killed on the spot by the skeletons’ bone claws.

Murong Xiong also turned around, his face filled with bewilderment as he looked at Qin Feiyang, as if he were looking at an imbecile. Does he even know who I am? Does he know how strong I am? How dare he provoke me?

Panic-stricken, Dongfang Wuheng eliminated several skeletons and shouted angrily, "We haven’t even dealt with all these skeletons yet! Can’t the two of you just calm down?"

"It’s not me causing trouble; he’s the one asking for death," Murong Xiong responded with a cold sneer.

Qin Feiyang laughed, "Whether it’s a death wish or not, let’s find out."

"Fine! Let’s see just how capable you really are." Murong Xiong, over two meters tall, released an intimidating aura.

"Merely a one-star War Ancestor?" Qin Feiyang whispered.

Upon hearing this, Murong Xiong burst into a rage, retorting sullenly, "Correct, I’m only a one-star War Ancestor, but I can still defeat you effortlessly!"

BOOM!

The moment he finished speaking, Murong Xiong strode forward with overwhelming momentum, sending the encroaching skeletons flying.

Then, he launched a punch towards Qin Feiyang, his eyes gleaming with chilling killing intent!

"They’re really fighting," the crowd observed, astounded.

"Don’t worry about them! Let’s deal with these skeletons quickly," Dongfang Wuheng said, highly irritated.

He was, at least nominally, the captain, personally appointed by the various magnates and the Old Master. Even if they didn’t respect him, they should respect his backers, right? Yet, these two completely ignored his existence. Truthfully, when the Old Master had chosen him as captain, he had anticipated such incidents, but he hadn’t expected them so soon. Since he couldn’t control them, he might as well not bother. It wasn’t him who would suffer in the end, so there was no need to undertake such a thankless task.

Meanwhile, Qin Feiyang also struck out with his palm, which radiated a dazzling golden light.

Both of them were full of vigor, neither giving way to the other!

When their fist and palm collided, an earth-shattering noise erupted!

SPURT!

Immediately following, Murong Xiong spat out a mouthful of blood and, like a meteorite, was violently hurled into a hill behind them.

With a loud rumble, the hill shattered, and a deep pit appeared in the ground.

"What?"

Everyone was stupefied once again. They had imagined the outcome would be Qin Feiyang being blasted away by Murong Xiong’s punch. But they never, ever expected that it would be Murong Xiong sent flying by Qin Feiyang’s palm! Everyone knew Qin Feiyang’s talent in alchemy was unparalleled. Who could have imagined his combat strength was also so formidable?

SWOOSH!

Having sent Murong Xiong flying with a palm strike, Qin Feiyang activated his Phantom Step and landed in front of Murong Xiong. Not giving him any chance to counterattack, he stomped his foot hard on Murong Xiong’s chest.

SPURT! Murong Xiong suffered another blow. His internal energy roiled, his heart was damaged, and he coughed up mouthfuls of bloody foam.

He then looked down at Murong Xiong and said indifferently, "Now tell me, who is helpless?"

"You’re just an Eight-star War Emperor! How can you be so strong?" Murong Xiong stared in disbelief.

"So what if I’m an Eight-star War Emperor?" Qin Feiyang retorted. "I’ve killed Two-star War Ancestors before, let alone a little runt like you. The reason I didn’t act against you in the Inner Hall was because I didn’t want to waste my energy or look for trouble. Did you really think you were invincible?"

Qin Feiyang sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

"When did he kill a Two-star War Ancestor?" one person wondered aloud, while another added, "How have we not heard about this?"

Hearing his claim, everyone was profoundly shocked, including Lu Xingchen and Ren Wushuang!

Master Fatty also walked over to the pit, looked down at Murong Xiong, and scorned, "We usually can’t be bothered with a jumping clown like you, but unfortunately, you didn’t know your place and were just asking for a beating."

"I’m a runt?" Murong Xiong muttered, then, "I’m a jumping clown?"

He was instantly filled with shame and rage, suddenly releasing an aura even more frightening than before.

"Activating your Battle Soul?" With a chilling smirk on his face, Qin Feiyang grabbed Blue Snow and swung it directly towards Murong Xiong’s neck.

"Junior Brother Qin, show mercy!" Dongfang Wuheng quickly yelled upon seeing the situation. "A little fighting is one thing, but you can’t take a life!"

Murong Xiong was also terrified and yelled out in panic, "Junior Brother Qin, don’t kill me..."

Qin Feiyang’s arm halted, the mockery on his face deepening. Blue Snow stopped just above Murong Xiong’s neck, only half an inch away, ready to end his life at any moment.

Master Fatty chuckled and said, "Scared now? Will you still dare to act so arrogantly in front of us in the future?"

"`I won’t dare! I won’t dare anymore...`" Between his life and his pride, Murong Xiong unhesitatingly chose life.

Qin Feiyang put away Blue Snow, leaped over, and landed beside Master Fatty. He said calmly, "I don’t mind if you seek revenge on me, but don’t resort to petty tricks."

"Yes, yes, yes." Murong Xiong kept nodding, clambering up from the ground with great difficulty, but deep within his eyes, a flash of vicious resentment flickered.

Dongfang Wuheng glanced at Qin Feiyang and said, "Alright, the farce should end now. Let’s help eliminate these skeletons!"

"Murong Gouxiong, did you see that? How commendable is Senior Brother Wuhen’s conduct?" Fatty said, turning to the disgraced King. "You should learn more from him. Only if you respect others will others respect you. I really can’t understand. You’re both Kings from the Inner Hall, so why is there such a huge difference between you?"

Master Fatty shook his head, sighing with deep emotion.