Qiao Feng wanted to kill Abbot Xuanci, but someone forbade it—Guo Jing.

Guo Jing believed that Shaolin Temple produced eminent monks, and there might be some inside story. It was irrational for Chief Qiao to kill someone rashly without asking clearly.

He immediately flew onto the arena and shouted, "Chief Qiao, please stop!"

"Get out of here!"

When Qiao Feng gets angry, he doesn't give face to anyone.

Guo Jing was also furious and said in a deep voice, "Chief Qiao, if you are being unreasonable, don't blame me for offending you."

Qiao Feng declared, "Today I will kill Xuan Ci! Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

With a loud shout, he increased the force of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Guo Jing was shocked and hurriedly stepped in to stop him, also using the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Qiao Feng immediately changed direction and unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms at Guo Jing.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms clashed with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and the Dragon Regrets clashed with the Dragon Regrets.

The surge of true energy affected countless people.

Murong Fu, Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang, Tan Gong and Tan Po, Zhao Qiansun were all on the arena when they were immediately overturned by the aftershocks of the palm strike.

"Such powerful palm strike."

"What a terrifying pair."

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are indeed the best in the world."

"I wonder if Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are more powerful, or Qiao Feng's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are more powerful."

The crowd below was discussing the outcome of the battle.

Guo Jing was defeated.

Guo Jing was sent flying several feet backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ah, this...

The entire audience was shocked and could not believe what they were seeing.

"The great hero Guo Jing was actually... beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Qiao Feng?"

"Master Guo is a figure of the Five Greats level."

"Moreover, he also possesses the Nine Yin Manual."

"Besides the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, what other internal energy techniques did Qiao Feng practice that were so powerful?!"

"Damn Qiao Feng, damn Khitans! How dare they injure Master Guo? Do they want to compete for the title of Martial Arts Alliance Leader?"

Qiao Feng heard all the discussions. He frowned and said to Guo Jing from a distance, "You held back, otherwise, I might not have been able to hurt you."

Guo Jing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I only wanted to stop Chief Qiao, not to hurt him."

“But I’m going to kill Xuan Ci. I will not hold back.”

Qiao Feng, full of vigor, declared to the heroes of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Anyone who dares to come up and stop me will be dealt with without mercy."

Well……

Everyone was intimidated and dared not make any rash moves.

"Xuan Ci, die."

Qiao Feng raised his palm again and struck Abbot Xuanci on the head with a single blow, shattering Abbot Xuanci's skull and killing him instantly.

Guo Jing closed his eyes helplessly; in the end, he couldn't stop it. He had done all he could.

"No!" Ye Erniang lunged at Abbot Xuanci.

Qiao Feng turned around angrily and shouted, "And you, you deserve to die too!"

He unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to kill Ye Erniang.

"Ye Lao Er, be careful."

Duan Yanqing hurriedly made a move, shooting his One-Finger Divine Skill at Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng dodged the One-Finger Divine Skill, but his palm strike was undiminished, instantly killing Ye Erniang.

Even after Ye Erniang and Abbot Xuanci died together, Qiao Feng did not stop killing.

"You also had a part in Yanmen Pass thirty years ago."

Qiao Feng used his Dragon-Capturing Skill to pull Tan Gong, Tan Po, Zhao Qiansun, and the other two over in one go.

"Ah, no, the leader encouraged me to do it."

“I didn’t hurt your father at all.”

"Qiao Feng, stay calm and talk to me gently."

Qiao Feng, his eyes bloodshot with rage, roared, "There's nothing to say. Go down and apologize to my parents."

With a sharp twist of his wrist, a cracking sound rang out, and the throats of all three were crushed, killing them instantly.

Qiao Feng looked up at the sky and said, "Father, Mother, your son has avenged you. Rest in peace."

Below the arena, people were talking amongst themselves, whispering and criticizing Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng turned around angrily, "Do you think I, Qiao, am wicked and indiscriminately killing innocent people? I only kill those who deserve to die. I will never touch those who are related or irrelevant."

Xu Zhu, the child of Abbot Xuanci and Ye Erniang?

Qiao Feng believed that the child had done nothing wrong by his parents' mistakes, and it was alright to let him go.

If Xu Zhu wants to seek revenge in the future, let him come.

"Brother, are you alright?" Duan Yu asked weakly from below.

Qiao Feng looked in the direction of the voice and realized that his sworn brother was also there. He couldn't help but smile wryly: "Sworn brother, did your fierce appearance scare you?"

"No, I'm just worried that my brother might lose his temper and hurt innocent people."

"No, my sworn brother, today I have avenged myself and am leaving the Song Dynasty. I'm afraid we won't have many chances to meet again in the future."

"Big brother, where are you going?"

"Perhaps, Yanmen Pass."

Qiao Feng said sadly, "Let's go over there and pay our respects to my father and mother."

Lin Bufan leaned against the horizontal bar at the edge of the arena and said leisurely, "Chief Qiao, your father isn't dead, so why are you worshipping him?"

"What did you say? My parents aren't dead?"

Qiao Feng turned his head in confusion and looked at Lin Bufan, thinking to himself, "I finally avenged my parents, and now you're telling me they're not dead?"

“Your mother is dead, but your father is not,” Lin Bufan corrected earnestly.

At the same time, he glanced at Murong Fu with a playful look, "Young Master Murong, you probably don't know that your father is still alive."

Murong Fu was truly unaware of this, and was extremely shocked and incredulous.

"Nonsense, my father is dead, he's been dead for thirty years."

"You don't believe me?"

Lin Bufan said in a serious tone, "Go and see the Shaolin Temple in the Northern Song Dynasty. Your two fathers are secretly reading the scriptures and secret manuals in the Sutra Pavilion and having a great time."

"Our father...is in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository?"

Qiao Feng and Murong Fu exchanged bewildered glances and asked Lin Bufan in unison, "Is this really true?"

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!