"Come, everyone, watch closely! Today, I, Feng Baixue, am going to teach this arrogant out-of-towner a lesson!"
Let them experience firsthand what a true Saint-level cultivation technique is like.
Feng Baixue stood in the courtyard, rolled up his sleeves, and ostentatiously invited everyone to watch him beat up the outsiders.
Upon seeing this, the locals were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, eager to see the big shot give these outsiders who were competing with them for their jobs a shock from the holy land.
"Lord Feng, unleash the power of your top ten warriors and let the light of the Holy Domain shine upon the earth. Let's teach these arrogant outsiders a lesson."
"The Lord of Feng City is a master of cultivation. According to him, everything he has learned is a unique skill that has been passed down through the ages. It is no problem for him to deal with a small sect like the Six Doors."
"Of course, our city lord also said that his cultivation technique is the best in the world for nearly a hundred years. If Heaven had not created him, Feng Baixue, the cultivation world would have been shrouded in eternal darkness."
How could those frogs at the bottom of the well possibly compare to this?
"Let's see what kind of ridiculous face Liang Hao will show after he gets beaten up by City Lord Feng."
The locals' sense of superiority instantly surged, and they passionately declared that they wanted to see the outsiders suffer a humiliation.
Looking at this group of locals exuding an over-the-top, adolescent aura, Liang Hao felt a huge surge of emotions.
"You look down on people from other places, huh? Well, today I'm going to smash your rice bowls!"
Having made up his mind, Liang Hao stood five steps away from Feng Baixue, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Liang Hao of the Six Doors, please enlighten me."
Feng Baixue struck a pose and confidently said, "Words are useless. Just use whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, and I'll show you whether I, Feng Baixue, am worthy of my reputation..."
Bang--
No sooner had he finished speaking than Liang Hao unleashed a move called "Frosty Scars".
With a muffled roar, Feng Baixue clutched her stomach, stood on her knees, and moved backward in the air for more than ten steps before kneeling heavily on the ground.
The cheers and shouts of encouragement suddenly stopped, and the scene became deathly silent.
Feng Baixue's expression was as unpleasant as if she were constipated.
"That's it? A local?"
Liang Hao was greatly disappointed. This guy was just a smooth talker; he hadn't even shown a fraction of his strength before he was defeated.
"Take another punch from me!"
"Wait!"
Just as Liang Hao was about to end the fight with one punch, Feng Baixue suddenly raised her hand to stop him.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say before you die?"
Liang Hao asked.
"Young man, I was careless just now and fell into your trap because I wasn't prepared. Do you dare to fight me fair and square?"
Liang Hao was shocked upon hearing this.
You were the one who said you were going to start, and now you're the one saying you're not ready?
"Damn, I've finally seen what it means to have a face thicker than a city wall."
Just then, thunderous cheers erupted all around again.
"That's right, our city lord wasn't ready yet, and you launched a sneak attack. Outsiders really have no sportsmanship at all."
"If you've got the guts, make our Lord Feng stand up, and we'll beat you to a pulp!"
"They weren't even ready, and you just attacked. That's shameless."
"That's outrageous! According to our City Lord Feng, once his protective aura is activated, even a Great Emperor cultivator would find it difficult to budge him. This guy is clearly afraid, which is why he chose to launch a sneak attack."
Faced with the jeers and jeers all around him, Liang Hao's face grew increasingly gloomy.
He's always liked to show off, when has he ever been ridiculed like this?
We must win this game today.
So he withdrew his fist and took a few steps back, calmly saying to Feng Baixue, "Fine, I'll give you enough time to prepare. Just say what you want to start, and we'll start. Are you satisfied now?"
"good!"
Feng Baixue roared, straightened up, exhaled a breath of stale air, and then spread her hands.
"Bring me my knife!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the 77-pound Snow Spirit Blade was already in his hand.
"I, Feng Baixue, am proficient in all kinds of weapons and am known as one of the top ten martial artists. However, swordsmanship is my weakest skill."
"As long as you can defeat the blade in my hand, then Lingxiao City will absolutely not stop your Six Doors from opening a sect in Huayang."
"Enough with the nonsense, are you ready yet?!"
"You brat, take this!"
Feng Baixue roared and unleashed a move called "Snowflakes Covered in White".
"snort!"
With a deep shout, Liang Hao shifted his foot half a step back the instant his blade struck down.
The blade fell just three inches from his face.
Bang--
The blade struck the ground, causing a half-foot crack in the earth.
But just as Feng Baixue was about to raise his knife, Liang Hao stepped on the back of the blade.
"you……"
"The frosty wind blows against my face."
boom--
Without saying a word, Liang Hao punched Feng Baixue in the face.
In an instant, Feng Baixue's body spun and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
"Here's your knife back!"
He kicked the Snow Spirit Blade under his feet, and the blade immediately rose into the air, striking Feng Baixue directly in the chest.
puff--
He spat out a mouthful of blood, which drew a bloody arc in the air.
After Feng Baixue fell to the ground, everyone looked at him intently.
This old comrade, who claimed to have plunged the cultivation world into eternal darkness, has completely passed out.
"snort--"
Liang Hao shouted disdainfully.
This time, no one dared to say a word.
Feng Baixue is a Supreme Rank 3 expert, yet she couldn't even withstand a single move from her opponent?
Just how awesome is this out-of-towner?
Even Ao Shuyu, who had always been at odds with Feng Baixue, was now deeply feared by Liang Hao and dared not make any further moves, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible to avoid attracting attention.
"Who else is dissatisfied? Locals? Haha, what I hate most is a group of local people who look down on outsiders.
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