Urban Most Awesome Dad-Chapter 783
Chapter 783: Chapter 782 Feng Zhiyuan_1 Chapter 783: Chapter 782 Feng Zhiyuan_1 A grey figure whisked by from a distance, its entire body exuding an astonishing pressure as it raised a palm toward Bu Zhiwen, and a blazing, crimson flame howled towards him.
Even those far away couldn’t help but feel the danger, exclaiming in alarm.
If Bu Zhiwen were to take this palm strike, he would undoubtedly perish on the spot!
If the grey-robed person’s intent was merely to stop Bu Zhiwen from inflicting further injury on Wang Junde, there was absolutely no need to strike with such ferocity.
However, even if Bu Zhiwen chose to dodge or flee, it would still undoubtedly result in his death!
The reason was simple; because the grey-robed person was a peak Tongtian powerhouse, while even if Bu Zhiwen was exceptionally strong amongst his peers, he was merely a junior in front of him!
The discrepancy in power between the two was vast!
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Yet even so, Bu Zhiwen remained calm and collected, not dodging or evading, but instead continued to chop off Wang Junde’s fingers!
“Hiss!”
Blood gushed forth.
Then followed the agonized wails of Wang Junde!
A beautiful arc of red traced through the air, falling four or five meters away.
The finger, fresh with blood, rolled on the ground.
“Damn it!” The grey-robed person, upon seeing this scene, flew into a rage, his eyes bulging in fury and his aura surged, becoming increasingly terrifying.
Everyone felt as if their eardrums would burst.
“Haha, Wang Xuanfeng, to intervene so heavy-handedly is bullying the weak, shameless!”
Just as the crimson fire was about to crash down on Bu Zhiwen, a clear and sonorous voice rang out.
Simultaneously, something transparent, like glass, stood in front of Bu Zhiwen; in an instant, the crimson fire and the glass-like object fiercely collided!
“Boom!”
The sound of shattering echoed.
The crimson flames burst, twinkling like fireworks.
In a moment, the crimson flames had entirely dissipated, while the glass, thin as a cicada wing, remained as before, without even a scratch.
Clearly, the master of this cicada wing-thin barrier possessed a level of strength higher than that of Wang Xuanfeng.
“Who are you!?”
The grey-robed Wang Xuanfeng appeared instantly beside Wang Junde, shielding him with his body, warily eyeing the figure opposite.
At this moment, a young man in white clothing, wearing a smile, slowly walked forward.
With one step, he crossed into the void.
Instead of falling, a lotus flower made of ice bloomed beneath his foot.
The young man proceeded unhurriedly to the other side, flowers sprouting with each step, a beautiful sight, almost unreal.
He was clearly stepping into the void, yet it was as if he were walking on solid ground.
At the sight of such a masterful control over the ice element, Wang Xuanfeng was taken aback, and his hands under the grey robe involuntarily tightened as he enunciated three words, pausing after each one.
“Feng, Zhi, Yuan?”
“Feng Zhiyuan?”
“Hey, who is Feng Zhiyuan?
How come I’ve never heard of him?”
“My goodness—I remember now, over twenty years ago, the old Sect Master of the Fenghuo Sect was defeated by a mysterious man in white with a single move, and that person’s name seemed to be Feng Zhiyuan!”
“It’s impossible!
More than twenty years ago?
But he looks to be just over twenty now.”
“…..”
Xu Fan listened intently to the discussions around him, his interest piqued as he watched Feng Zhiyuan.
When Xu Fan’s Divine Sense swept over Feng Zhiyuan’s body, Feng Zhiyuan actually sensed it, turned his head towards Xu Fan’s direction with a slight frown, as if puzzled, but he did not investigate further and withdrew his gaze almost immediately.
Xu Fan retracted his Divine Sense, his face revealing a smile that was not quite a smile.
Feng Zhiyuan had an aura similar to that of Zhu Yangyuan and Zhulong; it was quite special, different from that of Ancient Martial Artists.
It appeared Feng Zhiyuan must have also come from the Great Wilderness Immortal Realm, and his age was not merely in the early twenties as his appearance suggested.
Judging by his physique, he was at least over two hundred years old!
Wang Xuanfeng quickly tapped a few points on Wang Junde’s chest and arms; his complexion was somewhat pale, he looked at Feng Zhiyuan with apprehension and asked, deliberately pausing between words, “Feng Zhiyuan, what exactly do you want to do!”
Clearly lacking confidence.
“Ha ha, what do I mean?
Wang Xuanfeng, do you not know that the Hero’s Banquet stresses fairness?
Your son lost fair and square.
Unconvinced, he tried to strike from behind and kill him.
Bu Zhiwen was merciful just breaking his finger.
Yet you, regardless of your status, attacked a junior,” Feng Zhiyuan said while he effortlessly landed beside Bu Zhiwen, looking at Wang Xuanfeng with a cold smirk, “I’m rather curious, what exactly do you want to do?”
Feng Zhiyuan’s words were not heavy, even somewhat light, but they made Wang Xuanfeng’s heart flutter with fear.
Wang Xuanfeng’s mind flashed back to twenty years ago when the Fenghuo Sect was still a top-tier martial arts sect.
The old Sect Master of the Fenghuo Sect, Luo Li, was already a well-established powerful figure who had reached the Half-Step Dongxu Realm.
However, he was defeated on the spot, his arm severed by a sword strike from Feng Zhiyuan!
After Feng Zhiyuan had severed Luo Li’s right arm, he split the sect’s plaque into two with another sword strike.
The chilling Sword Qi was so terrifying that to this day, the Sword Qi marks were still etched deeply into the stone at the mountain gate.
Since then, the Fenghuo Sect had begun to decline, consistently descending, from being a top-tier power to second-tier, and now they were barely scraping the bottom of the second-tier, at the risk of falling into the third-tier at any moment!
With his current capabilities, Wang Xuanfeng was at best equivalent to Luo Li back then.
Facing Feng Zhiyuan, he had no chance of winning, let alone the courage to make a move.
“Feng Zhiyuan,” despite how nervous he was, Wang Xuanfeng still mustered the courage to ask, “Why are you getting involved in this matter?”
Feng Zhiyuan glanced at Wang Xuanfeng before asking in return, “Wang Xuanfeng, do you know why I suddenly attacked the Fenghuo Sect twenty years ago?”
“I do not!”
Wang Xuanfeng looked at him puzzled and uncertain.
Why would he suddenly ask this question?
“I’ve been searching for my old friend’s son for many years.
After searching for so long, I finally found him at the Fenghuo Sect, enduring days more miserable than a dog’s.
A small child, six or seven years old, was sweeping snow in the biting cold winter wearing nothing but thin clothes, his whole body turning purple from the cold, his hands and feet numb, yet his body was riddled with painful frostbite, making even walking difficult,” Feng Zhiyuan spoke frostily.
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“I recognized him from the birthmark on his neck and wanted to take him away, but not only did the Fenghuo Sect refuse to let him go, that damnable Luo Li even wanted him to attack me.
I simply removed one of his arms — that was my mercy!”
“…..!” Wang Xuanfeng, upon hearing this, was shocked as he looked at Bu Zhiwen, then at Feng Zhiyuan, and managed to stutter out, “He?
Could it be…”
“Yes, Bu Zhiwen is the son of my old friend,” Feng Zhiyuan nodded as he continued, “When I was seriously injured years ago, I was taken care of by his parents.
