Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 122: The Undefeated General

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: The Undefeated General

"Stop!" Long Chen bellowed. As his voice fell, the people rushing towards Shi Feng—at least a dozen of them—were immediately sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.

"Son!"

"Dad!"

"Uncle!"

Among those sent flying by Shi Feng were fathers, sons, uncles... A wave of cries ensued.

When others thought to rush forward again, Long Chen shouted once more, "Everybody, stop for His Highness!" It was only when this command echoed did they barely manage to halt.

At that moment, a sixty-year-old whose son had been struck by Shi Feng, undeterred by Long Chen’s royal identity, shouted coldly, "Prince Chenn, your servant has committed violence during the State Preceptor’s birthday feast. You must give us an explanation, mustn’t you?"

The elder was none other than Duke Wei of the current court, Dongfang Han; the son he referred to was his eldest, Dongfang Ziyu.

After Duke Wei had spoken, another elder followed suit, "I believe that Prince Chenn will give us an explanation."

Marquis of Wu’an, Ma Wenrui! The young man in blue clothes who Shi Feng had just kicked flying was his son, Ma Junjie.

"I’ll say it only once!" Long Chen also retorted coldly, "Young Master Feng is a distinguished guest of Prince Chenn’s Mansion, not my subordinate!"

"A distinguished guest? Even if he’s Prince Chenn’s distinguished guest, he shouldn’t be allowed to beat people at will," someone protested.

"Hmph!" Long Chen glared at the person and snorted again, displeased, "Didn’t you see for yourself? It was those who were struck by Young Master Feng who tried to rush forward and attack him, not the other way around! If Young Master Feng hadn’t defended himself, he would have been the one to be sent flying, wouldn’t he?"

"How would I know that? I thought he was your servant, attacking nobility recklessly, so I went to teach him a lesson. I had no idea, but that still doesn’t give him the right to strike me," a youth retorted as he picked himself up from the ground.

"You went to hit him, so why shouldn’t he hit you back!" Long Chen stared at him, his question sharp and aggressive.

"I...I..." The youth was at a loss for words.

"I, however, would like to ask Prince Chenn, as well as the Prince’s friend," Long Chen turned his attention to the speaker, an elder with white hair and beard, who was Princess Jiulian’s father, the current Duke National Protector. He bit down on the words "Prince Chenn" with extra emphasis each time he uttered them.

"Dad!" Princess Jiulian threw herself into the old man’s arms. He gently patted her back before speaking again, "My daughter Jiulian, what has she done to deserve such treatment?"

At that, even Long Chen found himself unable to respond. The reason for striking Princess Jiulian seemed to be something only Shi Feng knew.

At this moment, all eyes turned to Shi Feng once more. Without the patience for further nonsense, he flicked his wrist, summoning the Thunderbolt Sword. Blue light surged along the blade, crackling with electric arcs.

"That’s the Thunderbolt Sword of Lei Xiao, the Young Lord of the Purple Thunder Sect!"

"Right! It’s indeed the Thunderbolt Sword, no doubt about it! How did it end up in his hands?"

"I... I’ve heard that just these past few days, Lei Xiao, the Young Chief of the Purple Thunder Sect, was slain!" This revelation sent shockwaves through the crowd.

"I heard too, that the Young Lord of the Purple Thunder Sect was indeed murdered!"

"Does that mean, this youth is the killer of Lei Xiao?"

"Three heirs of the Great Sects, Purple Thunder Sect, Blood Fiend Gate, and Ice Snow Valley, have all been killed, reportedly by the Blood Demon Art." The mention of this stirred an even greater commotion.

"The Bloodthirsty Demon Art! Wasn’t that Evil Sect Technique said to be lost to the ages?"

Hearing these whispers, Shi Feng simply swept his gaze coldly over the crowd and sneered, "Stop with the mindless chatter. Anyone seeking justice can come forward now."

Instead of taking him up on the challenge, some in the crowd stepped back. Just now, over a dozen people had charged at him, and several elders at the Martial King Realm were all sent flying by him.

Considering what had been said, with the heirs of the Three Major Sects dead and himself wielding Lei Xiao’s Thunderbolt Sword, he was clearly a dangerous man capable of killing without regard for consequences. And if he would not think twice about slaying such individuals, whose Sects each boasted Martial King Realm Experts, then all the more reason to fear him, especially with the dread-inducing Bloodthirsty Demon Art, rumored to drain a person’s blood dry.

"Impudent boy! Let me teach you a lesson!" A sudden shout broke from the crowd as an elderly spearman leaped forward, moving as one with his weapon. The old man didn’t fall back to earth but instead hovered in the void, spinning rapidly in unison with his spear, becoming a whirlwind that bore down on Shi Feng, taking on the form of a dragon.

"It’s Marquis Pingyang! In his day, the Marquis was known as the unbeaten general, never suffering defeat in a lifetime of military campaigns," an observer noted. "If I recall correctly, this Martial Skill of his—the Dragon Spin Wind Kill—is Marquis Pingyang’s most powerful technique!"

"It’s been so many years, and yet the Marquis’ Martial Arts Cultivation Level has not waned, reaching the Peak of Nine-star Martial King, just a step away from the Martial King Realm. With the Marquis taking action... Humph, let’s show that brat some humility!"

"Indeed! Behold the might of the Marquis! Teach him a lesson for us!"

But then, a young and arrogant voice roared, "Such a lowly Martial Skill, and you dare show off in front of me? Have you spent your long life learning only such crude and inferior skills? You’ve wasted your existence!"

Next, everyone saw a glint of pale sword light clash with the spinning whirlwind. The impenetrable move that had once struck fear into the enemy’s hearts was called crude and inferior. The next sight truly shocked them all.

Their ever-victorious general, Marquis Pingyang, at the Peak of Nine-star Martial King, had been defeated by a youth! And his body, like a kite with its string cut, was sent flying backward, an expression of sheer disbelief mirroring the onlookers.

"Boom!" The Marquis landed heavily, and with the impact, the spectators’ hearts collectively skipped a beat. Coming out of their shock, they truly began to grasp the terrifying power harbored within this young man.