"So you're Brother Ding!"
Qin Feng turned around, saw Ding Yang, and immediately greeted him warmly.
Ding Yang, however, had no intention of acknowledging Qin Feng. It wasn't because Qin Feng had gotten his surname wrong; it was because he had been suppressing his rage for a hundred years.
For all those hundred years, he had never stopped wanting to tear Qin Feng limb from limb.
To that end, he had thrown himself into an almost insane training regimen and had finally broken through from the peak of the Great Unity Golden Immortal realm to the high stage of the Immortal Lord realm.
"What's going on?!"
Qin Hao curiously looked back and forth between them.
His instincts told him that Ding Yang and Nangong Feng had a deep grudge against his brother, but judging from his brother's attitude, they seemed more like old friends who hadn't seen each other in years.
Meanwhile—
The other sects and Lineages had also begun whispering among themselves.
"What's going on? Why does Ding Yang look like that?!"
"This grudge goes back to the Immortal Alliance Tournament a hundred years ago!"
"I've heard about it. The major powers of the Eastern Region gathered at the Immortal Alliance, hoping to test Qin Feng's strength. Instead, Qin Feng suppressed all his peers single-handedly!"
"No way! Ding Yang was sixteenth on the Talent Ranking, and Qin Feng still suppressed him?!"
"Ding Yang wasn't the only one. If they hadn't called a halt in time, even the older generation would've nearly been suppressed by him!"
"What's the problem? If they couldn't stand losing, they shouldn't have competed!"
"It's not that they couldn't stand losing. Qin Feng just has absolutely no bottom line. He clearly could've defeated Ding Yang, but insisted on following the customs of his hometown!"
"The customs