That was why both Qiu Zhenli and Li Feng had misjudged the situation.
Holy Son Li Yan and Li Chun had agreed almost instantly to cover up the failure at Ironblood Cliff. The plan for the gathering had been their idea in the first place, and they had told none of the cult's other leaders beforehand. If they kept it quiet, no one would hold them accountable.
Bai Xiaowen had never imagined the truth would be so dramatic, or that the enemy would be so... divided.
If Bai Xiaowen had known, he would have devised an even nastier scheme and used the information gap to trap Li Feng.
But now, that gap hardly mattered. The only difference was whether they started fighting on sight or chatted for a bit first.
Hidden aboard a painted boat on Dongting Lake, Bai Xiaowen watched Li Feng lead the Giant Savage Soldiers to the shore, where they met the martial artists of the Geng Banner under Wang Tieqiang.
Through Spirit Sense, he heard every word they said.
Li Feng: "Hey, stop right there... Who's in charge?"
Wang Tieqiang: "That'd be me!"
Li Feng curled his lip. "You sound like a common thug... Never mind. I won't hold it against you. Take your men to the Black Heaven Cult camp and await orders."
Wang Tieqiang looked baffled. "What the hell are you spouting? Why should I listen to you?"
Li Feng bristled. "I'm warning you. Just because you joined Li Chun doesn't mean you can defy my orders! Even Li Chun has to show me respect when he sees me. Got it?"
Wang Tieqiang: "Got your granny!"
Li Feng gritted his teeth. "I'm not arguing with you. Where's Li Chun? And where's the Netherdemon Army? I'm going to ask him how he disciplines his