Xiao Yan snorted. "Senior, you haven't even learned your own lessons. What makes you think you can lecture us? Dou Ling or not, as long as the Flame Alliance has a breath left, its spirit will never die."
Wu Feng sneered. "So you want to stand up for them? Good. I'll make an example of you. Once I've put out their leader's fire, we'll see how long the rest of the Flame Alliance keeps its spirit. If you lose, every freshman will pay me tribute without a fuss. That'll save me the trouble of disciplining you one by one."
The freshmen were tense. Xiao Yan was strong, and he had even used a secret art to defeat Lu Bai, a Dou Ling. But Lu Bai had only been a One-Star Dou Ling. The man before them was a Three-Star Dou Ling.
Xiao Yan smiled. "Put me out? Are you strong enough? If you lose, each of the seniors who came to watch must send five people from their faction to join the Flame Alliance."
The seniors looked at one another, dazed. Was someone still dreaming?
The Cloud Gang knew Wu Feng's strength well. He had broken through to Three-Star Dou Ling some time ago and had consolidated his realm. Lu Bai could not compare. How could some unknown freshman be his match?
The people from the four factions outside the Cloud Gang were secretly delighted. Was there really such a bargain to be had?
If the Cloud Gang lost, it would certainly lose face. But if its people joined the Flame Alliance, that would hardly be a loss.
Did joining the Flame Alliance mean they had to obey it? With their strength, they could each seize a leader's seat. Then they would be the ones deciding how to discipline the