Comparing Backers with Me?

"What did you say?" Wang Feng frowned deeply. Once the father had regained his footing, he walked over to him and fixed his eyes on the man who had spoken.

"Dad, are you all right?" The father's child threw himself into his arms and asked anxiously.

"I'm fine, child. Don't cry." The father smiled and comforted the child, then looked at Wang Feng. "Young man, thank you for stepping in. But you'd better leave quickly! Those people are all from a major sect. People like us can't afford to offend them."

"Hmph! A bunch of trash. What's so dangerous about offending them?" Wang Feng sneered, then turned to the father with a smile. "Please carry on with your child! Leave this to me."

"Young man, don't be reckless. You mustn't ruin your future because of me..."

"Uncle, it's all right. I'm not someone to be trifled with either." Wang Feng smiled and interrupted the father, then walked toward the man who had spoken earlier.

"So it's trash from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. I thought you were from some impressive sect!" Wang Feng looked at the man and deliberately burst into loud laughter.

"What did you say?! Brat, say that again!" The man's eyes widened as he glared at Wang Feng. The people behind him did the same.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei were standing some distance away, however. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members weren't sure whether the two had any connection to Wang Feng, so they didn't attack outright.

Wang Feng smiled. "Are you that shameless? You want to hear it again? Fine, I'll say it again. I said you people from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan are real trash."

"You're courting death!" The man flew into a rage and attacked at once.

He was a Soul Elder above level thirty. In his eyes, Wang Feng naturally couldn't be above level twenty, so he hadn't taken him seriously at all.

Wang Feng sneered, bent forward slightly, and charged.

There was no need to waste words on someone like this. He could just beat him up.

"You're courting death, and you still want to fight me!"

Seeing Wang Feng charge straight at him, the man burst out laughing.

"Trash, you really think you're something special!" Wang Feng sneered.

The two quickly met. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan member raised his leg and swept it toward Wang Feng's head, fast and accurate. Wang Feng sneered and reached out, clamping a hand around the man's ankle. In the face of absolute strength, the man's Soul Power Level could no longer suppress Wang Feng.

"What?!"

The man was shocked. He had actually been restrained.

At that moment, Wang Feng yanked him forward, pulling him close, then immediately punched him in the chest.

Bang!

The punch sent the man flying.

Wow!

The crowd erupted. No one had expected to see such a thing. Everyone had thought Wang Feng had provoked someone he shouldn't have and was about to be in trouble.

Yet Wang Feng wasn't the one who ended up in trouble.

"How is that possible? How can he be so strong?"

"What happened? How could he send that Soul Elder from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan flying?"

"Is he really a child? How did he do that?"

The crowd buzzed with discussion. No one could figure out how Wang Feng had done it.

They refused to believe Wang Feng was stronger than the Soul Elder, so they never even considered the possibility.

The Soul Elder who had been sent flying was caught by his fellow clan members. He stared coldly at Wang Feng, utterly shocked. He had naturally felt the power behind Wang Feng's punch, and it had already surpassed his own.

"What happened?"

Someone behind him asked, finding the whole thing rather strange.

"Very strong," the man said, but he had no intention of stopping and charged out again.

"I just didn't want to stain my hands with a piece of trash's blood. Do you really think I can't kill you?!"

Wang Feng's expression suddenly changed, turning utterly cold, as though he had become a different person in an instant.

"How dare you! I'd like to see what ability you have to kill me today!" the man shouted coldly, releasing his Martial Soul. He wasn't holding back anymore, and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Hmph!"

Wang Feng snorted coldly and stepped forward. At the same time, the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear formed in his right hand.

"Brat, die! First Soul Skill, Furious Dragon Roar!"

The man roared and used his Soul Skill.

But Wang Feng suddenly sped up. The man had originally had enough time to use his Soul Skill, but Wang Feng appeared before him in an instant, thrusting a long black spear at him and leaving him no time to react.

Squelch!

Wang Feng came to a stop, the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear in his hand having pierced straight through the man's chest.

Silence fell all around. Everyone stood open-mouthed, holding their breath and not daring to speak as they stared blankly at Wang Feng and the man.

The man's eyes filled with terror, but it was too late. His heart had been pierced, and there was no chance of survival.

"A life for a life. You wanted to kill him, but he was lucky enough for me to save him. You aren't so lucky. You can only die." Wang Feng smiled faintly and pulled out the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear. Blood gushed from the man's body, and he fell.

The other Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members finally reacted and rushed forward, their eyes red.

"Bastard, you dared to kill a member of our clan! You deserve to die!"

"Kill him! Avenge our senior brother!"

"Brat, I'll tear you to pieces!"

A middle-aged man suddenly darted out. He was already a Soul Ancestor above level forty. He wouldn't have intervened in a simple scuffle, but someone had died, and the dead man was a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Naturally, he couldn't let it go.

"Hmph! Let's see who else wants to die!"

Just as the middle-aged man was about to act, a cold shout rang out. Yue Guan swept a cold glance over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members and walked to Wang Feng's side.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked somewhat coldly. He couldn't tell exactly how strong Yue Guan was, but he could sense that Yue Guan was no weakling. At the very least, he should be much stronger than himself.

"Trash like you thinks he's worthy of speaking to me? Scram!" Yue Guan shouted coldly, driving the man back with a single shout.

The sight left everyone dumbfounded. If a single shout could be so terrifying, just how powerful a Soul Master was he?

Wang Feng paid no further attention to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members. Instead, he turned and jumped onto the stone sculpture, then shouted to the crowd ahead, "This is the Holy Academy. No matter what clan, sect, or empire you come from, everyone is treated equally here. Anyone who dares cut in line again will die!"

"Who do you think you are, ordering us around?!"

"That's right. We're members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! An elder of our clan serves as a supervisor at this Holy Academy. How could someone like you compare, just because you have a little strength to rely on?"

"Exactly. Why don't you take a piss and look at your own reflection?"

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members refused to accept Wang Feng's words. Although they could all see that Yue Guan was no ordinary man, they only needed to avoid fighting, and that was enough to frighten them out of their wits.

People from some other factions followed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's lead, equally dissatisfied.

"Comparing backers with me?" Wang Feng looked at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members as though they were idiots, then smiled and pulled out a token.

"What?! That's..."

When the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members saw the token in Wang Feng's hand, they nearly fell to their knees. All at once, their livers and gallbladders turned cold.