Martial God Asura

Chapter 6529: Zhao Feng’s Pride

“Indeed, I have made considerable advancements in my cultivation. I ought to thank you for this, godbrother,” Baili Zilin said.

“You’re being too distant. I was only a 99-year-old child when my parents passed away. I wouldn’t be the man I am now if not for godfather taking me in and nurturing me. Despite being less than two hundred years of age, I have surpassed my parents to become a Heavenly God level cultivator. On top of that, I can rival enemies a rank stronger than me.

“I know that I’m talented, but I also know that I’d have never reached this level if not for godfather,” Zhao Feng said.

Baili Zilin squeezed out a smile, though his smile was strained. “Godbrother, I heard that you have been looking for the man named Chu Xuanyan?”

“Yes, that’s the man who inflicted the severe injuries on my parents that eventually resulted in their deaths. Now that I have reached Heavenly God level, I am more than capable of exacting vengeance on him. However, Chu Xuanyan seems to have completely disappeared from the face of the world. I can’t find any news about him at all. I wonder if he had also sustained severe injuries during his fight against my parents as well and died.” Zhao Feng stroked his lower jaw contemplatively.

“Godbrother, I understand your desire to avenge your parents, but you mustn’t forget our Netherworld Sect’s rules. The Netherworld Sect should always come first. You’re splitting your energy across different matters; that’ll inevitably slow your work. For instance, I have a grudge against Chu Feng as well, but I didn’t tap into the Netherworld Sect’s resources to kill him.”

At this point, Baili Zilin turned to Feng Ling and remarked, “Why does this lady look so familiar? Is she Feng Ling?”

Baili Zilin took a step up to Feng Ling. “Isn’t she the one who fought alongside Chu Feng in the Nine Heavens’ Zenith?”

Zhao Feng became nervous, but Feng Ling replied sweetly, “Yes, that’s me.”

Baili Zilin turned to Zhao Feng and asked, “Godbrother, what do you mean by this? You know that I was defeated by Chu Feng, so you brought his friend over to irk me?”

“What are you saying, little brother Zilin? Please don’t misunderstand me. Yes, Miss Feng Ling is acquainted with Chu Feng, but the happenings on the Nine Heavens’ Zenith are mere rumors. Miss Feng Ling was forced to work with Chu Feng; their relationship is nowhere near as intimate as the rumors make them out of be.

“The truth is that Miss Feng Ling harbors a grudge against Chu Feng and wishes to help us deal with him. Isn’t that right, Miss Feng Ling?” Zhao Feng shot a look at Feng Ling.

“Well...”

Feng Ling chuckled as she unleashed the aura of a rank seven True God level cultivator. At the same time, a powerful aura gushed forth from her body, and her cultivation surged beyond rank nine True God level.

As she revealed her cultivation, she also made her move.

She was so close to Baili Zilin that Zhao Feng had no time to react. Her left hand grabbed Baili Zilin’s wrist and pinned it behind his back, while her right hand grabbed Baili Zilin’s neck.

“I’m afraid that the rumors are true. Chu Feng is my friend, and we are... very close,” Feng Ling said.

“You!!!” Infuriated, Zhao Feng unleashed his aura as a rank one Heavenly God.

“Do you want him to die?”

Feng Ling wasn’t intimidated. She tightened her grip, and her fingers sank into Baili Zilin’s neck like sharp knives. Fresh blood flowed down her fingers.

“Feng Ling, you fooled me?” Zhao Feng’s eyes turned bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth.

Despite having sealed Feng Ling’s paths of escape with his rank one Heavenly God level oppressive might, he dared not to make a reckless move now that Baili Zilin was in Feng Ling’s clutches.

“Yes, I fooled you. I suggest you take a good look in the mirror. You have no backbone at all. Look at how you bend your back and fawn upon everyone! Someone who has no pride wants me to marry him? Dream on!

“And you wanted me to badmouth my friend? Pui! Who do you take me to be? Do you think I’m as disgusting as you lot? You call him your godbrother, but all there is between the two of you are ties of mutual interest. There’s no loyalty whatsoever.

“Let me go, or else I’ll rip apart your godbrother’s throat. Let’s see if your godfather will still take care of you once that happens!” Feng Ling uttered insults as if she was hurling punches at Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng’s veins popped out of sheer anger, but he dared not make a move.

“Hahaha...” Baili Zilin suddenly burst into laughter. “My dear godbrother, it looks like your puppy love isn’t being reciprocated. Feng Ling, do you think you can kill me?”

Baili Zilin unleashed a powerful aura, pushing the fingers sinking into his neck out.

Feng Ling immediately understood that the situation had gone awry and drew her God Armament. Despite the increment in her fighting prowess, her hand that was holding Baili Zilin hostage was still ricocheted off.

It was spirit power! Baili Zilin was protected by a powerful treasure!

Feng Ling tried to escape, but Zhao Feng swiftly exerted his oppressive might and crushed Feng Ling to the ground.

Uwa!

“You little bitch. I’ll murder you!”

Zhao Feng marched up and grabbed Feng Ling’s head. He smashed her head against the ground several times, causing her to bleed nonstop. It looked as if he would beat her to death.

“There’s no need to do that.” Baili Zilin stepped forward and smiled at Feng Ling. “Miss Feng Ling is indeed extraordinarily powerful. To think that she can raise her cultivation by four ranks at True God level. I would have been in trouble if not for my father’s protective treasure.”

“That’s all you are good for—your father,” Feng Ling sneered.

“Shut up!” Zhao Feng roared.

Just as he was about to smash Feng Ling’s head more, Baili Zilin raised his hand and interjected, “There’s no need for that, godbrother. Our Netherworld Sect cherishes talent, and Miss Feng Ling is indeed talented. She’s stronger than the rumors put her out to be. Given our relationship, I’m more than willing to support her entry into the Netherworld Sect as long as she’s willing to marry you... but I only fear that she’s unwilling to do so.”

“Little brother Zilin, how can I marry someone who dares hurt you?” Zhao Feng asked.

“Godbrother, you should really reflect on yourself if Miss Feng Ling would rather die than to marry you. Or do you rather not try at all because you don’t have confidence in your charm? If so, I can only say that you’re letting my father down,” Baili Zilin said.

Zhao Feng’s hands shook, knowing that Baili Zilin was mocking him. He might fawn on Baili Zilin, but he was still someone with pride. The anger on his face faded, but his expression only grew increasingly colder.