172: Sangdong Myeongjong

Don't know how his unlucky Disciple, Pang Feifeng, who is plagued by bad luck, managed to provoke such a terrifying Great Cultivator. It's truly alarming and helpless!

In an instant, the Old Sect Leader of the Flying Immortal Sect seemed to suddenly age by hundreds of years. He wanted to deny it, wanted to take this disaster for his Disciple, but in the end, it only turned into a long sigh: "This Sect does indeed have this person, Pang Feifeng!"

As the Master of Pang Feifeng and the Sect Leader of the Flying Immortal Sect, this Sect Leader ultimately had to choose the Flying Immortal Sect and abandon Pang Feifeng.

Because he couldn't bear this disaster and was powerless to do so, doing so would be useless except for dying in vain and pushing the entire Flying Immortal Sect towards the Abyssal!

Handing over Pang Feifeng was the only method that wasn't really a method!

"Bring Pang Feifeng here. This Head won't trouble your Flying Immortal Sect." Miao Changfeng said indifferently.

The Old Sect Leader said nothing, silently retreated, and soon returned dragging a bewildered Pang Feifeng.

"Master..." Pang Feifeng looked at his Master's heavy face, then looked at the two Old Yang Gods of the Flying Immortal Sect beside him, who were also silent with heavy faces. Only after finally seeing Miao Changfeng and the other four terrifying Yang God Great Cultivators, as well as the world-destroying tornado, the wind blade mountain, and the sword rain, did he quiet down amidst his confusion.

Is the Flying Immortal Sect under attack by a great enemy?

'No, I'm recovering from injuries, Master. You're asking me to fight a Yang God Great Cultivator?'

Are you sure you're not sending me to my death in a fit of anger?

Until now, he still thought his Master had called him to assist and hold off an enemy Yang God Great Cultivator!

As for other reasons, there were none, and he couldn't think of any.

As for the four attacking Yang God Great Cultivators, he hadn't even heard of them, let alone seen them.

Little did he know, while Pang Feifeng was utterly confused, the four Yang God Great Cultivators of the Great Qian Dynasty also instantly changed their expressions, becoming particularly grim.

Miao Changfeng sneered: "It seems your Flying Immortal Sect doesn't appreciate this Head's benevolence."

His tone gradually turned cold: "Fine, I'll just kill everyone in your Flying Immortal Sect. Eventually, I'll find the real Pang Feifeng!"

This Flying Immortal Sect is quite good at playing tricks. They found a sick person from somewhere and actually tried to replace the real person with a fake, hoping to deceive the eyes of this Demon Suppressing Division Head. How ridiculous!

What made Miao Changfeng even angrier was, even if you're going to replace the real person with a fake, at least change the face of this fake Pang Feifeng. Who are you trying to fool by just bringing out a fake?

He came holding the image bead bestowed by the Crown Prince, which clearly imprinted Pang Feifeng's appearance and figure. That was a heroic young man, absolutely not this handsome fake in front of him, and a fake who was injured and ill at that!

This was clearly an unlucky fellow used by the Flying Immortal Sect as a scapegoat.

'The real Pang Feifeng?'

The Flying Immortal Sect Old Sect Leader's mind went blank for a moment. Isn't this the genuine Pang Feifeng right in front of him? Could there be anyone more real than this?

Pang Feifeng himself was even more confused, 'I've become a fake?'

"Fellow Daoist, wait, there might be a misunderstanding here!" The Old Sect Leader's mind raced as he pointed at Pang Feifeng and said, "This is undoubtedly my Flying Immortal Sect's Pang Feifeng. This old man can swear to the heavens. Moreover, my little Disciple has some reputation in South Chu. Even if you randomly summon a few South Chu cultivators, they can testify."

Without waiting for Miao Changfeng to speak, the Old Sect Leader immediately continued: "If this old man's guess is correct, the four of you probably know the appearance of the so-called 'real Pang Feifeng'. Why not show it? Perhaps this old man will know the truth."

Miao Changfeng's face was so gloomy it looked like water would drip from it. He said nothing, only slowly flexed his fingers. The world-destroying tornado, the wind blade mountain, and the sword rain also constantly shifted, ready to pour down at any moment and level the entire Flying Immortal Sect.

Making the Old Sect Leader and the Old Yang Gods of the Flying Immortal Sect all tremble with fear and feel uneasy.

Only after a long while did Miao Changfeng give a look to the Yang God Daoist beside him. The Daoist nodded with a smile and floated away.

Perhaps after a little less than an hour, the Daoist returned, but his expression wasn't very good: "The Crown Prince found the wrong person!"

He quickly corrected himself: "The person isn't wrong, the name is wrong!

"That kid isn't Pang Feifeng of the Flying Immortal Sect, but Lu Chen of the Dongming Sect!"

The Old Daoist was also annoyed. In this short time, he had gone to many places in South Chu, found hundreds of cultivators, and showed them the image of this Flying Immortal Sect's 'fake Pang Feifeng' and the image of the 'real Pang Feifeng' the Crown Prince was looking for. The result he got almost made him explode.

That damned Lu Chen deceived the Crown Prince and deceived all of them.

No, what kind of weird taste do you have? You don't use your Dongming Sect's name, you pretend to be Pang Feifeng of the Flying Immortal Sect? Are you playing games?

You could have used a fake name, but you had to use a real one. The key is that the Crown Prince also knows your true appearance. It's truly unlucky!

Miao Changfeng took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, Lu Chen's tall figure and heroic face were projected in the Void: "Is this person Lu Chen of the Dongming Sect?"

He pointed at the projected image and asked the Flying Immortal Sect Old Sect Leader, his tone filled with suppressed anger.

This is going too far! How dare they treat his Great Qian Dynasty like monkeys!

They even played tricks on their Great Qian Crown Prince, as well as this Demon Suppressing Division Head, and all the Yang God Great Cultivators who serve as offerings!

This is unbearable!

The Flying Immortal Sect Old Sect Leader looked at Lu Chen's projected image, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly nodded.

'These four terrifying Yang God Great Cultivators actually came for Lu Chen!'

But this Lu Chen, you are truly shameless!

Without reason, you've dumped such a huge mess on the Flying Immortal Sect. How unlucky!

Pang Feifeng's eyelids twitched as he watched. Lu Chen, it's that damned Lu Chen again!

Does this guy just not want him to live?

Earlier, when he heard that Lu Chen had returned and killed the four Yin God Sword Cultivators of the Spring and Autumn Sword Palace with lightning speed, Pang Feifeng had even praised Lu Chen for avenging the entire South Chu and being the well-deserved leader of the younger generation in South Chu.

Now, bah!

You are truly despicable!

"Good! Very good!" Miao Changfeng clenched his hand fiercely. In an instant, as if heaven and earth were overturning, the world-destroying tornado collapsed with a roar. Countless mountains, rivers, and hundreds of miles of land that were swept into it disintegrated, causing the ground to tremble incessantly and smoke and dust to billow into the sky.

Above the sky, the wind blade mountain shattered again, and the wind swords scattered, stirring up the clouds as if the sky was about to fall.

The scene was terrifying and did not subside for a long time.

"Head Miao, I remember that the Qian Emperor seemed to have instructed that unless necessary, the Dongming Sect should not be easily provoked. This trip still needs careful consideration!" The middle-aged Yang God Great Cultivator among the Daoist couple transmitted his voice silently.

Miao Changfeng's expression changed, and he seemed to be hesitating as well.

'Not easily provoked doesn't mean not provoked at all!' After a long while, Miao Changfeng suddenly looked at the Flying Immortal Sect Old Sect Leader: "That person from the Dongming Sect used your Flying Immortal Sect to take the blame and shield from disaster. Doesn't your Flying Immortal Sect resent that?"

The Old Sect Leader remained silent.

Not resentful?

How could they not be resentful? During the Nanchu Grand Wash, the Dongming Sect crippled the Flying Immortal Sect with just a word. Two of the three states were lost, and resources plummeted!

But what could they do?

You are difficult to provoke, and the Dongming Sect is equally difficult to provoke!

"Alright, this Head knows your intentions." Miao Changfeng spoke again: "This Head only asks you, does the Dongming Sect have a Five-Tribulation Yang God overseeing it?"

The Old Sect Leader held up two fingers.

'Two Five-Tribulation Yang Gods, the advantage is mine!' Miao Changfeng waved his hand: "To the Dongming Sect!"