80: Fighting Fengling Master

Grandmasters. So, this Tang Hao has two Grandmaster-level Masters by his side; no wonder he's so arrogant.

"Tell Tang Hao to come out. This seat has questions for him," Abbess Fengling said coldly.

The Two Elders of Xuanming glanced at each other. They didn't know that Tang Hao was actually Duan Zhengchun.

The two of them hadn't gone to Bright Summit; they only knew that Abbess Miejue had been killed by a young man named Tang Hao.

They had no idea that Tang Hao was Duan Zhengchun.

"Abbess, you've come to the wrong place. There is no one named Tang Hao here," the Crane Brush Elder said coldly.

"Step aside..."

Abbess Fengling had no patience left to wait. The pressure of a Great Grandmaster suddenly erupted.

In an instant, The Two Elders of Xuanming were forced back by this power.

The two were shocked. They realized her strength was far above theirs. To force them back with just her Aura, she was at least at the Peak Grandmaster Realm.

However, if the two joined forces, they might still stand a chance. Just as they were about to strike, they were stopped.

"You two, let the Abbess in," Duan Zhengchun said calmly.

Hearing this, The Two Elders of Xuanming breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they weren't afraid, they didn't dare to be careless when facing such a Master.

They cleared the path and let Abbess Fengling and her group enter.

Abbess Fengling let out a cold snort, flicked her sleeves, and walked in with a cold expression.

When she saw the scene inside the inn, her expression shifted slightly, and her brow furrowed.

When she saw Duan Zhengchun, a hint of surprise flashed across her face.

This man was remarkably handsome, even more so than the One-armed man in the portrait in her Master's room.

Unfortunately, he was too philandering and too ruthless.

"Are you Tang Hao?" Abbess Fengling asked coldly.

"Indeed, that is me."

Duan Zhengchun admitted it directly; he had already recognized who the newcomer was.

He hadn't expected Abbess Fengling to still be alive, but after a moment's thought, it made sense.

This was the Zongwu World; its very existence was illogical.

It was normal for many old monsters who should have been dead to still be alive.

"Very well. You have some courage to remain so calm upon seeing this seat."

"Was it you who killed my worthless Disciple?" Abbess Fengling asked coldly.

"Who is the Abbess referring to? And who is your Disciple?" Duan Zhengchun asked, feigning ignorance.

"My Disciple is Miejue. I am Fengling of the Emei Sect," Abbess Fengling stated directly.

"So it is Abbess Fengling. I have long heard of your great name."

"Yes, I did indeed kill Miejue. Has the Abbess come to seek revenge for her?" Duan Zhengchun said.

"You, surnamed Tang, enough with the nonsense."

"When you killed my Master, you should have expected this day. Did you really think no one would deal with you after you used such insidious and despicable methods to harm her?"

"Today, with our Grandmaster here, you have no escape. If you're smart, kneel down and offer your neck for execution. Our Grandmaster is merciful and might leave your body intact."

"Otherwise, we will surely leave you without a place for burial," Ding Minjun said coldly.

Hearing Ding Minjun's words, Duan Zhengchun's hand paused.

He looked up at Ding Minjun; she indeed had a face that looked sharp and mean.

"Heh... Is this the upbringing of the Emei Sect?"

"As expected, like Master, like Disciple."

"Miejue was an unreasonable person who would kill at the slightest disagreement."

"She was just as arrogant and domineering toward her Disciples—a person without a shred of politeness."

"If the Emei Sect cannot discipline its own, I wouldn't mind helping you with it," Duan Zhengchun said calmly.

"Boy, with our Grandmaster here today, you still dare to be so insolent? Do you really think no one can touch you?" Ding Minjun said coldly.

Duan Zhengchun's expression hardened. He tilted the wine cup in his hand slightly, and instantly, the wine transformed into a Wine Sword that shot straight out.

In that split second, Ding Minjun couldn't react at all.

She hadn't expected Duan Zhengchun to actually dare to strike while her Grandmaster was present.

She was instantly frightened witless.

She didn't even have time to react and dodge.

When Abbess Fengling saw the change in Duan Zhengchun's expression, she knew things were about to go south.

Earlier, when Ding Minjun spoke, she hadn't stopped her.

She also wanted to take the opportunity to see if Duan Zhengchun would make a move.

She just hadn't expected that Duan Zhengchun would truly dare to strike.

In an instant, she flicked the Horsetail Whisk in her hand, dispersing the Wine Sword.

"Humph. Isn't it a bit much for Your Excellency to use a killing move so directly?" Abbess Fengling said with a grim face.

From the moment Duan Zhengchun struck, she had already seen through his strength.

A Peak Grandmaster, a Master only one step away from the Great Grandmaster level.

A Peak Grandmaster this young was not unheard of on the Nine Provinces Continent, but they were extremely rare—as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

She hadn't expected to encounter one here today.

Furthermore, this person had a grudge against Mount Emei.

If possible, she truly didn't want to make an enemy of such a Genius.

When she entered, she had already realized that Duan Zhengchun's identity was definitely not simple.

The women around him had extraordinary temperaments; one could tell at a glance they weren't from ordinary families.

The identity of such a person was bound to be significant.

"To be so outspoken without the strength to back it up... I warned you earlier. Since the Emei Sect is unwilling to discipline her, I can only take the trouble to do it myself."

"For the Abbess to say such things now, isn't that using twisted logic?" Duan Zhengchun sneered.

"Humph... You killed my Disciple, and now you intend to strike my grand-Disciple. Do you really have no regard for my Emei Sect?" Abbess Fengling said coldly.

"He who kills shall himself be killed."

"What? Is Miejue allowed to kill me, but I am not allowed to kill her?"

"Her being killed only means her skills were inferior. If I were killed by her, it would also just mean my skills were inferior."

"Ding Minjun was insolent. A mere Second-rate Martial Artist dares to provoke me? Is there a problem with killing her?" Duan Zhengchun sneered.

For a moment, Abbess Fengling actually didn't know how to retort.

Because what Duan Zhengchun said was the truth. At any time, it all came down to strength.

Strength is respected above all else.

If you provoke others without the strength to back it up, being killed is just bad luck.

If her Disciple dared to strike, she had to be prepared for the possibility of being killed.

As for Duan Zhengchun's claim that Miejue was the one who started it, she didn't doubt it.

Because Miejue was truly capable of doing such a thing.

"Good... very good. In that case, if I kill you, it can only be said that your skills were inferior?" Abbess Fengling said coldly.

"Exactly. If you can kill me, I will have nothing to say."

"You came here to avenge Miejue, didn't you? Then there's no need for all this nonsense," Duan Zhengchun said.

"Very well. Then I shall see if you have the strength to speak so arrogantly before me." After Abbess Fengling spoke, she raised her hand and flicked her whisk.

She struck directly at Duan Zhengchun.

With a flick of his wrist, Duan Zhengchun threw his wine cup to meet Abbess Fengling's whisk.

"Buzz..."

A wave of energy rippled out, instantly sending the surrounding chairs and tables flying.

When the two began their fight, Zhao Min and the others had already dodged out of the way.

They all knew the newcomer came with ill intent and that a fight was inevitable.

The moment he threw the wine cup, wind rose beneath Duan Zhengchun's feet, and his figure charged straight at Abbess Fengling.