Chapter Eighty-One: Fei Bin, Submitting His Life

  Seeing Fei Bin's true energy drying up, Linghu Chong stopped circulating the North Ming Divine Art. A dark and powerful force sent Fei Bin flying five or six meters away, heavily slamming him to the ground.

  "Fourth Uncle Fei!"

  Three elite disciples of the Songshan Sect rushed forward, shielding Fei Bin behind them. These few Songshan disciples were tense and pale, drawing their treasured swords to defend against death, with fearful expressions in their eyes.

  Mount Song's Thirteen Taibao, renowned and respected, awe-inspiring in the Jianghu world, each one a top-notch expert, always idols in the hearts of Mount Song Sect disciples, once made all Mount Song Sect disciples proud.

  It's like a dream come true, but it's too surreal for the three of them to believe. The spiritual symbol of Mount Song Sect, the top master of Mount Song Sect, and the legendary Three Taibao, Da Songyang Hand Fei Bin, was defeated by a junior disciple of Huashan Sect as easily as throwing away a dead fish, which is hard to believe.

  Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang were also stunned, their faces pale with shock. They knew Fei Bin's martial arts skills better than anyone, and he was undoubtedly one of the top-ranked masters in the Jianghu world. Yet now, he lay on the ground like a dead fish, tossed aside by Linghu Chong with ease.

  Several people present stared fixedly at the four shiny, snow-white and clean big molars under Linghu Cong's feet, their eyeballs almost popping out.

  "Cough cough, pffft!"

  A great master of the Songshan School, Fei Bin, who was still in high spirits just now, suddenly started coughing violently, his face flushed and swollen on both cheeks. With the support of a Songshan School disciple, he slowly got up from the ground. His expression was complex, with shame, anger, and terror intertwined, making it impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing, truly a visual paradox.

  "Hey, the great Mount Sung's Sunflower Hand is nothing but this? It can barely manage to pat someone on the back or give a massage. If it's used for fighting, it's utterly useless!" Linghu Chong exaggeratedly stretched his waist and loudly jeered.

  Feng Bin and several other Mount Song elite disciples turned pale with rage, their faces extremely unsightly. Linghu Chong's sarcasm had severely stimulated the unshakeable beliefs in the hearts of these people. Yet they were unable to refute it, as the great Mount Song Sect's Thirteen Guardians' fourth-ranked master, Fei Bin, had been slapped into a dead fish by a junior from Huashan Sect with just one move, losing four teeth.

  If this gets out, the Mount Sung Sect will become a laughing stock in the Jianghu world. Others will definitely say that Fei Bin's martial arts skills are too weak and can't even beat a junior, rather than considering that Linghu Chong's martial arts skills are too strong.

  Looking at Fei Bin and several other Mount Song elite disciples' terrified expressions, Linghu Chong smiled smugly, knowing they were scared now, see if you can still act arrogant.

  Linghu Chong took a fierce step forward, causing several people to retreat in fright. He said to the terrified Fei Bin: "Do you know that what I hate most is your Mount Song Sect's gang of arrogant and overbearing scoundrels? You go around framing others and putting big hats on them. You've done plenty of evil deeds like murder and arson, so killing you would be a relief for me."

  "Sir, do you know why I stopped my hand, rather than finishing you off with one blow?" Linghu Chong asked in a mocking tone, imitating the drawling speech of Fei Bin.

  "Linghu Cong, the Five Mountains Sword Sect is a family, how can you harm your own sect members? The other sects will surely join forces to punish Huashan Sect." Linghu Cong's sinister and mysterious smile made Fei Bin feel terrified, he was frightened and softened his tone: "As long as you spare me today, I guarantee that Mount Song Sect will not pursue this matter further, and the two evil heads Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang will be handed over to you for disposal, what do you think?"

  Linghu Chong smiled without confirming or denying, and Fei Bin was indeed the most shameless. When your Mount Song Sect led people to kill Liu Zhengfeng's family, why didn't you think about the Five Mountains Sword Sect being connected by the same breath? Hurting fellow disciples is nothing, but you bunch of bastards don't even plan to spare their wives, children and servants. Now you still talk to me about united against a common enemy, and the nonsense of being connected by the same breath.

  It seems that Fei Bin's brain has fallen into the toilet and hasn't woken up yet. When he was fighting just now, he thought of killing people to silence them. Now that he can't win, he thinks of begging for mercy and softening his stance. He even takes out the big hat of Mount Song Sect to threaten Linghu Chong. Who is Linghu Chong? Would he put a small Mount Song Sect in his eyes?

  "It's about time."

  Linghu Cong muttered to himself, yesterday he and Yue Buqun had made a plan, the obstruction of the Songshan Sect, Qu Yang's rescue situation had all been calculated, even Fei Bin would definitely bring people to chase and kill. And Linghu Cong only needed to rush to Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang's hiding place first to protect the two, holding off Fei Bin, he absolutely couldn't let him escape, Huashan Sect still had a disciple with whom he had an unrepaid blood feud.

  Although the plan was to leave Fabian to Laudon, allowing Laudon to personally avenge himself and resolve a knot in his heart, it didn't stipulate that he couldn't be taught a lesson first.

  Feng Biao's arrogant attitude and that cheap mouth made Linghu Cong extremely unhappy, so he used the North Ming Divine Art to take back his eight layers of internal energy and gave him two slaps in the face, leaving four snow-white big teeth. It can also be said that he vented his anger.

  "Here!" Linghu Cong's divine sense responded to a familiar aura.

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  As expected, before long, a figure in green clothes, Laudano, appeared in front of everyone, holding a sharp sword.

  "Master! Is Uncle Liu all right?" Laodan hurriedly walked up to Linghu Chong and anxiously asked.

  According to the plan made last night, Qu Yang rescued Liu Zhengfeng, and Fei Bin led his men in pursuit. Then, Yue Buqun ordered Laodenuo to catch up and rescue him, saving Liu Zhengfeng's life. The current Laodenuo has practiced the ultimate swordsmanship of Du Gu Nine Swords, including the total decisive move, broken sword style, and broken palm style, to a state of perfection, which just counteracts Fei Bin's martial arts skills. Although his realm is not as good as Fei Bin's, he also has the strength to fight him.

  "I've got Linghu Chong to take care of things, what else could go wrong? Liu Shifu and Qu Yang have already recovered safely, with a year or two of rest they'll be back to normal."

  Linghu Cong said, suddenly revealing a mysterious smile, and leaned in close to Labor No and whispered: "Big brother left you a gift..."

  "That guy with the swollen face, you're not unfamiliar with him, are you? You've always wanted to take revenge on Mount Song Sect. Today, my Master will let you have your wish fulfilled. My master said that I can attack at will, and all consequences will be borne by Huashan Sect." Linghu Chong pointed at the shamefully angry Fei Bin and firmly told Laborde.

  Lauder's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, ever since he had mastered the Du Gu Nine Swords technique, he had been thinking of taking revenge on the Mount Song Sect. However, the Mount Song Sect was too powerful, and to avoid implicating his own sect, he had suppressed his hatred. Now that his senior brother Linghu Chong had spoken up, he naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

  Lao Denuo stared at Mount Song's Third Protector, Fei Bin, the very man who had led a group of Mount Song thugs to annihilate his entire family, killing all his loved ones. Enduring humiliation and hardship until this day, he finally waited for an opportunity. Fei Bin, come and surrender!

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