Chapter 132: Speak to Him with Your Fists!

Above, the leaden clouds dispersed, and four golden giant eagles burst through the sky, diving straight toward them. These four golden eagles, along with their riders, came with overwhelming force. Especially the one leading the group—a young man clad in dazzling golden armor—who landed directly before Chu Feng.

“Young Master Chu, this is Dong Zhuo, the younger brother of Dong Zhe, one of the two strongest warriors of the Wuhannán Tribe, along with his three attendants,” a female tribe warrior quietly informed Chu Feng.

“Oh? Is that him?” Chu Feng nodded slightly, scrutinizing the imposing figure of Dong Zhuo before him.

His face was as handsome as polished jade, with piercing eyes. The golden crown he wore was set with a magnificent jewel, lending him an air of vitality and strength. On his shoulders rested fierce beast-faced pauldrons with mouths agape, which only enhanced his domineering and formidable presence.

Dong Zhuo was about the same age as Chu Feng, but while Chu Feng exuded steadiness and maturity, Dong Zhuo appeared unrestrained and flamboyant.

Moreover, Dong Zhuo was at the seventh level of the Body Refining Stage’s Vitality Realm—a tier above Chu Feng. His three attendants, each radiating formidable energy, were also masters at the sixth level of the same stage.

As Chu Feng measured Dong Zhuo with his gaze, Dong Zhuo returned the scrutiny.

His eyes swept slowly from Chu Feng’s head to his feet, then circled him as if Chu Feng were some rare specimen he sought to examine thoroughly.

This manner of appraisal was blatantly rude, and the look in Dong Zhuo’s eyes was filled with provocation and contempt.

“Heh, so you’re Chu Feng? I thought you’d have three heads and six arms, but turns out you’re just two shoulders bearing one head? No wonder you’re so arrogant,” Dong Zhuo said with a teasing smirk, standing firmly before Chu Feng, his tone dripping with provocation.

“I don’t deserve such praise,” Chu Feng replied coolly, shaking his head as he locked eyes with Dong Zhuo. “Are you looking to die or just crippled? Just say the word, and one finger of mine will be enough to make you suffer.”

Seeing the tension rising, Yu Zui immediately stepped forward, addressing Dong Zhuo, “Dong Zhuo, what have we done to offend you? Are you looking to cause trouble for us?”

“Oh ho! What did you just call him? ‘Brother Chu Feng’? Haha, that sounds way too natural! Why don’t you call me ‘Brother Dong Zhuo’ then?” Dong Zhuo jibed, his words laced with sarcasm, though inside he felt a complex mix of surprise and jealousy.

Surprised because, knowing Yu Zui’s gentle and cautious nature as a second-level female warrior, she rarely spoke so boldly or questioned others so directly.

That simple “Brother Chu Feng” stirred a sour pang in Dong Zhuo’s heart—a pang far more envious, resentful, and bitter than if she had called someone “husband.”

“Hee hee!”

Suddenly, a female warrior beside Chu Feng burst into laughter, covering her mouth with one hand while pointing at Dong Zhuo with the other. “Brother Dong Zhuo, when did you become so shameless as to want a second-level female to call you brother? You can’t even compare to Brother Chu Feng! How can she even bring herself to say it? Here, I’ll call you ‘Brother Dong Zhuo’ twice—Brother Dong Zhuo! Brother Dong Zhuo!”

“Ha ha, ha ha!”

At her words, over twenty female tribe warriors nearby erupted into laughter.

Though the woman’s words mocked Dong Zhuo—offering the title “Brother Dong Zhuo” almost as charity to insult him—she spoke with a smile. Dong Zhuo’s choice was grim: to erupt and appear petty, or remain silent and endure the laughter, which felt no different from a slap.

“Enough! Shut up all of you!” Dong Zhuo roared, then turned to Chu Feng and Yu Zui. “I won’t waste words with you! These Ice Abyss Mother Shells belong to the Eastern Sea Region. You can kill them if you want, but all the Ice Shell Pearls must be left to me!”

“Why? Several of those Ice Abyss Mother Shells clearly belong to the Western Sea Region!” one of Yu Zui’s female leaders snapped back before Yu Zui could speak.

“Fine. Even if those shells are from the Western Sea Region, tell me this—is this the Eastern Sea Region or the Western Sea Region?” Dong Zhuo asked coldly.

“So what if it’s the Eastern Sea Region?”

“So what? You owe me an explanation! Even if the Ice Abyss Mother Shells are yours from the West, you came into my Eastern Sea waters to hunt—that’s unacceptable!” Dong Zhuo bellowed. “Since we’re kin, I won’t make things hard for you. Just leave me half the Ice Shell Pearls and the gold!”

“That’s impossible! Young Master Chu worked hard to obtain those Ice Shell Pearls. You think you can just take them?” a female warrior retorted.

“Exactly! Give up that idea. Even if we wanted to give you some, without Chu Feng’s say so, you won’t get a single pearl!”

“Dong Zhuo, how is this any different from robbery?”

For a moment, Yu Zui said nothing extreme, but her female warriors vocally denounced Dong Zhuo’s brazen demands.

Chu Feng waved his hand to silence the women, then faced Dong Zhuo. “In my eyes, you’re less than a common thief. Listen carefully: if you think you have what it takes, kill me and everything here is yours. If not, then the farther you stay from me, the better.”

“Good kid!”

Enraged at those words, Dong Zhuo’s internal energy flared, enveloping his body like a mist, roaring with power.

“Chu Feng! You better open your eyes wide and see whose turf this is! You run wild in the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Veins, but my whip is too short to reach you! You act recklessly on Wuhannán Snow Tribe grounds? I’ll make sure you pay!” Dong Zhuo shouted, and with a sharp swish, a golden whip gleamed in his hand.

“Heh!”

Chu Feng sneered, shaking his head. “Even if the entire Ice Abyss Sea were a mere pond belonging to your family, Dong Zhuo, if you provoke me, I’ll have your corpse lying on the spot.”

“Then let’s see who ends up on the ground!” Dong Zhuo raised his golden whip, taking a fighting stance.

“Dong Zhuo, you want to fight Young Master Chu? You’ll have to get past me first!”

Suddenly, a commanding male voice rang out from afar.

Chu Feng’s heart stirred. Among the Wuhannán Snow Tribe, who would step forward to shield him? Hearing the voice, he was surprised.

From a distance, a man marched forward with his head held high and strides firm.

Though shorter in stature, his dark complexion and somewhat rugged features struck Chu Feng as a true man worthy of respect.

This was none other than Bai Naizhao.

Bai Naizhao strode up, glanced at Chu Feng, then addressed Dong Zhuo. “If you want to fight Young Master Chu, you’re not qualified. Fight me first.”

“Heh, you?”

Dong Zhuo’s anger flared, but his face wore a mock smile as he sized up Bai Naizhao. “Your ugly mug looks familiar. Who the hell are you exactly?”

“Lord Dong Zhuo, this man seems to be Bai Naizhao, the Beast Taming Hall Chief of the Nine Mysterious Sect,” one of Dong Zhuo’s attendants whispered with a smile.

“Oh, Bai Naizhao!” Dong Zhuo’s expression shifted, then laughed. “So, Bai Naizhao, when did you grow a spine and start working as someone’s lackey? Aren’t you afraid I’ll break your legs?”

Bai Naizhao clenched his fists tightly, his internal energy concentrating there, swelling his fists to the size of watermelons.

Chu Feng shouted, “Chief Bai, don’t waste words on him. Let your fists speak!”

“All right!” Bai Naizhao nodded, shouting at Dong Zhuo, “When I move, I’ll take special care of your handsome face!”

“Deserve to die!”

Seething with rage, Dong Zhuo could no longer fake a smile. With a fierce roar, his golden whip lashed out toward Bai Naizhao.