This sudden turn of events unfolded in less than half a second!
Just half a second ago, Wenn Yongshou had been arrogantly dismissive. He demanded that Chen Fei roll away from his seat, declaring that he, Wenn Yongshou, had taken a liking to it. But half a second later, his mouth snapped shut. His face turned pale, he broke out in a cold sweat, his pupils contracted, and even the hands he hid behind his back were trembling.
This sudden development, especially the appearance of a Formation he was so familiar with, nearly drove him mad. He couldn't comprehend how that little brat, that wet-behind-the-ears greenhorn, could possess such means and capabilities.
"What do you want? Don't you know who I am? Brother, what are you just standing there for? Save me!" Wenn Yongshou blustered, his voice a mixture of a harsh scolding and a panicked plea. Meeting Chen Fei's pitch-black eyes, he felt an uncontrollable sense of guilt, as if this little rascal⦠truly dared to harm him.
"Mr. Chen, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsiveā¦"
An even denser cold sweat broke out on Prince Schumacher's forehead. He glanced sideways at the grim-faced Wenn Tianxiong, then hastily rose and took a large step forward. Wiping his brow, he said to Chen Fei, "Mr. Chen, Mr. Wenn Yongshou was unaware of your strength and identity. He certainly didn't mean to target you. Please, don't be angry."
"What are you implying, Prince Schumacher? He's just some insignificant little brat who's barely a man! Are you blind? Can't you see what he's doing right now? Brother! What are you waiting for? Save me! Why won't you do anything to save me!"
Wenn Yongshou saw that Prince Schumacher's first reaction wasn't to attack Chen Fei and free him. Instead, the Prince was trying to placate Chen Fei with soft words, wearing a look of helplessness. It was as if he, Wenn Yongshou, was the one who had acted recklessly and overstepped his bounds by offending the little brat. This thought made him burst with intense humiliation and shame, and his face turned livid.
"Shut up!"
This time, Wenn Tianxiong cut him off with a cold expression. His somber gaze fell upon Chen Fei. After a long silence, his deep voice finally spoke, "Might I have your name?"
Compared to his idiotic brother, he was clearly much smarter. The expressions of everyone present, combined with the Formation that had instantly sealed his brother Wenn Yongshou, was more than enough proof. This young man, who looked to be in his twenties, was far from being as simple as his age suggested.
Hearing this, the cold-faced Chen Fei slowly turned to glance at him. "It seems you're asking me. My name is Chen Fei."
"Chen Fei? A good name," Wenn Tianxiong said, slowly rising from his seat with an impassive face.
"A good name? That's hardly your concern." Young Master Chen, Chen Fei, pursed his lips.
"Indeed, it is not my concern. However, my brother is currently in your hands. Surely I can be concerned about that, can't I?" As he spoke, a figure suddenly flickered before Chen Fei. Just like that, Wenn Tianxiong had appeared right in front of him. His eyes were fixed on Chen Fei, and his demeanor was anything but friendly.
Immediately, Young Master Chen, Chen Fei's eyes narrowed into cold slits. He studied the man's face: square, with thick eyebrows, a robust build, and dark skin. When he opened his mouth, he revealed rows of crooked, uneven teeth, perhaps a sign of his advanced age. Yet, standing there, he exuded the overwhelming aura of a powerful figure.
A Peak Late Innate Ancient Martial Artist! Chen Fei's sharp Divine Sense had already registered it. No wonder. No wonder even Prince Schumacher of the Blood Clan and Saint Magus Melsdom show him such reverence. So, he's a Peak Late Innate Ancient Martial Artist!
At this moment, seeing Chen Fei finally confronting Wenn Tianxiong, many in the conference hall found it hard to swallow and fell utterly silent. The atmosphere grew heavy and tense.
They were almost certain that Chen Fei could not possibly be a match for Wenn Tianxiong. The problem was, Wenn Yongshou was currently in the young man's hands. If he were to act ruthlessly, the outcome would be too unpredictable⦠or rather, they didn't dare to even imagine it. The possibilities were too terrifying.
After all, even Bishop Hales had been tormented into such a sorry state by this very person. No matter how powerful the Ween Family was, could they really be stronger than the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church? At this thought, more cold sweat beaded on everyone's foreheads.
"If you're not blind, you should have seen that this Old Rascal started trouble with me first," Chen Fei responded coldly.
The expressions of those present shifted once again, their gazes on Chen Fei turning complicated. After the incident with Bishop Hales, they had all realized this Easterner named Chen Fei was not to be trifled with; his personality was extremely tough and assertive. Still, they never expected him to dare speak to Wenn Tianxiong with such a tone.
This was Wenn Tianxiong, one of the few supreme beings in the Western Dark World who could stand on equal footing with an SSS+ ranker. And nowā¦
"Trouble? It was hardly trouble. My brother simply failed to recognize your strength. It was a mere misunderstanding. Surely you don't intend to hold my, Wenn Tianxiong's, brother accountable for such a small matter?" As expected, Wenn Tianxiong's eyes darkened. A cold light, sharp as a blade, glinted in them as he spoke with a calm, dispassionate air.
He spoke as if it were the most natural and reasonable thing in the world. His brother had simply failed to recognize his opponent's strength; had he known, this misunderstanding would never have happened. To put it bluntly, might makes right.
"A small matter? Haha, hahahaā¦"
Hearing this, Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, suddenly burst into laughter. His dark eyes fixed on Wenn Tianxiong, a smile playing on his lips that wasn't a smile. "Are you aware that for what you call a 'small matter', someone has already paid the price? And it happened just a moment agoā¦"
As Chen Fei spoke, the expressions of everyone present changed. They knew exactly what he meant by "paying the price." They had witnessed it with their own eyes.
"What do you mean by that?" Observing the shifting expressions around him, Wenn Tianxiong's eyes narrowed sharply. He locked his gaze on Chen Fei and asked slowly, his voice dripping with ice.
"Brother, why are you wasting your breath on him? What the hell is this little bastard worth? Just kill him, and let's see what he has to say thenā¦" Hearing this, Wenn Yongshou's face contorted with malice, and he began to curse openly. Although he was still trapped by Chen Fei's Formation, he was used to throwing his weight around, relying on his brother's power. To suffer such humiliation now, and to see this little brat act so arrogantly in front of his brotherāeven more arrogant than himselfāwas more than he could bear. The toxic, twisted anger in his heart finally erupted, and he started screaming curses.
"Mr. Wenn Yongshou, don'tā" Seeing Wenn Yongshou pointing and cursing at Chen Fei even at a time like this, Prince Schumacher's face paled once more. He shouted out, a mix of panic and helplessness in his voice.
But before he could finish, the very thing he had feared came to pass.
SLAP!
Before his voice faded, a sharp crack echoed through the hall as a hand formed entirely of flames struck Wenn Yongshou squarely across the face.
An eerie silence fell over the room.
"You⦠you⦠how fucking dare youā¦" Slapped so soundly in front of everyone, Wenn Yongshou's eyes instantly turned ferocious and bloodshot. He glared at Chen Fei, his face a mask of pure, twisted hatred, as if he wanted to tear a chunk of flesh from him with his teeth. But then, another slap landed on his face, the sound sharp and agonizingly painful.
Then, Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, looked at him coldly and said slowly, "If you don't watch your mouth, I'll kill you right now. Try me if you don't believe it."
In an instant, the distorted malice on Wenn Yongshou's face froze. From Chen Fei's words, he sensed a murderous intentāone that was raw, unconcealed, and bone-chillingly real. Besides him, everyone else's expression changed once again, and a palpable restlessness began to stir among them.
It was understandable. Wenn Tianxiong of the Ween Family was standing right there. To speak of killing his brother right in front of him⦠They couldn't help but wonder: did even Prince Schumacher or Saint Magus Melsdom have the guts to do such a thing?
"Boy, are you looking down on me, Wenn Tianxiong?" Seeing Chen Fei act so brazenly right in front of him, even a man with his level of composure couldn't help but fly into a rage. His eyes, burning with a frosty, cold glare, locked onto Chen Fei as he spat out words that sent shivers down everyone's spines.
By now, everyone could tell. Wenn Tianxiong was truly enraged.
"I'm looking down on you? Haha, hahahaā¦"
Hearing this, Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, reacted as if he'd just heard the world's funniest joke. With a cold smile directed at Wenn Tianxiong, he casually pointed to a person not far away and said slowly, "My friend over there, could you please tell Old Master Ween what happened here before they arrived?"
"Me? Me?"
The person who was pointed at visibly trembled. He rose awkwardly and began to speak in a slow voice, "Lord Wenn Tianxiong, Mr. Wenn Yongshou, before you arrived, Bishop Hales questioned Mr. Chen's qualification to sit at the round table. Afterward, they fought outside. The result was⦠Bishop Hales had an arm twisted off by Mr. Chen, and he begged for mercy in front of all of us."
"What⦠what did you say!?" The malice, fury, and rage on Wenn Yongshou's face instantly froze, coming to an abrupt halt. It was replaced by overwhelming shock and utter disbelief.
Even Wenn Tianxiong's expression flickered, the cold light in his eyes wavering as he stared at Chen Fei.
Hales? The Hales from the Holy Church of the Divine Holy Church? This brat broke his arm, and he actually begged for mercy!?