The scene grew even more intense. Patriarch Peng gritted his teeth in anger, itching to jump in himself.
But since Feng Jinchuan remained motionless, he dared not act rashly. He forced himself to maintain the image of a composed patriarch, though every cell in his body screamed to fight.
Especially seeing his own people beaten so badly by Feng Youming, he longed to step forward and settle the score with that cultivator.
Patriarchr Peng rubbed his hands together, eager for action.
Feng Jinchuan watched everything carefully, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Feng Youming still held back from striking. Was it true anger or something else?
His expression shifted. Since the opponent refused to make the first move, then he would give him a push.
In the next moment, a curved blade shimmering with icy cold light appeared in Feng Jinchuan's hand. Without hesitation, he hurled it at the Peng family cultivators, joining the fray.
Patriarch Peng was stunned, his brow furrowing ever so slightly as suspicion crept in.
What was Feng Jinchuan up to?
Why wasn't he attacking him directly but going after others instead?
It made no sense.
Could he be looking down on him?
Peng's face darkened and he immediately glared at "Feng Youming."
Fine. So everyone here was acting so arrogant? Did they really think the Peng family had no one left to fight?
They needed a lesson.
Patriarch Peng's expression turned fierce. Suddenly, he raised his hand and struck toward "Feng Youming."
His own people were being beaten badly, he could not stand by any longer.
A fierce palm wind surged with a strong golden energy. Mid-air, it transformed into countless golden arrows that shot toward "Feng Youming."
Song Wanníng sensed something wrong. Her face turned grim.
This was bad.
Someone was attacking her.
Damn it, weren't they supposed to be acting independently? Why did others suddenly join in?
She scanned the battlefield and cursed the moment she spotted Feng Jinchuan joining the fight.
"Damn it—Feng Jinchuan!"
This scheming man was truly calculating!
But the crisis was closing in and she had no choice but to respond.
Yet using magic now would expose her...
Almost instinctively, Song Wanníng leapt up and quickly moved to the side.
She couldn't tank the attack, but she could use her body technique to evade. Feng Youming had a wind elemental spirit root, excelling in agility. It made sense for her to use speed as well.
She activated the new body technique she had recently inherited and sped into a blur, forming a nearly invisible line.
As the palm wind brushed past her, it scraped her face painfully, but her thick skin protected her from injury.
Just after dodging, Song Wanníng moved like a ghost behind Patriarch Peng and slammed a heavy fist into his back.
"You bastard, you're so dishonorable, daring to sneak attack! I'll crush you! This is outright bullying!"
Patriarch Peng sensed something behind him and spun around to block.
Veins bulging on his muscular arm, his physical strength was intimidating.
Bang!
Fist met arm. Song Wanníng's palm tingled from the impact but she gritted her teeth and struck again with her other hand. Her face flushed red with anger, twisting in fury.
"You're beyond unreasonable. As the Peng family patriarch, it's because of men like you that Peng Yu dared to behave so shamelessly!
I'm hitting you because you're an irresponsible patriarch!
Take that for sneaking up on me! Take this for hitting me!
You don't understand my temper. Unless you kill me today..."
She cursed nonstop, dragging Patriarch Peng's entire ancestry through the mud.
Peng family members were furious, but the Feng family could only smile and cheer Feng Youming on.
Serves him right!
People like that deserved it!
"Feng Youming, do you really think I won't deal with you?"
Patriarch Peng's ears burned with rage. His face darkened like the bottom of a pot as he wanted nothing more than to tear Feng Youming apart.
"Let me see what you're capable of! Let's see who ends up beaten like a pig first!"
Her provocation worked perfectly. Furious, he threw all caution aside and engaged Feng Youming in close combat.
From memory, Patriarch Peng loved fighting hand-to-hand and had trained his muscles to show off his power.
This was his strongest move.
He and "Feng Youming" grappled fiercely.
The man who had been beaten finally got a break, glaring venomously at "Feng Youming."
His wounds were light, but his dignity was crushed beyond repair.
How dare Feng Youming accuse Patriarch Peng of being too much? The man should look at himself in a mirror first.
Rubbing his swollen face, he prepared to rush Feng Youming and finish him off. With uninterrupted spiritual energy, he could easily use magic.
But before he moved, Patriarch Peng flicked his eyes and barked, "Go help over there. I don't need you here!"
His sharp command stopped the man's plan.
Patriarch Peng did not want to be accused of bullying the weak. He refused to let reinforcements join.
The man fell silent for a moment, then angrily attacked others alone.
The battle shifted rapidly. This all happened within minutes.
Feng Jinchuan watched Patriarch Peng fighting "Feng Youming" and couldn't help but feel exasperated.
Patriarch Peng was known for his love of punching. Feng Jinchuan had hoped he would force "Feng Youming" to reveal his spell, but this was not the result he expected.
"What a waste."
Feng Jinchuan curled his lips in sarcasm.
It was better for them to be slow and foolish. That way, Feng family's plans wouldn't be ruined.
No clan should expect to share Feng family's glory or compete for the dragon vein.
A ruthless thought flashed in Feng Jinchuan's mind. He decided it was best to quickly confirm Feng Youming's true identity.
The dragon vein was too important to gamble on. He had thought about testing Feng Youming directly, but without proper cause, it would upset the elders.
After all, Feng Youming was sent on a mission and completed it successfully, not wandering around aimlessly.
Moreover, if Feng Youming was innocent, testing him would only chill his loyalty. And with his impulsive nature, who knew when he might betray Feng family in the future?
None of these were good options.
At this critical moment, there could be no fractures in clan unity, or it would be impossible to suppress outside threats.
Still, Feng Jinchuan did not want to miss this chance.
He glanced around to confirm no Feng family members were watching him.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he silently fired an invisible golden needle.