Feng Tianming held his chin high and mocked Chen Ping with a sarcastic tone:
"Chen Ping, I truly wonder how the Chen Family managed to produce a piece of trash like your elder brother?"
"Born from the same mother, yet your elder brother is an incompetent piece of trash? But you can Cultivate!"
"Could it be that all of the Chen Family’s Luck is concentrated on you alone? Hahaha!"
The surrounding Disciples let out low chuckles, their gazes sweeping over Chen Ping with scrutiny and a hint of wanting to watch a good show.
Chen Ping’s face turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly.
He could tolerate others discussing him, but he absolutely could not allow anyone to insult his elder brother.
Although his elder brother was a profligate, he cared deeply for his younger brother.
Chen Ping suddenly looked up, his eyes sharp as knives, his voice slightly deep due to anger:
"Feng Tianming, watch your mouth."
"If my elder brother were truly an incompetent piece of trash, how could he have slept with your elder sister?"
"Whether my elder brother is incompetent, you can go ask Feng Zhixian yourself. Ask her how capable my elder brother is in bed?"
Whoosh!
These words were like a massive stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.
All the onlookers were stunned, and then an even more enthusiastic discussion erupted.
"What? Senior Sister Feng Zhixian, she, she was slept with by Brother Chen Ping’s elder brother?"
"My heavens! Impossible, right? Senior Sister Feng is the goddess in the hearts of so many of us!"
"A shocking piece of gossip! No wonder Feng Tianming targets Chen Ping so much; there was this hidden grudge!"
"Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect Senior Sister Feng to no longer be a virgin?"
Various speculations and sounds of disbelief surged towards Feng Tianming like a tide.
Feng Zhixian was not only his older sister but also the pride of the Feng Family, the capital he prided himself on.
At this moment, his sister’s reputation was publicly defiled by Chen Ping, attracting such vulgar discussions.
Feng Tianming’s face instantly flushed liver-red, filled with shame and indignation, almost spitting fire.
"Chen Ping! You’re courting death!" Feng Tianming trembled all over, his voice sharp:
"You and your trash older brother are the same, spouting nonsense! How could your elder brother, that bastard, be worthy of touching my sister?"
"I think no one in your Chen Family is any good! Oh, wait, I heard that you Chen Ping and that trash elder brother of yours weren’t even born from the same mother, right?"
"Your elder brother is probably the bastard child of some unknown slut..."
"If they were from the same mother, how could one be a Genius and the other trash? Hahaha!"
"Feng Tianming!" Chen Ping’s eyes instantly turned red.
His mother was his reverse scale, the softest and most inviolable existence in his heart.
Feng Tianming’s words were like a poisoned blade, fiercely piercing his reason.
Overwhelming rage drowned Chen Ping. He fiercely stepped forward, his voice chillingly cold, carrying unquestionable resolve:
"Feng Tianming! In the name of the Chen Family, I challenge you to a Duel."
"Today, on the Duel Platform, we will determine who is superior and settle our dignity. Do you dare accept?"
Provoked like this by Chen Ping, how could Feng Tianming possibly show weakness? He responded sharply:
"Why wouldn’t I dare! It’s exactly what I want!"
"Today, I will let you know that even between Heaven Grade Spiritual Roots, there is a gap."
The two agreed immediately and headed towards the Duel Platform established within the Outer Sect.
The surrounding Disciples who came to watch the excitement were even more thrilled, calling friends and gathering in a swarm.
The Primordial Holy Land strictly forbade private fights between Disciples; violators would be severely punished.
However, the Duel Platform was the only legitimate venue to resolve grudges, and as long as no one was killed, the Sect would not interfere excessively.
Soon, a crowd gathered around the Duel Platform built of bluestone.
On the stage, Chen Ping and Feng Tianming stood opposite each other. Both possessed the cultivation of the Ninth Level of Martial Dao and shared Heaven Grade Spiritual Roots. Their Auras surged, exciting the crowd’s anticipation.
"Begin!"
Someone shouted, and the two on the stage moved instantly!
Chen Ping let out a low roar and circulated the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture.
His body faintly emitted a layer of pale golden light. His fist wind was vast, subtly carrying the sound of a Dragon’s roar. It was incomparably fierce, aiming directly for Feng Tianming’s center.
This was precisely the Legacy Cultivation Technique of the Chen Family, which emphasized breaking skill with strength, being utterly domineering.
Feng Tianming was equally unwilling to be outdone. He circulated the Nine Revolutions Nirvana Scripture; his movement technique became agile and elusive, with crimson spiritual power flowing between his palms and fingers, carrying a scorching Aura and a sense of endless vitality.
The Feng Family’s Cultivation Technique excelled in change and endurance, possessing extreme tenacity.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fists met palms, and the sounds of spiritual energy collisions were endless.
The figures of the two rapidly interwove on the stage, golden and crimson spiritual lights continuously exploding, and waves of Qi rolling outward.
Chen Ping’s attacks were broad and sweeping, his strength heavy and profound.
Feng Tianming, however, countered every move, attempting to neutralize the force with finesse while seeking counter-attack opportunities.
For a time, they fought evenly matched, neither gaining an advantage.
As the stalemate persisted, both simultaneously activated their respective Bloodline Power.
Chen Ping roared, and an ancient and majestic Aura erupted from within him.
On the surface of his skin, Xuanhuang-colored Dragon Scales visibly emerged, shimmering with a metallic luster.
His figure seemed to grow slightly taller, his muscles bulged, and his strength, speed, and defense all surged instantly.
A Dragon Might permeated the area, startling everyone beneath the platform.
Feng Tianming’s body radiated a brilliant scarlet light, as if he were enveloped in a layer of burning flames, causing the surrounding air to become scorching and distorted.
Flames seemed to flicker in his eyes, and his Aura also climbed sharply, carrying the scorching heat and nobility capable of incinerating all things.
"Roar!"
"Screech!"
It was as if the sounds of a Dragon’s roar and a Phoenix’s cry rang out, and the two figures clashed fiercely once more.
This time, the commotion far exceeded the previous ones; every collision caused the bluestone platform surface to tremble slightly.
The Dragon Scales offered astonishing defense, and the strength was tyrannical.
The Phoenix Flames were unbearably scorching, and the offensive was fierce.
Both fought in their strongest states, mesmerizing and astounding the crowd below.
Finally, in a head-on collision, Chen Ping relied on the greater strength amplification brought by the Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon Bloodline.
He blasted away the protective Phoenix Flames surrounding Feng Tianming with one punch, landing solidly on his chest.
"Pfft."
Feng Tianming spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground beneath the Duel Platform. He struggled a few times but could not immediately get up.
Chen Ping stood on the platform, his chest heaving violently, and a trace of blood also seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Clearly, defeating Feng Tianming had cost him a considerable price; his internal Qi and blood were surging, and his spiritual energy was heavily depleted.
"Feng Tianming, remember this: it is your Feng Family that is incompetent."
"Today, you brought this humiliation upon yourself."
Chen Ping’s voice rang out, clearly audible to everyone around.
He glanced coldly at Feng Tianming below the platform, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned to leave.
"Stop!"
Just then, a figure moved swiftly like the wind, leaping onto the Duel Platform and blocking Chen Ping’s path.
"It’s Feng Tianxiang! What is he trying to do?"
"Feng Tianming’s cousin, Third Level of the Burning Lamp Realm!"
"Isn’t this too shameless? Chen Ping just finished a fight and is injured; he, someone in the Burning Lamp Realm, challenges him?"
"This is clearly bullying!"
An uproar and sounds of contempt immediately rose from the crowd.
No one expected Feng Tianxiang to be so shameless as to challenge Chen Ping immediately.
Chen Ping paused his steps, looked at Feng Tianxiang in front of him, frowned deeply, and his vigilance soared.
He wasn’t foolish; he knew that in his current state, he was absolutely no match for Feng Tianxiang of the Third Level of the Burning Lamp Realm.
"Feng Tianxiang, what do you mean?" Chen Ping asked in a deep voice.
Feng Tianxiang said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, "Nothing much. I saw you have good skills and wanted to spar with you. What, you don’t dare?"
Chen Ping snorted coldly. "I have no interest in sparring with you. Move aside."
Seeing that Chen Ping was unmoved by the goading, Feng Tianxiang’s eyes turned cold, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with sarcasm and insult:
"What? You’re leaving already?"
"Chen Ping, I think you and your elder brother Chen Chuan are both spineless cowards."
"Is this the style of your Chen Family? Only daring to bully those with similar cultivation levels, but tucking your tail between your legs to run when facing a stronger opponent?"
"Not a shred of courage or responsibility, truly useless."
Chen Ping’s body stiffened abruptly, his fists clenched instantly, his fingernails almost digging into his flesh.
Anger surged in his chest like magma, but reason told him that rushing forward impulsively would only lead to self-inflicted humiliation, or even worse injury.
Seeing that Chen Ping was trembling all over from anger yet still showed no intention of accepting the challenge, the smug look on Feng Tianxiang’s face intensified.
He sneered and spoke word by word, loudly enough for the entire venue to hear:
"Hmph, it seems I was right! The men of your Chen Family are indeed spineless wastes."
After Feng Tianxiang finished speaking, a calm voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness clearly carried in from the edge of the crowd.
"Feng Tianxiang, is it? Since you’re itching for a beating, I’ll grant your wish."
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw the crowd parting to create a path. Chen Chuan, expressionless, walked slowly, step by step.
His gaze was like two ice picks, shooting directly at Feng Tianxiang on the Duel Platform.
In an instant, everyone’s gaze in the entire venue focused on Chen Chuan.
When Chen Ping clearly saw Chen Chuan’s face, he was shocked.
He never expected his elder brother, who had been expelled from the Family, to actually appear inside the Primordial Holy Land.
Chen Ping was somewhat stunned; hadn’t this elder brother of his failed to Awaken his Spiritual Root?
How could he be in the Primordial Holy Land?