The Feng Zun Journey
Calming the Chaos

Although it had stopped, its sharp aura still pierced through Hong Changhe's skin.

Fresh blood fell from his forehead, between his eyes, and down his nostrils.

The entire plateau was so silent, even one could hear the falling leaves.

"He lost in one strike?"

Gu Shangju, Cao Yang, and the famous guests all flinched, and it was as if their scalps were numb. 

All of those scenes happened too fast. 

So much had happened that it should have taken a long time, but in truth, almost no time had passed between Feng Zun's attack and Hong Changhe kneeling down and begging for mercy. 

Victory and defeat were decided even before the spectators understood, about what had actually happened!

"Very strong ..."

Fang Linghai gulped with difficulty, a wave of shock coursing through his heart.

The others present watched in bewilderment, glued to the spot.

Who might fail to realize that if Feng Zun did not stop his attack in time, Hong Changhe of the Nine Lightning Sect was already a chopped corpse?

“Sister Feng's strength is so strong that it's a bit unreasonable, right.?” Tianba muttered in confusion.

"Huh? Does that not make sense?" Zhuan Long could not help but laugh.

He had witnessed how Feng Zun suppressed the Immortal God sword cultivator from another world, Qing Zhu, with his own two eyes.

Just then Qing Zhu had managed to utilize the power of space and time from the spatial tunnel, it made him unaffected by the power of the Ancient Guardians Energy, so he could still use his Immortal God cultivation base.

The battle with Hong Changhe was obviously very far away when compared to the battle back then, Zhuan Long naturally disagreed with the word 'unreasonable' called Tianba.

Meanwhile..

The three foot high sword qi line disappeared without a trace.

Hong Changhe felt as if he was close to death. 

His clothes were drenched in sweat, blood drained from his old face, and he slumped as if he had lost his soul. 

In just one strike, Feng Zun had forced him to his knees!

For someone known to be so powerful and famous, this was undoubtedly an oversized slap.

"Does the Nine Lightning Sect still need an apology from me?" asked Feng Zun. 

He walked forward, still carrying his wine jug. 

The audience's expression suddenly became complicated.

Before, many of them thought that all Feng Zun needed was to take a step back and apologize. Doing so will end this conflict easily and painlessly.

Some people, such as Gu Shangju and Cao Yang, planned to take advantage of this opportunity to take down Feng Zun.

Who would dare to try such a thing now?

No matter if it was Gu Shangju, Cao Yang, and people like them were all now covered in cold sweat. 

In their hearts they rejoiced, as they did not rush to jump out and oppose Feng Zun directly.

Otherwise, they might not have suffered a loss as severe as Hong Changhe, but it was unlikely to end well for them!

The condition of Han Yuqi and Madam Lan Ting was a very clear example.

After a while, he lowered his head and said bitterly, “Before, our Nine Lightning Sect did not know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth, and we foolishly offended you. I knew I had made a big mistake, and I would naturally give up. I am no longer suitable to be called as the sect leader.”

Everyone is surprised!

None of them could have anticipated that Hong Changhe would make this choice, he must have really given up seriously.

But then, an even more unbelievable scene happened before the eyes of the spectators.

Hong Changhe suddenly bowed and kowtowed, then said, “Thank you for forgiving my life, I am so grateful for your generosity. If possible, I humbly ask you not to look at my Nine Lightning Sect with hostility. I swear in my life that no member of the Nine Lightning Sect, regardless of his position, would dare to oppose you anymore!"

The plateau was silent, except for Hong Changhe's resolute voice, his words echoing nonstop throughout the area.

Some higher-ups began to understand, and their expressions were even more conflicted than before.

There was no doubt that Hong Changhe was now fully aware, that if he offended Feng Zun here, then the Nine Lightning Sect would most likely follow in the footsteps of the Heavenly Devil Prison!

Therefore he immediately knelt down and kowtowed in hope, for Feng Zun to be willing to be lenient towards them!

Whu Kunzang and Yuan Shun were not far away, and when they saw this, their expressions were gloomy, their hearts filled with shame and sorrow.

When they went to attend today's meeting, they would never have guessed that, their attempt to bring down Feng Zun and make him apologize, would actually bring them a huge disaster!

But no matter what they thought now, it was already too late.

"I never believed your oath."

Feng Zun said casually. “But you can rest easy, I will not insist on destroying the Nine Lightning Sect just because of what happened today.”

Hong Changhe heaved a sigh of relief, then lowered his head in gratitude. “Mean Daoist Feng, thank you very much for your generosity!"

“Nona Tianba, this is what is referred to as killing tigers to warn the little monkeys. After this, who else among the present still dared to act?” Zhuan Long smirked.

Tianba. 

He looked at Feng Zun, who was standing there with his hands behind his back, then turned to the leader of the Nine Lightning Sect who was still kneeling. 

When he repeated their previous battle scene in his mind, he felt as if he was dreaming. It took a long time to pass before he recovered from the daze.

Feng Zun paid no heed to Hong Changhe anymore.

Instead, he swept his gaze to everyone and said casually, “Secte Mysterious Titan calls for this meeting to avoid any infighting between the various cultivation factions, this will also be very beneficial to the society.”

Everyone that Feng Zun saw instinctively lowered their heads, no one dared to look him in the eye directly.

"I won't waste any more words," said Feng Zun coldly. "I'm just gonna ask you this, does anyone mind?"

To everyone, his voice boomed like the drums of war, echoing throughout the Holy Mountain highlands.

The hearts of the leading guests trembled.

Who could fail to realize the consequences, if anyone objected?

These valiant experts lowered their heads and averted their eyes. 

A long time passed, but no one dared to speak up.

The young man's white robe fluttered around him as he raised the jug, and gulped it deeply.

He stared at the sea of clouds that were spinning in the distance, dyed in golden rays under the sunlight, and he listened to the natural music from the rustling of pine trees.

On the nineteenth day of the first lunar month, Feng Zun suppressed Hong Changhe of the Nine Lightning Sect above the plateau of the Sacred Mountain, intimidating the chaos that came at him!