Chapter 120: Forging a Realm of Righteousness!

"S-Senior Jing... W-We want you to avenge us!"

The battered members of the Iron Blood Alliance crawled to Jing Wuxue's side, wailing like frightened dogs seeing their master. Their habitual oppression and abuse of power had finally backfired, and the common inner sect disciples, seeking retaliation, struck with a fury that dislodged teeth and left mouths gaping open.

A trace of anger flashed in Jing Wuxue's eyes as he cast a chilling gaze across the scene, sending shivers down the spines of the surrounding disciples. His eyes were those of a predator.

"So, you’re Ling Feng?" Jing Wuxue fixated on Ling Feng, an icy smile curling at the corner of his lips. There was no rage, just an eerie calm—the calm before the storm.

Ling Feng stood atop the steps, hands clasped behind his back, silently assessing Jing Wuxue. The man who founded the Iron Blood Alliance indeed possessed remarkable courage.

Jing Wuxue's gaze narrowed as he remarked, "I've heard my master mention you before. I've long wanted to meet you, though I never imagined it would be under these circumstances."

Ling Feng smirked faintly, his voice casual. "There's no need for idle chatter. I summoned you here with a specific purpose. I want you to declare the dissolution of the Iron Blood Alliance, effective today!"

Gasp! A collective gasp echoed through the crowd. Was Senior Uncle Ling Feng truly giving orders to Jing Wuxue? Did he really not know who Jing Wuxue was?

"Hahahaha!" Jing Wuxue, incensed yet amused, erupted into laughter, joined by his elite Iron Blood Alliance members who found the situation hilariously entertaining.

"Hahaha, kid, do you really see yourself as a top figure? You think you can command someone like me?"

"Too naive! Just because you injured a few lackeys from our Iron Blood Alliance, you think you're invincible? You're nothing but a fool!"

Jing Wuxue gestured for silence, then narrowed his eyes as he focused on Ling Feng. "Originally, your actions against our Iron Blood Alliance warranted no mercy. However, our sect leader has instructed me not to harm you. If you're sensible, you'll compensate for our losses, apologize, and then leave obediently."

"As for the dissolution of the Iron Blood Alliance, cease such naive dreams. You can't even scratch the surface of our alliance!"

Jing Wuxue stood proudly, exuding authority. Though he harbored an intense desire to strike Ling Feng down, he had been instructed by Lin Canglang not to provoke him. Despite his overwhelming urge, he was compelled to restrain himself.

Ling Feng remained silent, a cold smirk on his lips, showing no intention of backing down.

"Don't be naive! Boy, I'll give you one last chance. Otherwise, even if I don't kill you, I will cripple your arms!" Jing Wuxue's cold gaze locked onto Ling Feng. "Think it through. Don't deceive yourself!"

A glint of cold determination flashed in Ling Feng's eyes as he finally spoke, "The Iron Blood Alliance will fall today!"

A hint of anger surfaced on Jing Wuxue's face, stirring him into complete fury.

"Fine, have it your way!" Jing Wuxue's expression turned colder. "Today, I will break every bone in your body, one by one! Anyone daring to resist the Iron Blood Alliance can step forward; I won't hesitate to break their bones one by one. Let's see if your bones are as tough as my fists!"

Arrogant! Utterly brazen! This was Jing Wuxue's typical style. Today, he considered himself restrained, but faced with Ling Feng's reckless attitude, he couldn't help but reveal his fierce countenance. The ordinary disciples bowed their heads in fear, afraid of attracting Jing Wuxue's wrath.

"Oh, is that so?" Ling Feng, positioned above, stared down at Jing Wuxue. With every word resonating with conviction, he declared, "If you think strength equals supremacy, then I'll use my fists to forge a realm of righteousness!"

With each deliberate and powerful stride, Ling Feng advanced steadily towards Jing Wuxue. His posture remained erect, his figure, though appearing somewhat slender, now seemed like an unyielding pillar.

Jing Wuxue burst into laughter, his gaze directed skyward. "Kid, do you really intend to challenge the entire Iron Blood Alliance single-handedly?"

Glancing at the silent ordinary disciples around him, Jing Wuxue laughed maniacally. "Except for you, no one dares oppose me! You're just fighting alone in the end!"

However, before the words had even settled—

"No, Senior Uncle Ling Feng, you're not fighting alone!"

Wang Qiang stepped forward, matching Ling Feng's strides.

"And me!"

"And me!"

Jiang Wanqing, Su Hongxiu, Zhou Yan... One by one, disciples joined Ling Feng, their steps firm and resolute. The ordinary disciples around them felt their blood boil once again with fervor. What is there to fear? Since we've chosen to fight, let's fight to the end! Heads lifted high once more, the fear in their hearts swept away.

"There's me too!"

"And me!"

In an instant, the entire crowd erupted into commotion. There were only thirty or forty individuals beside Jing Wuxue, but behind Ling Feng stood four or five hundred! The dense mass of people slowly closed in.

Jing Wuxue had never imagined that so many would dare to rise up against him. He suddenly realized that this youth named Ling Feng had become the beacon of hope in the hearts of these people, representing the light of justice poised to drive away the darkness.

"Damn it!" Jing Wuxue's heart surged with anger. "Do they think sheer numbers make them formidable?" A sense of foreboding crept into his heart. Everything seemed to have slipped from his grasp. These ordinary disciples, who had once submitted to his authority, were now rising up in rebellion!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

While Jing Wuxue's rage thundered forth, his elite companions from the Iron Blood Alliance found themselves startled by the overpowering force, taking several steps back in retreat.

Liu Quanhai, utterly overwhelmed, collapsed to the ground in fear, wetting himself.

"Worthless trash!" With a grimace at the foul odor, Jing Wuxue delivered a powerful kick, sending Liu Quanhai flying.

As he surveyed the immense crowd, Jing Wuxue felt a flicker of uncertainty. Should he fight? Can he realistically incapacitate hundreds of inner sect disciples? While the Iron Blood Alliance might possess such capability, Jing Wuxue realized that such actions would jeopardize his standing within the Wenxian Sect.

After a momentary pause, Jing Wuxue shot Ling Feng a fierce glare. "Hold on! We are all fellow disciples after all. Resorting to violence would only harm our camaraderie. I am unwilling to escalate matters any further. If you cease your actions now, I will overlook today's incident. As for the medical expenses for your friend's injuries, the Iron Blood Alliance will take full responsibility."

Under the prevailing circumstances, Jing Wuxue reluctantly chose to compromise.