1248 Zhao Yufei Strikes (1/2)

Chapter 1248 - Zhao Yufei Strikes

With Spiritual Race core disciples Zhang Yutong and Jin Wei leading the way, the surrounding disciples began to voice their disapproval. Although they didn't want to offend Zhao Yufei, the sight of their goddess holding the hand of a strange man was difficult to swallow. Besides, Zhao Feng was just a periphery disciple; the status between him and them was like that between heaven and earth.

”He was only a periphery disciple? He truly has no respect for the rules!” Wei Qingying shrilly cried out from next to Quasi-God Luo Yu. She initially found it very strange that Zhao Feng managed to get promoted to inner disciple so quickly, but as it turned out, he was only a periphery disciple.

”Get out of here!” Jin Wei angrily glared at Zhao Feng and bellowed. He had lost the battle just now, so only by humiliating Zhao Feng would he be able to vent his spleen.

It's over! Nearby, Pan Hao stirred from his shocked stupor and dropped his head with a sigh.

He was the one to bring Zhao Feng, and now that this matter was exposed, he would find it hard to extricate himself from any responsibility. Moreover, Zhao Feng had offended the majority of the inner disciples and core disciples here. Once they found out that he was the one who had brought Zhao Feng, their anger would spread to him as well as the inner disciple faction he belonged to.

”I was the one who let him come!” Zhao Yufei suddenly said, and then she turned to Zhao Feng with a tender look in her eyes.

The crowd that had been threatening Zhao Feng was instantly dumbfounded.

”Yufei, you…” Jin Wei was speechless. Zhao Yufei had no idea that Zhao Feng would even show up here, so how could she have let him come? It was clear that Zhao Yufei was taking Zhao Feng's side.

”Yufei, if you insist on standing up for him, we can't do anything about it, but the person you favor seems to be just a little too lacking in backbone. Does he only know how to stand behind you and have you block any storms for him?” Zhang Yutong looked at Zhao Feng and jeered.

Zhao Yufei was a Spiritual Race core disciple and was heavily favored by many of the elders, so if Zhao Yufei wanted to side with Zhao Feng, they couldn't do anything about it. Thus, Zhang Yutong chose to go at Zhao Feng instead!

”A fellow who can only depend on a woman!”

”If you've got the guts, come out and take responsibility!”

The surrounding disciples all began to deride Zhao Feng's conduct as shameless.

”Brother Feng, ignore them!” Zhao Yufei's hand tightened its grip.

Zhao Feng was just a periphery disciple of the Spiritual Race. He had no backer or patron. If he really did take responsibility for his actions, he was certain to suffer harsh punishment. These inner disciples and core disciples would be able to easily deal with Zhao Feng.

But at this moment, Zhao Feng stepped forward and calmly stared at Zhang Yutong.

Other than Kong Die, who was watching all this with a smile on her face, everyone was taken aback by Zhao Feng's action. He actually stepped forward!

”This conference did not have a clear rule stating that periphery disciples could not take part,” Zhao Feng calmly said.

Everyone nodded. There truly was no such rule. However, invitations had only been given to core disciples and some inner disciples.

”Correct, but invitations were not given to periphery…” Zhang Yutong had no idea what Zhao Feng was up to, but his voice remained cold and indifferent.

But he was too stunned to continue, and the second half of his sentence was swallowed back down his throat. At this moment, everyone was staring in astonishment at the invitation in Zhao Feng's hand!

”This kid actually has an invitation!” Pan Hao's eyes were round in shock as he realized that he was worrying over nothing.

”How? He's a periphery disciple! How did he get an invitation!?”

”Damn it! Who gave it to him!?”

Quite a few people in the crowd were softly cursing under their breath.

Those who had the right to issue invitations were the core disciples, who wielded the most authority in this conference. How did Zhao Feng manage to meet a core disciple before the conference?

But there was no question that Zhao Feng had gotten his hands on an invitation, so he clearly had the right to attend this conference.

”Little Die!” Zhao Yufei gave an excited glance at Kong Die and realized that Kong Die had a face that said, ”You owe me a favor.”

Kong Die then turned to Zhao Feng, her eyes turning gloomy. In truth, she also didn't believe that Zhao Feng was suitable for Zhao Yufei, as there were far too many people better than Zhao Feng among Zhao Yufei's suitors.

Just from the people present, Zhang Yutong was a Rank Six True God who could exterminate Zhao Feng as if he was a speck of dust. There were also many core disciples who weren't participating in this conference because they were in seclusion, and there were also core disciples of the other factions of the Ziling Zone.

If she hadn't heard Zhao Yufei often mention Zhao Feng and seen that worried and restless face she put on, Kong Die would have never helped Zhao Feng by giving him an invitation.

The crowd gradually backed down.

”You – shouldn't you be leaving this place?” At this moment, Zhao Feng turned his eyes to Jin Wei and coldly spoke.

Jin Wei's face froze, and then he remembered that his wager with Zhao Feng specified that the loser would leave the conference. He never imagined that he would lose, so he had not paid this wager any mind.

Jin Wei's gaze was so vicious that it seemed like he wanted to devour Zhao Feng whole. In the end, he left with an angry harrumph. Even though he lost the battle to Zhao Feng, he had many methods available to him in the Spiritual Race to get rid of Zhao Feng.

As Jin Wei was leaving, a green-skinned man came up to him.

”Big Bro Jin Wei, where are you going?” Zhao Lanyi curiously asked. He had arrived late because he was in seclusion, but he presumed that the conference wasn't over yet.

Jin Wei was in an absolutely awful mood and couldn't be bothered to chat with Zhao Lanyi. Thus, he left without even giving Zhao Lanyi a glance.

Zhao Lanyi somewhat awkwardly entered the conference.

”Mm? Zhao Feng!?” Zhao Lanyi immediately spotted Zhao Feng's figure standing in the large clearing at the center of the conference.

Before coming to the conference, he heard about everything from his cousin Zhao Hongyi, who had requested that he give Zhao Feng a fierce lesson.