The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2233: 2222: The Ordinary Lineage's Conspiracy

The battle turned out to be utterly dominating.

Yet, Ye Chenfeng was the one who crushed Zhao Feiyu in an overwhelming fashion.

During the entire fight, Zhao Feiyu, despite being at Peak Heavenly God Realm Level Three, couldn't offer the tiniest bit of resistance against Ye Chenfeng's blazing speed. Before the crowd could even process what happened, the duel had already concluded!

Even figures like Zhao Shenghong, who were certain of Ye Chenfeng's victory, felt a touch of astonishment. They had anticipated Ye Chenfeng's triumph over Zhao Feiyu, but never imagined it would be so quick and crushing. After all, Zhao Feiyu ranked as a top genius in the younger generation!

Ye Chenfeng's palm had lifted from Zhao Feiyu's skull. In a shallow crater on the ground lay Zhao Feiyu, his gaze empty, a vivid five-finger mark glowing red on his brow.

Zhao Feiyu suffered no grave wounds, merely a body full of aches and a spinning head. Staring blankly at the composed Ye Chenfeng, he wondered: Did defeat come just like that? He was a prodigy of the Nine Nether Ice Lion's youth! How could he fall to someone inferior in raw power? This truth was unbearable for him.

Zhao Chenggao and Zhao Hongliang, ancestors of the common lineage, revealed dark flickers in their cloudy gazes. They understood Zhao Feiyu's combat strength well. They had assumed he would easily overpower Ye Chenfeng, but instead, Zhao Feiyu proved powerless before him, appearing pathetically feeble—though they realized it wasn't Zhao Feiyu's weakness, but Ye Chenfeng's battle might that was outrageously potent.

The younger members such as Zhao Chengming and Zhao Huaqing found themselves shocked by Ye Chenfeng once more, now gazing at him with total reverence.

At merely thirty years old, wielding Peak Heavenly God Realm Level Two power, he felled Zhao Feiyu in a single strike—this feat was nothing short of legendary.

Those from the Lion King Lineage on site showered Ye Chenfeng with even greater admiration, and even numerous common lineage folks began warming to him, for in this realm, might commanded respect.

A hush fell over the scene briefly.

Zhao Jinpeng broke the silence, “Alright, alright, the sparring has ended, let's get back to the feast.”

He eyed Zhao Feiyu sprawled on the floor and added, “Feiyu clearly can't join the banquet anymore; have someone escort him away!”

Zhao Chenggao and Zhao Hongliang promptly carried Zhao Feiyu off, with several other common lineage individuals trailing behind.

Once seated again, Zhao Jinpeng faced Ye Chenfeng and murmured, “Chenfeng, my apologies. Today's welcome banquet was all for you, yet you ended up fighting anyway. I'll down a cup as penalty; you just sit back.”

Zhao Shenghong and Zhao Wenyu likewise downed a cup in self-punishment. They recognized Ye Chenfeng's mercy earlier; had he not held back, Zhao Feiyu wouldn't just be alive—he'd be crippled at minimum. By sparing him, Ye Chenfeng preserved their dignity, deepening their remorse toward him.

Ye Chenfeng dismissed it with a casual wave; everything was for Bai Xiaorou's benefit. He then raised a cup and drank as well.

With Zhao Feiyu and his group gone, the banquet grew increasingly boisterous. Countless guests, particularly from the Lion King Lineage, kept raising toasts to Ye Chenfeng. To them, his union with Bai Xiaorou was inevitable, and he stood a great chance of rising as the Lion King Lineage's future Clan Leader.

As the festivities heated up further.

Within the common lineage's dwelling in this secluded small world.

Deep in a concealed secret room, alongside Zhao Chenggao, Zhao Hongliang, and Zhao Feiyu stood a middle-aged figure—Zhao Feiyu's sire, Zhao Qishu, possessing Initial Stage Heavenly God Realm Level Five cultivation.

Zhao Feiyu slumped wordlessly in a seat, his face cycling through fury, resentment, and despair.

Noticing his state, Zhao Qishu urged, “Feiyu, snap out of it. This isn't the moment for reckless brooding. A single duel loss means nothing—that boy boasts unmatched talent across the board; falling to him brings no disgrace!”

“Yet, though you've lost today, we'll ensure you claim his life with your own hands someday.”

Zhao Feiyu regained a bit of composure, turning to his father Zhao Qishu. “Father, that brat will definitely wed Bai Xiaorou now, blocking my path to becoming the Nine Nether Ice Lion's next Clan Leader.”

Zhao Chenggao let out a cold huff, “Impossible? Who claims so? Must the common lineage forever bow to the Lion King Lineage? They scorn us constantly, treating us like lowly attendants. We can't endure this any longer.”

Indignation twisted Zhao Hongliang's features too: “Precisely! Why must our common lineage lag behind the Lion King Lineage? Why not have our bloodline helm the whole Nine Nether Ice Lion clan?”

Grasping the fiery intent in the ancestors' words, Zhao Feiyu caught on, declaring, “Ancestors, are you plotting to topple the Lion King Lineage? True, our common lineage outnumbers them, but they're far mightier, and plenty among us would resist rebelling against the Lion King Lineage.”

Zhao Qishu smirked, “Feiyu, leave those concerns to us. The ancestors hatched this scheme a century back. Bai Xiaorou's abrupt return offered fresh opportunity. Had they betrothed her to you, we'd have shelved it—but their arrogance sealed their fate.”

Zhao Feiyu's bewilderment deepened as he pressed, “Father, what's this scheme you've devised? Can you wipe out the Lion King Lineage? Even so, it'd achieve little. Much as I hate it, the Lion King Lineage remains the mightiest pillar of our Nine Nether Ice Lion.”

Zhao Chenggao shook his head. “Feiyu, we've accounted for that; we won't eradicate the Lion King Lineage. They've dominated us for ages—now it's our turn to reign. Success here means every Lion King Lineage member kneels to us.”

Zhao Hongliang chimed in, “Feiyu, don't you crave taking that boy's life yourself?”

Ye Chenfeng's name sparked savagery across Zhao Feiyu's visage; soon he growled, “Ancestor, his end mustn't be swift. With his four-master talents? Our Nine Nether Ice Lion craves such genius—turn him into our thrall later! Squeeze him dry, force him groveling at my feet; that'd be pure bliss.”

Delighted by Zhao Feiyu's zeal, Zhao Hongliang nodded. “The Lion King Lineage's already embraced Ye Chenfeng as son-in-law, so we hasten our plot. Perfectly, our yearly ritual falls in five days—we strike then against the Lion King Lineage.”

Zhao Feiyu probed, “Ancestor, what leverage do we hold to bend the Lion King Lineage?”

Zhao Hongliang answered, “Back in the Ancient Era's dawn, the Dragon Clan sealed that beast in our ancestral grounds, correct? Through endless study, we've cracked the seal—and crucially, forged a pact with it. When the hour comes, it'll bolster our cause.”

Zhao Hongliang's revelation drained color from Zhao Feiyu's face in sheer terror; clearly, this beast was a nightmare of epic dread.

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