Chapter 238: with translation of chapter title

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In the crowd, everyone knew Feng Yi and Xiao Feng were close friends; at this moment the Xiao father and son faced the Murong father and son, and the Xiao side already had the upper hand, though they still had a fighting chance. But if Feng Yi were to join, the Murong father and son would welcome death gladly, dying happily, so Feng Yi's attitude is crucial.

Murong Bo's so-called "grievances have a source, debts have a debtor" argument, judging from Feng Yi's conduct, simply cannot restrain him.

Since Feng Yi debuted, he has had no grudge against the Four Evils or the Old Freak of Xingxiu, yet under the banner of chivalry and righteousness he managed to kill them.

Just now, to force Murong Bo to appear, he didn't hesitate to sneak attack Murong Fu together with Xuanci, and also came up with the pretext that he is a Xianbei person, a righteous excuse that leaves no room for objection, all to give himself a just cause.

Therefore, someone like Feng Yi, put nicely, is a weighty figure capable of swaying the situation.

Put bluntly, he's just a stir‑shit stick.

He intends to do good deeds, but perhaps things will turn out contrary to his wishes.

But if he wants to ruin someone's affairs, he has more than enough ability.

Feng Yi's thoughts turned, he already understood Murong Bo's intention, and with a slight smile said: "No wonder you brought up Ah Zhu and clarified your Murong lineage; it seems you came prepared, and I don't know whether to be glad or sad."

"Not at all, not at all!" Murong Bo stroked his long beard, adopted a solemn expression, and said: "Your martial prowess is unsurpassed; who would dare slight it? But today everything has nothing to do with you; I merely hope you remain a spectator and do not interfere."

Feng Yi chuckled and said: "To be frank, in my eyes you may act selfishly and ruthlessly, but you are also a bold and daring hero of the jianghu."

"Now that the lid is lifted, everyone can settle things openly and happily, yet you deliberately put on an act as if you want a deeply loving couple to be torn apart like the parting swallows, and then you bring up your demands—this is really unpleasant!"

Murong Bo was greatly startled; he hadn't expected Feng Yi to already know his thoughts, yet his expression remained unchanged: "It's hardest to bear a beauty's favor, as has always been the case. Though many in this world consider themselves extraordinary, only at a critical moment can one's true character be seen. Moreover, worldly blessings cannot all be hogged by one person."

"Ah Zhu's life was saved by me; she was also raised by my wife with my own hands. The feelings of love, together with the gratitude for saving her life and raising her, and the grudge for killing her mother—this concerns the former chief of the Beggar's Sect, renowned throughout the world, now the Southern Court Prince of Liao, and I would like to know how he will choose."

"I suspect you think the same as I do; otherwise you would have joined the Xiao father and son in attacking, and my Murong clan would already have stained Mount Shaoshi with blood."

Feng Yi thought: "Not bad!" but said aloud: "However, I, Feng Yi, always act as I wish; if you dare guess my thoughts, I will deliberately do the opposite of what you expect."

Murong Bo solemnly looked at Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng and said: "You wish to kill me willingly; could it be that you want to win by numbers? For the sake of revenge you can disregard your own reputation, but do you not fear damaging the prestige of your benefactor?"

The two exchanged sharp words, each hiding profound mysteries, and most listeners ended up confused.

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said: "If I were to kill you, Murong father and son, who knows how many people in the jianghu would write books and erect monuments to praise me, to be passed down to posterity—what would I have to fear about reputation?"

Yet Xiao Feng muttered to himself: "Brother Feng, in today's affair, please do not interfere."

Everyone turned their gaze to Xiao Feng.

Ah Zhu is Xiao Feng's lifelong soft spot, something Feng Yi and Murong Bo both understand. Murong Bo proceeds from this; Xiao Feng feels sorrowful, with no idea what to do, yet he is unwilling to be a coward who dares not face the situation.

"Excellent! Lord Xiao bears extraordinary courage!" Murong Bo laughed and said: "Brother Xiao, do you know why I wish to lay out the full story of the Yumen Pass incident, as well as the origins of my Murong family, in front of everyone here?"

Feng Yi had already guessed this question, but the crowd did not know; the doubt kept turning in his mind, yet he did not expect Murong Bo to ask it himself first.

Xiao Yuanshan sneered: "You despicable villain, who knows what you're thinking, but no matter how flowery your words, you'll never stop me from avenging my wife's murder!"

Hearing Xiao Yuanshan's aggressive words, Murong Bo's stern face showed no trace of fear as he said: "Brother Xiao, please quell your thunderous anger; I, Murong Bo, have appeared today, and everything will be settled."

He shifted his gaze and said: "Ah Zhu, come over."

Ah Zhu heard the call, looked blankly, gazed at Murong Bo, her expression vacant.

Xiao Yuanshan said: "Ah Zhu, although you originally wanted to marry my son and I disagreed ten thousand times, if you can now reveal the truth, I will accept you as my daughter-in-law. The matters of the previous generation have nothing to do with you; step aside!"

Murong Bo laughed: "Do you still fear that I will seize Ah Zhu to threaten you?"

Xiao Feng's anger surged, he stepped forward and shouted: "You great villain, who knows what other schemes you have; if you're a man, come quickly and take my move!"

As his words still echoed, Xiao Feng shot forth like an arrow from a bow, his palms accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, his power like a mad dragon surging toward Murong Bo.

This palm of Xiao Feng's is the "Dragon Seen in the Field" move from the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.

There is no flourish, only unmatched fierce force, a surging mighty momentum, the desperation of breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats, and a tragic sorrow that would destroy both jade and stone.

When this scene appeared, Ah Zhu could not bear the sorrow and involuntarily cried out: "Elder brother, Master!"

Though Murong Bo and Xiao Feng had never met, he had long heard that Xiao Feng's Dragon-Subduing Palm shakes the world, unstoppable against any defense; seeing his palm wind fierce and unyielding, he recognized it as the Beggar's Sect's supreme art, the Twenty-Eight Dragon-Subduing Palms.

Murong Bo's inherited martial arts are already extraordinary, and after thirty years of cultivating Shaolin's supreme art, he has become even more formidable; even before Xiao Feng's power reaches him, the wind from his palms already makes Murong Bo's robes flutter.

"Ha!" Only see Murong Bo take a step, his long sleeves meeting the wind, as if embracing the moon, his posture graceful, his demeanor calm, he waves his hand and gazes forward, his palms gathering strength and issuing forth; the whole motion flows like drifting clouds and running water, completed in one breath, yet his strike sinks with fierce force.

Such martial prowess reaches the pinnacle, leaving the assembled heroes sighing in admiration.

"Prajna Palm!"

The Shaolin monks, having seen such supreme skill emanating from Murong Bo, could not help but exclaim in awe.

The senior Shaolin monks exchanged glances, knowing Murong Bo's words were true; he and Xiao Yuanshan have indeed stolen the sect's supreme art over the past thirty years, their faces darkening, and today they certainly cannot be allowed to descend Mount Shaoshi.

Xuanzhi immediately issued orders, having the five hundred arhats set up the Arhat Formation to block the descent route.

All the heroes were watching the battle between Xiao Feng and Murong Bo, paying no attention.

Then came a "boom" as the two palm forces collided; Xiao Feng and Murong Bo both shuddered, their bodies swaying.

Yet Murong Bo felt numbness in his arms and silently thought: "This little Khitan dog's power is truly formidable!"

Seeing Xiao Feng's palm power mighty, yet being young, his internal cultivation certainly inferior to his own, so he took the blow head‑on; who would have thought it would turn out this way, he laughed: "Northern Qiao Feng possesses such vast internal energy; this palm nearly took my life."

Xiao Feng's bones crackled lightly all over, and he said: "Your martial prowess is high, I, Xiao Feng, greatly admire it!" His eyes shone brightly, fierce without anger.

The two clashed like lightning, their force unmatched; the onlookers held their breath, dazed and bewildered, hearing this, it seemed as if the two had developed mutual admiration.

When martial arts reach the level of Xiao Feng and Murong Bo, worthy opponents are scarce; no matter how great the hatred, one does not grudge praise for deserved skill—this is what a martial practitioner is.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Fu also sprang into action; just as Xiao Yuanshan was about to strike Murong Fu with a palm, Murong Bo suddenly shouted: "Hold!"

Xiao Yuanshan also did not want to deal with Murong Fu; he paused, held back his strike, and coldly asked: "How so?"

Murong Bo laughed: "Northern Qiao Feng truly lives up to his reputation; this Twenty‑Eight Dragon‑Subduing Palm is indeed formidable, my father and I are certainly no match for it."

Upon hearing his father's words, Murong Fu's face flushed red.

Xiao Yuanshan snorted: "You think this is begging for mercy?"

Murong Bo also smiled and said: "Brother Xiao, you jest; speaking from the heart, if we were to face off openly, what would the odds be?"

Xiao Yuanshan gave a huff: "These years your martial arts have advanced greatly, you can keep pace with me."

Murong Bo nodded: "Also thanks to your repeated urgings and guidance, your son is extraordinarily brave, naturally surpassing my Fu; but even with your father‑son strength, wanting to kill me remains an arduous task."

Everyone silently nodded; if the Murong father and son cannot win, can they at least run away?

Being able to win a fight and being able to kill are two different matters.

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Translation: Xiao Yuanshan's brows rose, and he coldly said: "Since it's come to this, let's first decide life and death, no more nonsense!"

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Murong Bo shook his head and laughed: "Brother Xiao, you've waited thirty-two years; why rush? Besides, I'm asking you to stop—it's out of goodwill."

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