Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 819 - 820: Kneel Down and Call Me Daddy! (3rd Update)

Chapter 819: Chapter 820: Kneel Down and Call Me Daddy! (3rd Update)

"We’ll win the next round!"

Lee Bufan also patted Jiang Xiaofan’s shoulder, a gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Hahaha, it’s ridiculous!"

Mo Wufeng guffawed, "Without Ling Feng, you all are just a bunch of useless people! Worthless! And you want to win? How will you win? Hahaha..."

Mo Wufeng was full of pride; even though Ling Feng had exposed his hypocritical facade earlier, so what?

Victory decides everything!

As long as he led the True Dragon Academy team to win this match, he would naturally receive the academy’s rewards, and the future road would be smooth!

As for the losers like Ling Feng, they could only eat dust from his rear!

"Mo Wufeng, don’t be so overconfident." Goo Tengfeng snorted lightly, full of indignation, but internally he felt delighted.

They had played their part well just now, and it should achieve the results Ling Feng needed.

"What’s so smug about it?"

Mo Wufeng laughed loudly, "If you can win, I’ll kneel right here and call you three times ’Daddy,’ how about that? Dare to bet with me? Make it a big one! Whoever loses, kneels and calls Daddy in front of this whole audience! Of course, that’s provided Ling Feng doesn’t come back!"

Previously having suffered greatly from Ling Feng, Mo Wufeng was now more cautious.

"Hmph, boring!" Goo Tengfeng flicked his sleeves, wanting to leave.

"Are you afraid of losing? Or is it that you don’t dare?" Mo Wufeng sneered, "Didn’t you say you all could win? Hahaha..."

"Fine! I’ll bet with you!"

Goo Tengfeng furrowed his sword-like brows and said coldly, "But some people better not lose and refuse to admit it!"

"Hmph, just don’t deny it yourself!" Mo Wufeng laughed loudly and left the ring triumphantly with his team.

Before the next match began, there was thirty minutes for both sides to rest.

"Damn it, why hasn’t Brother Feen returned? It’s been an hour!"

Ye Nanfeng and several others were anxiously pacing around; at this rate, they would undoubtedly lose.

As for Mu Qianxue, she was also among those who obtained the Heaven and Earth Treasure with Lee Bufan and the others, naturally seeing that in the entire last match, aside from Jiang Xiaofan, Lee Bufan was doing nothing.

It seemed that this was a plan agreed upon between Ling Feng and Goo Tengfeng.

In the audience, everyone was in an uproar.

All were talking about the mystery of Ling Feng’s disappearance, wondering why he was absent from the finals. It was too incredible!

"Could it be..." Wang Yishan’s eyelid suddenly twitched, speaking brashly, "the Chief hasn’t met with some accident, like being attacked, seriously injured, or...dead...dead?"

"You’re the seriously injured one, you’re the dead one!"

Qin Wanwan crossed her arms, glaring angrily at Wang Yishan, feeling uneasy inside.

"Exactly, stop with the nonsense, Big Brother won’t have any problems!"

Ouyang Jing clenched his fists, but if Ling Feng hasn’t met with an accident, why would he mysteriously disappear under such circumstances?

"Grandfather! What’s going on?"

Deng Yongshi was also anxiously pacing around, continually urging General Deng, "No, no, Grandfather, quickly deploy the Imperial City’s Guard Army to search for Ling Feng!"

"Puh..."

General Deng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, "Shi, the Guard Army isn’t something you can casually deploy."

"I don’t care. If Ling Feng can’t be found, I’ll... I’ll just... I don’t care how!"

Deng Yongshi hammered General Deng’s leg in frustration; if they lost this time, according to Ling Feng and Yaan Jinghong’s bet, he would have to hand over his head!

"Sigh..." General Deng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I’ll let our house servants and protectors go out and search. That should be alright."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Deng Yongshi urged General Deng continuously, while the Old General smiled bitterly and sighed: truly, you can’t keep grown daughters at home.

In the Central Courtyard Sword Team’s camp, Li Yunting sighed softly, "Could it be, the East Courtyard Sword Team is really going to lose? Ling Feng, oh Ling Feng, where are you?"

"I said that Ling Feng guy isn’t reliable, didn’t I?" Luu Qingshan couldn’t help but mutter.

"No, I feel something is off, this isn’t Young Master Ling’s style..." Yue Yunlan bit her lips, murmuring softly.

"Miss, what do you mean?" Qiaoqiao, beside her, asked softly.

The two of them were quite familiar with Ling Feng, and he had a Demon Emperor Level Despicable Donkey by his side, nothing could happen without reason.

And in this situation, Ling Feng shouldn’t be absent at all!

"Perhaps Young Master Ling had already made arrangements," Yue Yunlan speculated quietly.

"I think so too. That guy may be goofy sometimes, but he’s quite clever." Qiaoqiao giggled.

"You silly girl." Yue Yunlan glared at her, "I’ve told you not to speak out of turn."

"Alright, alright~" Qiaoqiao stuck her tongue out, "He doesn’t mind me calling him goofy, but someone is already protecting him before she’s even married."

"You!" Yue Yunlan’s face flushed red, she glared at Qiaoqiao fiercely, "I’m not talking to you!"

...

At the Central Training Ground, everyone was discussing Ling Feng, but where was Ling Feng himself?

Smoke waves, riverside, pavilions, towers.

A breeze blew by the river, and green willows carpeted the scene.

On a pavilion by the riverside in the south of the city, Ling Feng was holding a small wine cup, savoring it carefully.

"Good wine!"

Ling Feng slowly put down the cup, looking at the young woman across from him, and said deeply, "After so long, you should fulfill your promise, Miss Yaan!"

Indeed, the young woman opposite Ling Feng was none other than the Empress Dowager’s niece, Yaan Shuying.

"What’s the hurry?" Yaan Shuying smiled slightly, her gaze falling on the maid standing beside Ling Feng, and said through gritted teeth, "I asked you to come alone in my message, yet you take this maid everywhere. Are you afraid I’ll harm you, Young Master Ling?"

"Whether you harm me or not is uncertain, but considering the hour, the match should be starting soon. Give me the hand-copied ’Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Scripture,’ and from now on, we have no grievances."

Ling Feng pursed his lips, speaking calmly.

"There’s still time."

Yaan Shuying poured Ling Feng another cup of wine, giggling, "Though I’m not a man of great stature, I stick to my word. Before the match begins, I’ll definitely let you leave; just accompany me for a few drinks, don’t be so heartless and unromantic, Ling Feng."

A sly look flashed in Yaan Shuying’s eyes.

Indeed, in Ling Feng’s perception, the match hadn’t started yet, but this pavilion had already been pre-arranged with a certain array, making one’s perception of time slow.

At this moment, external time had long passed noon, and the finals had already officially begun!

Of course, what she didn’t know was that as soon as Ling Feng entered the pavilion, the Emperor’s Eye had seen through everything; he just chose to keep silent about it.

Yaan Shuying thought Ling Feng had fallen into her trap, but little did she know, Ling Feng was merely going along with it!