Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 111 - 111 111 If I can defeat you once naturally I can do it twice

111: 111: If I can defeat you once, naturally I can do it twice.

111: 111: If I can defeat you once, naturally I can do it twice.

“Gentlemen who have come from afar, please have a seat and drink some tea,” Tang Feng glanced at the three middle-aged men and several Hall Masters, saying with a faint smile.

The middle-aged men were secretly shocked as they realized that the number of prepared teacups was exact; apparently, the host knew they were coming.

Even a fool could tell that he was prepared.

“What, do the gentlemen look down upon the tea here?” Tang Feng frowned, and the entire room instantly grew cold.

It wasn’t the temperature that dropped, but a bone-chilling intention.

The three middle-aged men were taken aback and hurriedly used their Spiritual Power to resist.

Chi Hu and the several Hall Masters immediately knelt on the ground, as if facing Hell itself, at that moment, Chi Hu realized just how powerful the man he was facing was.

He cursed inwardly; all the information gathered these days was bullshit, and it had led him into misfortune.

For some reason, he felt that even his three Uncles were no match for Tang Feng.

This was just a subconscious reaction, but he hoped it wasn’t the case.

Otherwise, he was as good as dead.

The Hall Masters were even more overwhelmed.

They had taken their chances and headed back to Chi Hu’s side, but now they realized just how naive such a decision had been—the new master was, in fact, an incomparably strong figure.

The middle-aged men took their seats, unfazed by what happened, merely curious as to which Sect Tang Feng belonged, daring to meddle so brazenly in mortal affairs.

It was a rule in the Cultivation World that those who reached the Gathering Spirit should not interfere in mortal matters, unless it concerned the interests of their Sect.

That was why the middle-aged men had dared to follow Chi Hu here.

“Do you gentlemen wish to regain face?” Tang Feng’s aura receded as he went straight to the point.

“Indeed, however, we’ve changed our minds.

We are elders of the Golden Yuan Sect, and we do not wish for a conflict with you, sir.

May we know who you are?” asked one of the middle-aged men.

“I am a Loose Cultivator,” Tang Feng said with interest.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged men’s eyes sparkled, “You must be joking, sir.

Since we’re speaking openly, please tell us the truth.”

“What I said is the truth.

You are free to pick your battleground; no one will come to settle the score with you,” Tang Feng responded.

The middle-aged men exchanged glances, hesitating.

The more composed Tang Feng became, the more wary they grew.

“Uncle Master, he might really be a Loose Cultivator,” despite not wanting to miss out on this opportunity, Chi Hu couldn’t help but clench his teeth and speak, not daring to look Tang Feng in the eye.

“Silence, this is not your place to speak,” the middle-aged man chided coldly, causing Chi Hu to tremble with rage.

A person of little influence has little say; Chi Hu finally understood that much.

No matter if he was the Sect Leader’s Disciple, the elders could dismiss him without a second thought.

If only he had been apprenticed earlier, who knows whose achievements would be greater.

But there are no ifs in this world.

“Chi Hu, I am not sure how you managed to involve the Golden Yuan Sect, but let me tell you that I who managed to eliminate you once can do it twice, no matter who you bring along,” Tang Feng’s direct statement aimed at the three middle-aged men, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit, which made the three shiver.

Already unable to fathom his opponent, and with such a fierce momentum, they felt their breath completely suppressed—even if he was a Loose Cultivator, they had no desire to act.

“My reckless nephew has caused offense; we ask that you please be magnanimous.

Our Golden Yuan Sect is ranked among the Two-star Sects, the strongest among those of comparable power.

Should you find the time, please visit our Sect, and we siblings will personally entertain you.”

Tang Feng laughed.

Not only had the opponents conceded, but they were also attempting to win him over.

While he found it amusing, he didn’t show it on the surface.

“If I find the time, I will visit.

However, Chi Hu cannot leave,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

“Sir, you are putting us in a difficult position,” all three middle-aged men frowned.

They had hoped for a peaceful resolution, but Tang Feng’s tone suggested no truce without a fight.

“I’m sorry, but it was you who came knocking at my door.

I gave Golden Yuan Sect face, and you three can leave, but Chi Hu must die.” Tang Feng’s chilling intent shot straight at Chi Hu, scaring him nearly to collapse on the ground.

“What if we insist on protecting him?” The three middle-aged men were unfazed, their aura finally surfacing.

The strength of a two-star Sect was not to be frightened by a mere loose cultivator.

“Then you won’t be going back either.” Tang Feng made his move, finally getting to test the sword technique he had acquired from the Little Cave Heaven.

Tang Feng moved, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The three middle-aged men only saw a flash of silver light, and the next moment they thudded to the ground.

Masters of the Gathering Spirit Third Layer and Second Layer, inexplicably dead with their eyes still open.

Chi Hu and several Hall Masters were scared stiff.

This was the legendary Immortal, so easily defeated.

How powerful then must Tang Feng be?

Regret filled them, intense regret.

If they had known, they would have sided with Chi Hu long ago.

Mei Ling was stupefied.

To her, these opponents who couldn’t even muster the will to resist were easily dispatched by Tang Feng like chopping vegetables.

She had underestimated his strength.

Tang Feng reached out and wiped, stowing the three bodies into the Small Sumeru Ring, then turned to look at Chi Hu and the three Hall Masters.

“I’m giving you one chance.

I don’t want to see him ever again.” As soon as Tang Feng’s voice fell, the three Hall Masters immediately pounced on Chi Hu.

A flurry of punches and kicks ensued, with no sign of stopping.

“What are you trying to do, turn this place into a bloodbath?” Tang Feng frowned and said.

The three Hall Masters were shocked but quickly understood the hint and dragged the semi-conscious Chi Hu out of the office.

What to do next was their forte.

“Ling’er, brew me another pot of tea,” Tang Feng said calmly.

His complete control over the situation utterly enchanted Mei Ling.

As an orphan, meeting Tang Feng was a lifelong blessing for her.

Following such a man offered boundless possibilities.

With this, the Red Tiger Alliance was truly under control, and Mei Ling was confident she could take over Nandu.

With such a powerful man as her support, if she couldn’t take it, she might as well not bother trying anymore.

The strength of late-stage Innate was enough to sweep across anyone.

“Brother Feng, take me,” Mei Ling said, her face flushed as she sat on Tang Feng’s lap, radiating an alluring aura.

“Ling’er, wait until you break through Gathering Spirit, then we’ll talk.

Now is not the time.

Don’t worry, I’ve already marked you as mine, and I won’t abandon you,” Tang Feng said gently.

“Mm, I’ll listen to you.” But she hung on Tang Feng, unwilling to get down.

Tang Feng couldn’t help but react.

He quickly gave a pat on Mei Ling’s shapely rear, prompting her to reluctantly get up, then she went out to call the cleaning crew to tidy up.

When she returned, Tang Feng was already gone.

Mei Ling pouted, her face showing displeasure.

How annoying, he didn’t even say goodbye.

Mei Ling had to collect her emotions.

Soon after, the three Hall Masters returned, all sighing of relief that Tang Feng was not there.

“Alliance Hierarch.” The three of them also knelt on the ground out of respect.

“The Lord has commanded us to start taking over the other alliances methodically.

I don’t care how you do it, but it must be done.

You should know the consequences if you fail,” Mei Ling said.

“Yes.

But we hope the Alliance Hierarch can provide some experts.

They have Late Stage masters, and we are no match,” the three Hall Masters said trembling, not out of fear of Mei Ling, but out of fear of Tang Feng, unsure if he was watching from somewhere else.

“If they have Late Stage masters, I will deal with them personally.

You just handle your own tasks,” Mei Ling ordered them to leave.

Once they were gone, she leaned back in her chair, worn out.

If it weren’t for Tang Feng, she wouldn’t be willing to keep doing such exhausting work.