"This Chu Feng, he... he... he actually dared speak to the demon flood dragons like that."
The moment those words left Chu Feng's mouth, setting aside the demon flood dragons' reaction, even the onlookers were stunned. What Chu Feng had said was, without question, far too arrogant.
"Haha, brat, have you lost your mind? Do you know who you're facing?"
"You dare speak to this Demon King like that? Believe it or not, I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces!"
Yet compared to the onlookers, the Demon Flood Dragon King wasn't enraged at all. Instead, he burst out laughing, as though he'd heard an incredibly funny joke. For in truth, in his eyes, Chu Feng's words had been nothing but a joke.
"Heh, looks like you've chosen the latter." Chu Feng smiled faintly, then took a step forward — and actually stepped into the so-called Dragon Vein Blood Array.
Such a sight terrified quite a few people. Even the demon flood dragons instinctively retreated a step, afraid that Chu Feng truly possessed heaven-defying abilities and might annihilate them all.
But at that moment, the Demon Flood Dragon King burst out laughing once more. "I thought you were some big shot, but it turns out you're just a measly Third-rank Martial King. With that level of cultivation, you dare boast about wiping out my race? Brat, are you here to entertain this King?"
"Chu Feng is only a Third-rank Martial King?"
Hearing this, the onlookers were all stunned. Not one of them had ever imagined that Chu Feng was merely a Third-rank Martial King.
"Hmph, what level of cultivation did you think he had? He's just a Third-rank Martial King — otherwise, why do you think those six seniors far surpass him?"
Seeing the disappointment on the onlookers' faces, those Greenwood Mountain disciples who had been slandering Chu Feng grew even more smug, seizing the opportunity to humiliate him.
And under their influence, many of the onlookers grew thoroughly disappointed in Chu Feng, believing the exciting show they'd been anticipating would never materialize.
"Demon Flood Dragon King, let me ask you a question." Suddenly, Chu Feng spoke.
"What question?" the Demon Flood Dragon King asked.
"How do you want to die?" Chu Feng said.
"You brat, you really can't read the situation. If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll actually think you can annihilate my race?"
"Now I'll show you just how weak you are. This King doesn't even need to move — with a mere thought, I can reduce you to nothing but ashes."
After Chu Feng's repeated provocations, the Demon Flood Dragon King was finally consumed by rage. He let out a furious roar, and the pressure of a Demon Flood Dragon King crashed toward Chu Feng like a tidal wave. Though its speed wasn't particularly fast, the overwhelming might it carried was something almost no one below the Half-emperor realm could withstand.
"Heh..."
Yet just as that pressure was about to slam into Chu Feng — just as everyone believed his life was about to end — Chu Feng let out a cold laugh. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a Spirit Realm Gate materialized and unfurled before him.
The moment the Spirit Realm Gate appeared, it was like a bottomless pit devouring heaven and earth. The wind reversed its flow, howling as it went, and before everyone's eyes, it swallowed the Demon Flood Dragon King's pressure whole.
"Th-this... what is that thing?!" Seeing this scene, even the Demon Flood Dragon King was stunned. Shock washed over the faces of the demon flood dragons.
"Chu Feng, since these little snakes are so blind to the jaws of death, then let them die without even a burial."