"What standing and status do you have, Chu Feng, to dare insult me, Bei Tang Zimo like this? You're courting death!"
Hearing Chu Feng's cold, mocking words, Bei Tang Zimo flew into a rage. As he spoke, he released his aura, ready to attack Chu Feng. At the same time, every member of the Bei Tang Imperial Clan also released their own auras, preparing to move against him.
"I'd like to see who dares be rude to my brother Chu Feng." Seeing this, Nangong Ya snorted coldly and released his own Half-Emperor, Rank Three aura, positioning himself in front of Chu Feng. Simultaneously, Nangong Baihe and even Nangong Moli—all the members of the Nangong Imperial Clan—entered a state of readiness for battle.
The confrontation between the two great Imperial Clans was on a knife's edge.
"Gentlemen, do me, Baili Xinghe, a favor. Can we refrain from fighting here?" Just then, Baili Xinghe, standing by the lakeside, suddenly spoke up.
And once Baili Xinghe spoke, neither Nangong Ya nor Bei Tang Zimo dared to ignore his request. They both recalled their surging auras.
"A trash is still a trash, only able to hide behind the Nangong Imperial Clan like a turtle in its shell."
"I'll tell you another possibility, the most practical one, why you don't dare use the Technique."
"And that possibility is, you know you're too weak. You're afraid that even after using the Technique, you won't be able to activate a single ring of light, and you're afraid of losing face."
"Because the fact that you chose the right path and passed the Weapon Forging Immortal's test wasn't due to your own ability at all—it was pure luck."
"You just guessed blindly, and happened to pick the right path by chance. Besides your good luck, you have no real skill."
"With your measly Eighth Stage Martial King cultivation, what do you have to compare to us? What gives you the right to stand above us?"
Bei Tang Zimo was relentless, showing just how deep his hatred for Chu Feng ran—not for any other reason, but because Chu Feng had been in the spotlight too much and become the key figure in passing the tests at this Weapon Bestowal Ceremony.
However, he hadn't noticed that Chu Feng's cultivation was no longer at the Eighth Stage of Martial King, but the Ninth. Chu Feng had broken through, but he was concealing it. And with Chu Feng's skill at hiding his cultivation, someone like Bei Tang Zimo certainly couldn't detect it.
"Bei Tang Zimo, you're going too far. Chu Feng passed the Weapon Forging Immortal's test—*he* was chosen by the Immortal."
"Your constant questioning of Chu Feng's ability—could it be that you're questioning the Immortal's fairness?" Nangong Baihe couldn't stand it anymore and started reprimanding Bei Tang Zimo.
"Of course, I'm not questioning the Weapon Forging Immortal. But I am questioning this Chu Feng. I just think Chu Feng is a waste, and that he passed the test purely out of luck."
"Otherwise, why doesn't he even have the courage to use the Technique to test his own talent?"
"I guarantee, with this Chu Feng's true talent, he won't even be able to activate a single ring of light." Bei Tang Zimo said with absolute certainty.
"Bei Tang Zimo, I advise you to leave yourself a way out. If Brother Chu Feng really does it, I'm afraid it's going to slap you right in the face." Nangong Ya also couldn't watch any longer.
"Slap me in the face? Hahaha, he'd need the ability to do that first."
"Well then... this verbal sparring is pointless. To settle it, let this Chu Feng use the Technique and try it, and we'll see, won't we?"
"If, this Chu Feng can actually activate a single ring of light, then everything I, Bei Tang Zimo, said before was wrong. And I, Bei Tang Zimo, won't insult someone for nothing. I'll publicly give this Chu Feng some precious treasures as compensation."