"Now do you see the gap between you and me?"
Hearing those words,
Plop—
The blood that hit the ground actually steamed with heat. This was no ordinary blood — it was his very life essence. He had truly been driven to fury.
And who could blame him? Because
"Impossible! Back then your cultivation was beneath mine. How could you have caught up to me so quickly?" Ximen Feixue's face was twisted with disbelief. It wasn't that he truly didn't believe it — he simply refused to accept it. He could not bear the fact that Chu Feng had surpassed him.
"Heh, I already told you — this is the gap between you and me." As Chu Feng spoke, he extended his hand and grabbed. A tremendous suction force erupted forth, pulling the Celestial Immortal Sword from Ximen Feixue's grasp and the Universe Bag from his waist straight into his own hand.
At the sight of this, the onlookers were stunned. Chu Feng had not only devastated Ximen Feixue but had also snatched his treasures right in front of everyone. Such a display was nothing short of domineering.
"What do you think you're doing?" Seeing his treasures seized, Ximen Feixue panicked even more. Ignoring his injuries, he lunged at Chu Feng, desperate to reclaim the Celestial Immortal Sword.
"Get lost." But Chu Feng simply lifted his leg and kicked, sending Ximen Feixue hurtling tens of thousands of meters through the air before crashing heavily to the ground far away.
Upon landing, his injuries grew even worse. Ximen Feixue no longer had the strength to stand.
Back in the Moonworship Cloud City, he had been able to hold his own against Chu Feng. Now he was no match whatsoever.
"Your four great Imperial Clans are despicable enough, but to make matters worse, you overestimate yourself and dare to provoke me in public. I merely took the Celestial Immortal Sword — I didn't even take your life. You should be thanking me for my mercy." Chu Feng toyed with the Celestial Immortal Sword as he spoke with a light laugh.
"Chu Feng, give back the Celestial Immortal Sword! You are not worthy of wielding it!" Ximen Feixue roared.
"Wield it? The Celestial Immortal Sword is decent enough, but it falls far short of my Evil God Sword. I have no intention of using it — I only plan to trade it for something," Chu Feng said with a chuckle.
"You actually plan to sell my Celestial Immortal Sword? Chu Feng, you are courting death! My Ximen Imperial Clan will never let you get away with this!" Ximen Feixue howled in rage.
"Speak as though your Ximen Imperial Clan would let me go even if I hadn't taken the sword."
"Everyone in the Martial Continent knows what your Ximen Imperial Clan is really like. Stop embarrassing yourself here."
Chu Feng let out a cold laugh. Having said that, he turned his back, no longer willing to spare Ximen Feixue even a single glance, no matter what insults the latter hurled.
Ximen Feixue might once have been able to fight Chu Feng, but from this day forward, he would never again have the right to stand against him.
"Chu Feng — now there's someone to be reckoned with."
"For Ximen Feixue to run into such an opponent, he truly has no luck."
At that moment, people atop the various towers were watching the scene unfold, and many offered high praise for Chu Feng.
"Hmph. He must have used the power of those two bolts of lightning to raise his cultivation to the seventh-grade Half-Emperor. If that's all he has, he's still not the strongest one here." Yet from atop one of the towers, someone sneered with derision.
Chu Feng recognized this person. It was none other than
For reasons unknown, Baili Xinghe was gazing at Chu Feng with undisguised hostility.
"Hm?"
Chu Feng's perception was extraordinarily sharp. The moment he detected the thick hostility woven into Baili Xinghe's gaze, he sensed it immediately and could not help but turn his eyes in that direction.