"Don't get angry just yet. That Chu Feng coming here is actually a good thing. Rest assured, we'll help you seize the Heavenly Immortal Sword back. When the time comes, the Heavenly Immortal Sword will still belong to your Ximen Imperial Clan — and as for that Chu Feng... he will most certainly die." The other three elders spoke with smiles on their faces.
Of all those who had learned of Chu Feng's arrival, they were the most excited. They had laid an airtight trap, waiting for none other than Chu Feng. And now that he had come, there would be absolutely no escape — not even with wings.
Gulp—
Inside the fortress, La Jiao and the other two swallowed hard.
Those outside the fortress could not see them, but they could see everything outside. Every last thing that had just transpired — they had witnessed it all.
Clan Master Ximen had attacked the fortress, only to be repelled by it. It was truly a soul-shaking sight.
But what they had seen was not merely Clan Master Ximen's humiliation — it was the overwhelming killing intent radiating from him.
And so, they could not help but cast worried glances toward Chu Feng.
The fortress was safe enough, but if Chu Feng were to leave it — what would become of him?
In truth, quite a few people were thinking the very same thing. But Chu Feng wore a carefree expression, his entire focus devoted to gripping the Heavenly Immortal Sword in his hand.
His Evil God Sword was indeed more powerful than the Heavenly Immortal Sword, but he dared not use the Evil God Sword again.
He had intended to sell the Heavenly Immortal Sword, but before doing so, he did not mind using it himself for a time. After all, he knew full well just how powerful it was.
It was not as formidable as the Evil God Sword, but it far surpassed an ordinary half-complete Emperor Armament.
Boom—
Suddenly, the air surged and the void rippled as a beam of light flowed from within the Heavenly Immortal Sword into Chu Feng's body.
The next instant, the Heavenly Immortal Sword — which had been violently trembling moments before — settled into perfect stillness. It looked even more docile than it had in Ximen Feixue's hands.
"It submitted to its master."
"Such a weapon — and Chu Feng actually made it submit to him?"
"The submission itself isn't the most impressive part. What's truly astonishing is that he managed to make such a powerful half-complete Emperor Armament submit to him in such a short time."
Watching Chu Feng make the Heavenly Immortal Sword submit to him right before their very eyes, even these outstanding individuals — the most elite geniuses of the Martial Continent — were visibly impressed, unable to resist drawing in a sharp breath.
"How is this possible? Chu Feng actually possesses such talent?" At that moment, a flash of jealousy and unwillingness surfaced within Baili Xinghe's hostile gaze.
He wanted the Heavenly Immortal Sword too. He felt it suited him perfectly — that it should have belonged to him.
That was why, when Chu Feng had been conquering the Heavenly Immortal Sword earlier, he had been praying for Chu Feng to fail. That way, he would have had a chance to claim the sword for himself.
But Chu Feng had not only avoided failure — he had actually made the Heavenly Immortal Sword submit to him. This left Baili Xinghe feeling deeply disappointed and thoroughly displeased.
In fact, not only was everyone else stunned, even the mysterious figure standing on the horizon had a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
However, his flash of astonishment vanished in an instant. Not only could ordinary people not see it, but even Chu Feng had failed to notice it.
"Chili, Big Radish, Little Radish. You three may come out now." Suddenly, the mysterious man spoke, looking toward the tall pagoda where Chu Feng was.
Hearing this, the hearts of the three—Chili, Big Radish, and Little Radish—tightened with tension. Yet, without a moment's hesitation, they walked out from inside the pagoda one after another.
"What? They are actually three Martial Kings? So they are Chili, Big Radish, and Little Radish?" Seeing the trio, the crowd was once again shocked. They had imagined many possibilities regarding the identities of Chili, Big Radish, and Little Radish, but the three standing before them were clearly nothing like what they had envisioned.
This... this was just far too weak! How could people with such a level of cultivation possibly arrive here? And how could they have arrived even faster than everyone else?
"Your cultivation is not at the level required to participate in tomorrow's competition. If you wish to withdraw, you may say so now," the mysterious man said.