"Chu Feng?" The moment the crowd caught sight of Chu Feng, a wave of excitement rippled through them. Many began chanting his name, some on the verge of tears of emotion, and others trembling with elation.
Chu Feng was, without question, the most famous figure in the Martial Sacred Land.
After everything that had happened, a great many people had come to believe that Chu Feng was the one most likely to become the Emperor in this era.
As a result, his popularity in the Martial Sacred Land was truly immense.
This scene left the members of the Four Clans with rather ugly expressions on their faces. But the ones who looked the most displeased were actually the people from the Heavenly Dao Palace — evidently, as the strongest faction among the human race, they did not appreciate someone stealing their thunder.
"Chu... Chu... Chu Feng, bro! I-I-I've missed you so damn much!" Wang Qiang came sprinting at full speed, and upon reaching Chu Feng, threw open his arms and enveloped him in a bear hug.
Chu Feng did not dodge this fellow's embrace. He simply let himself get hugged.
Why didn't he dodge? Because after so long apart, truth be told, Chu Feng had missed Wang Qiang too. In his heart, Wang Qiang was a brother. Brothers reuniting after a long time — a hug was only natural.
"C-C-Come here, let me give you a kiss." But who could have expected Wang Qiang to be so disgusting — he puckered up that drool-covered donkey mouth and leaned toward Chu Feng's cheek.
"Get lost." Chu Feng laughed and slapped a palm onto Wang Qiang's face, pushing him away.
"Chu Feng, bro, how c-c-could you treat me like this?" Wang Qiang clutched his cheek with a look of wounded grievance, though he wasn't actually angry. If anything, he put on an almost coquettish expression that made Chu Feng break out in a cold sweat of embarrassment.
"Wasn't it you who said you once competed with me at Ancient Seal Village and won?" Chu Feng asked Wang Qiang with a sly grin.
This guy hadn't been shy about bragging earlier — that included twisting the truth and claiming that his victory over Chu Feng was the real story, when in fact it had been the other way around.
"Hehehe..."
"I-I-I just missed you, that's all. I was j-j-joking around, trying to... trying to get you to show your face!" Wang Qiang said with a big grin.
Hearing this, the crowd couldn't help but erupt in curses — because now they knew for certain that Wang Qiang's claim about beating Chu Feng had been nothing but hot air. Although they had already suspected he was full of it, the fact that Wang Qiang could admit it with such a carefree expression on his face was simply too much. His skin was so thick that people couldn't stomach it any longer — if they didn't at least vent some curses at him, they would have felt stifled.
But looking at Chu Feng and Wang Qiang, the two of them really did seem to know each other. They were actually friends? Chu Feng actually had a friend like this?
In that moment, nobody could quite understand why Chu Feng had chosen to befriend someone like Wang Qiang.
"Chu... Chu Feng, bro, do you have a shot at breaking this formation?" Wang Qiang, seemingly deaf to everyone's insults, sidled up to Chu Feng again and asked in a low voice.
"Ninety percent," Chu Feng said.
"Oh!" Hearing this, Wang Qiang's face lit up with delight. Then he turned to look at Elder Yue Ling of the Heavenly Dao Palace and called out loudly: "O-O-Old man! You were just standing there talking big, saying my bro Chu Feng couldn't break this formation."
"But if he can — what then? Shouldn't you eat shit and apologize?"