"Jiang Hao, shut your mouth," Xu Yiyi snapped. She could no longer stand it — she suddenly raised her leg and kicked Jiang Hao hard, sending him tumbling to the ground.
Seeing this, the three female disciples of
They knew full well that Jiang Hao's cultivation was above Xu Yiyi's. If he had wanted to dodge, she never could have landed that kick.
But he didn't dare dodge — didn't even dare defend himself. That was why such an embarrassing scene had played out.
Embarrassing, to say the least. This was a public humiliation, with so many outsiders watching. Jiang Hao's face was flushed with rage, but he didn't dare take it out on Xu Yiyi, so he directed all of it toward
"There's absolutely no chance. Do you have any idea how many Imperial-clothed Spirit World Masters are attending this event? And every single person who received an invitation token is a force to be reckoned with."
"I guarantee you — that Chu Feng has zero chance," Jiang Hao said indignantly.
"One more word out of you, and see if I won't chop you?" Xu Yiyi pulled out her half-finished Ancestral Armament as she spoke.
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"Yiyi, what Jiang Hao said was a bit much, but he's not entirely wrong. If there really are only four spots, then forget about Chu Feng — even Elder
"After all, nearly every famous Imperial-clothed Spirit World Master in the
"That's right. I even saw the Four Emperors of Spirit World earlier. And I heard that experts from the
"No, no, no. The most powerful ones are the Four Emperors of Spirit World. After all, those four were born for the art of spirit world techniques."
At this, the people of Sunset Cloud Valley began chattering amongst themselves.
Xu Yiyi fell silent. She had heard of every one of these names that Sunset Cloud Valley mentioned, and they were indeed figures of extraordinary attainment in barrier arts.
All she could do was silently gaze toward the entrance of Cloud Crane Mountain and murmur, "If it's this difficult, then Chu Feng and the others really might have made this trip for nothing…"
…
Meanwhile, Chu Feng and his group were making their way toward the summit of Cloud Crane Mountain.
The path was anything but smooth — to reach it safely, they would have to overcome one trial after another.
Fortunately, Li Rui,
"Young friend Chu Feng, may I ask who your Master is?" Elder Ning Shuang asked curiously. He had noticed that while Chu Feng was also a Dragon-veined Imperial-clothed Spirit World Master, his barrier arts were far beyond anything they could compare to. In truth, Chu Feng had already pulled significantly ahead of them.
He genuinely wanted to know what kind of person could produce a barrier-art genius of Chu Feng's caliber.
"I have two Masters," Chu Feng replied. "One is called
"Zhuge Liuyun? Qiu Canfeng?" At those names, both Elder Ning Shuang and Li Rui were slightly startled — neither had ever heard of them.
Though they hadn't heard the names, they both concluded that these two must be reclusive experts of the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm — or perhaps even cultivators from an upper realm.
But only Chu Feng knew the truth: one of them was currently at the Azure Dragon Sect on the
If one judged strength purely by cultivation level, the two of them would be mocked endlessly if placed here.
Yet in Chu Feng's heart, the stature of both men was immeasurably great. Zhuge Liuyun in particular had been the one who first guided Chu Feng into the world of spirit world techniques.
No matter how far Chu Feng grew in the future, they would forever be his revered Masters.
"There seems to be a problem up ahead," Chu Feng said suddenly.
A stretch of purple mist lay before them, and a crowd had already gathered in front of it.
More precisely, everyone had been stopped by that purple mist.
Though he couldn't clearly see what lay within the purple haze, Chu Feng had a vague suspicion that it was some kind of barrier.
"Elder Ning Shuang, look — Master Pouch from the Buddha Light Heavenly Temple, and Immortal Three Swords from the Sword Immortal Gate."