"Ladies and gentlemen, this secret technique — would anyone like it?"
Chu Feng held the secret technique high above his head, swept his gaze across the crowd, and called out in a loud voice.
The declaration caught everyone off guard. It turned out Chu Feng wasn't joking — he was dead serious.
He was actually going to sell the Sword King City's inherited secret technique.
And seeing that Chu Feng truly intended to sell it, quite a few people in the crowd found themselves stirring with interest.
After all, while the Sword King City's inherited secret technique couldn't compare to Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword or Ancient War Axe, it was still an exceptional piece among secret techniques.
However, no one dared to speak up, given Qing Peng's strength. After all, Qing Peng was a Martial Immortal-level existence — and a notoriously short-tempered one at that.
With Han Yu's cultivation now crippled, he was already seething. If anyone dared to buy his sect's secret technique, he might very well resort to killing on the spot.
The crowd's thoughts were of no concern to Qing Peng, because when he saw that Chu Feng was genuinely selling the inherited secret technique, his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull with rage.
He moved a step closer to Chu Feng, separated only by the transparent wall of the dueling space, and pointed a finger at him, enunciating each word with deadly intent:
"Chu Feng, you can keep being smug all you want, but you'd better prepare yourself to die — because this dueling space is about to disappear."
"Oh, if you hadn't reminded me, I almost forgot."
As Chu Feng spoke, he reached toward his Universe Bag.
Seeing this gesture, many people's expressions shifted, their eyes brightening with anticipation.
Everyone assumed Chu Feng was about to produce some heaven-defying treasure.
After all, he had been acting so composed and fearless — even in the face of Qing Peng's threats, he hadn't shown the slightest trace of alarm.
He must have some means of protecting himself, and people felt that whatever Chu Feng was about to pull out was likely his trump card.
Truth be told, not only did the bystanders think so — even Qing Peng did.
So when he saw Chu Feng's movement, Qing Peng actually instinctively took a step back, a sign of his own uncertainty.
Even Song Yunfei, Xia Yun'er, and the other young generation cultivators fixed their gazes with renewed focus.
Everyone wanted to know — what heaven-defying treasure was Chu Feng about to withdraw from his Universe Bag?
And under the weight of all those stares, Chu Feng did indeed produce an object.
It was, naturally, Chu Feng's greatest reliance — the Evil God Sword.
"What is that?"
"Am I seeing things? That's a half-emperor weapon."
"What is Chu Feng doing with a half-emperor weapon at a time like this?"
But when Chu Feng actually brought out the Evil God Sword, the crowd's reaction was one of utter bewilderment.
Because this was nothing at all like the treasure they had imagined. The gap between expectation and reality was almost physically painful.
"Is this guy here to entertain us?"
The disciples of Star Fall Holy Land openly mocked and ridiculed him.
Their derision was understandable — not only were they merely young generation cultivators, but even powerhouses of the caliber of the Eight Immortals of Star Fall couldn't discern the Evil God Sword's true nature.
On the surface, the Evil God Sword was simply a half-emperor weapon — and even among half-emperor weapons, its quality was rather mediocre.
How could they possibly know that the half-emperor weapon was merely a disguise, and that the Evil God Sword's true power, once unleashed, would send every single person present into trembling shock?
That included the Eight Immortals of Star Fall as well.
"Chu Feng, this half-emperor weapon — don't tell me this is the great source of your confidence?"
"This half-emperor weapon is what gave you the audacity to cripple the young master of Sword King City and steal our inherited secret technique?" Qing Peng asked coldly.
He was furious, but his words dripped with mockery toward Chu Feng.
Yet Chu Feng remained perfectly composed in the face of Qing Peng's derision, responding with a single offhand remark:
"You'll find out soon enough."
Outwardly, not a flicker of change crossed Chu Feng's expression. Only he knew that he had already quietly fused his own power into the Evil God Sword, and that with a mere thought, the blade would be awakened.
Crack—
Crack—
At that moment, the walls of the dueling space began to shatter.
Seeing this, many people grew tense.