"Hmph, Chu Xuanyuan's son — what a fine Chu Xuanyuan's son he is. I'd love to see for myself just how much this so-called son of Chu Xuanyuan is actually worth."
"Exactly. Wasn't there a rumor that he was a crippled waste who couldn't cultivate at all? What happened — did the loach transform into a divine dragon and soar to the heavens? Hahahaha."
Pu Yang Han and Pu Yang Qi let out mocking laughter.
But their faces were clearly twisted with displeasure and anger.
Displeasure — they were furious. Chu Feng had stolen their thunder, so how could they possibly be happy about it?
They had already made up their mind: if they ran into Chu Feng inside the Rising Star Grand Formation, they would make sure he paid the price. Otherwise, the hatred in their hearts would never be quenched.
"That Chu Feng is no one to mess with. I'd advise you not to provoke him," Li Anzhi said.
"What, do you know him?" Pu Yang Han asked.
"Not only do I know him — I've fought him before," Li Anzhi replied.
"How did it turn out?"
The question came from someone in the crowd, and at the same time, every pair of eyes fixed on Li Anzhi.
They were all eager to learn who had been stronger in the battle between Li Anzhi and the son of Chu Xuanyuan.
It was true that the title of "son of Chu Xuanyuan" carried a dazzling, brilliant glow. But Li Anzhi's designation as one of the Ten Stars of Zu Wu was a symbol of true, proven strength.
Which of the two was superior — it really was hard to say.
If forced to guess, most people would have been more inclined to believe that Li Anzhi was the stronger one.
After all, Chu Feng had once been burdened with the reputation of being a crippled waste who couldn't cultivate.
"I lost," Li Anzhi said.
As he spoke, his expression was visibly uncomfortable, and beneath his sleeves, his fists clenched involuntarily.
As a genius who had lived his entire life under the admiring gaze of others, Li Anzhi was by nature quite proud.
But pride aside, he was not dishonest. A loss was a loss — he did not conceal the result, nor did he belittle Chu Feng.
And once he admitted the outcome, the crowd's reaction was one of stunned bewilderment.
Even Li Anzhi had lost. That shattered the impression Chu Feng had left in their minds.
Could it be that the so-called waste had truly risen?
In an instant, a storm of emotion surged through everyone's heart.
But most of them quietly filed away the name Chu Feng, telling themselves that unless they had no choice, it was best not to provoke this guy.
After all, this was someone who had managed to defeat even Li Anzhi.
"Hmph, to think he actually lost to that kind of waste. Li Anzhi, it seems you're nothing special after all."
"The current generation of Zu Wu's Ten Stars really is inferior to ours."
But just at that moment, Pu Yang Han let out a cold laugh.
At the same time, a mocking smirk hung at the corner of Pu Yang Qi's lips as well.
They had not grown any more cautious of Chu Feng because of Li Anzhi's defeat.
In their firm belief, Li Anzhi was simply not on their level.
"As you wish," Li Anzhi replied with a faint smile.
In truth, he had never taken these two seriously either. And if even he was no match for Chu Feng, then in his view, these two going to cause trouble for Chu Feng would be nothing short of seeking death.
He had only offered the warning out of goodwill. He hadn't expected them to be so dismissive of it.
And so, Li Anzhi saw no reason to say more.
"You still have time to sit around discussing this — or have none of you any interest in the rankings that are about to follow?"