However, compared to the others, Nangong Yifan remained utterly composed. Even though he was now surrounded by five people, his expression was still calm and unfazed — the contempt in his eyes had not diminished one bit.
He didn't even bother looking directly at the four who had encircled him. Instead, he cast his gaze toward a figure among the younger generation of the
It was
"Chu Feng, aren't you going to join them?" Nangong Yifan asked.
"If you want to fight me, I'll oblige you someday."
Chu Feng said. Though his tone was defiant on the surface, inside, he was bitter.
Because he had devoured the divine tree seed, a war had erupted between his bloodline power and the seed's energy. That, in turn, had indirectly suppressed his cultivation.
Chu Feng was, after all, a Rank Three Martial Ancestor. If his cultivation had fully recovered — or even if it had recovered to the Rank Two Martial Ancestor level — he would have been willing to take on Nangong Yifan without hesitation.
At least in Chu Feng's estimation, Nangong Yifan's strength was actually inferior to
But there was nothing he could do. His cultivation was suppressed, and both the Queen and
Even if he stepped forward rashly, he would only end up getting beaten for nothing.
It wasn't that Chu Feng was afraid of being mocked — it was just that doing so would be pointless.
"Hahaha…"
Sure enough, upon hearing Chu Feng's words, Nangong Yifan broke into mocking laughter.
"I heard that you once fought Linghu Hongfei to a draw and shared the title of the Ancestral Martial Starfield's greatest genius."
"I thought you had some skill, but here you are, cowering behind this bunch of losers, not daring to fight me?"
"Could it be that you're actually just like them — a waste who can only show off inside a chess formation?"
Nangong Yifan did everything he could to taunt Chu Feng, clearly hoping to provoke him into making a move.
And he kept bringing up the chess formation, whether intentionally or not. It was obvious that the humiliation Chu Feng had inflicted on him within the chess formation was the root of his hatred.
"Nangong Yifan, I've already told you — if you want to fight Chu Feng, you're not worthy."
"Unless you can beat us first,"
"Hahaha…"
Hearing this, Nangong Yifan suddenly burst into laughter again. This time, his laughter was wildly arrogant, filled with sheer disdain.
Then, abruptly, he wiped the smile from his face, and a freezing coldness surged in his eyes.
"You want to bring humiliation upon yourselves? Very well, I'll grant your wish."
"But this time, I won't waste any more time."
With that, Nangong Yifan flicked his wrist, and a massive weapon materialized in his hand — a halberd with a crescent blade.
The weapon was ten meters long, entirely golden, and exquisitely crafted.
This was no ordinary half-completed Martial Ancestor weapon. Its quality was exceptional, far surpassing the half-completed Martial Ancestor weapons wielded by
With such a weapon in hand, Nangong Yifan's combat power surged dramatically.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
In the next instant, the halberd swept outward in a wide arc, sending wave after wave of golden wind-blades slashing toward all five opponents simultaneously.
And at nearly the same moment, cold glint flickered across the bodies of Kong Ci,
In the blink of an eye, five fighters against one — they clashed.
But what was truly astonishing was…
The battle that everyone had placed such high hopes on carried almost no suspense.
After only a few short exchanges, Kong Ci, Long Ning, Xian Yun, Wuming Yuanzhi, and Wuming Xiongmo were all sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.