"Oh, what was it you all were saying just now?"
"Something about how I, Nangong Yifan, need to get past you lot before I can challenge this
"So what do you say now, trash?"
Although Nangong Yifan had stopped attacking, he had no intention of letting things go. Instead, he proceeded to humiliate
Before this, whenever Nangong Yifan hurled insults their way, Wuming Yuanzhi and the rest would fire back.
But now, they remained silent. They themselves already felt like worthless trash — so how could they even muster the will to argue?
Seeing the five of them completely broken before him, a smug arc curled up on the corner of Nangong Yifan's lips. This was exactly the scene he had wanted to see.
With that, he turned his gaze once more toward Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng, are you coming out to fight me, or are you going to surrender?"
Nangong Yifan addressed Chu Feng directly, showing no intention of letting him off the hook.
In truth, had it not been for his desire to challenge Chu Feng, he would never have bothered fighting Wuming Yuanzhi and the others in the first place.
It was precisely because Wuming Yuanzhi and his group had become an obstacle to his lesson for Chu Feng that he had humiliated them so thoroughly.
"Young friend Nangong Yifan, if Young friend Chu Feng is unwilling to accept your challenge, then do not force the matter," Lord Guardian Sword spoke up.
"Chu Feng, my Crimson Flame Soul Armor has already dissipated."
"I won't be able to use that power again for some time."
"Even like this, you still don't dare to fight me?"
"I've heard that your father was a great hero of his generation — so how did he end up fathering such a spineless coward as you?"
Nangong Yifan ignored Lord Guardian Sword's warning entirely, continuing to shower Chu Feng with verbal abuse.
"This Chu Feng really is a coward."
"Truly worthless, the lot of him. Back in the chess formation, he was putting on quite the show. And didn't someone say he fought
At that moment, the mocking voices of the juniors from the various starfields came crashing toward Chu Feng like a torrential storm.
Under these circumstances, Chu Feng was growing increasingly agitated.
It wasn't the mockery that made him angry.
It was the fact that he clearly had the ability to defeat Nangong Yifan, yet he simply could not make a move.
Most of all, seeing
Chu Feng knew that this battle had inflicted tremendous damage on the five of them — not to their bodies, but to their spirits. And that kind of wound could very well affect them for the rest of their lives.
So Chu Feng felt that he had let the five of them down terribly.
He truly wanted to step forward and teach Nangong Yifan a lesson.
He wanted to make those starfield juniors — who were nothing more than jumping clowns — shut their mouths.
But he simply couldn't. And that left Chu Feng feeling suffocated with frustration.
"Damn it — at a time like this, can you stop bickering for once?! Can someone just give me back my cultivation so I can go deal with this guy?!"
Suddenly, Chu Feng let out a furious roar.
Under the weight of all that pent-up frustration, he had roared out loud — not just in his mind, but out loud for everyone to hear.
The sound was piercing, like a clap of thunder, and every single person present heard it crystal clear.
In an instant, dead silence fell over the crowd…
Everyone present was stunned, Nangong Yifan included.
Because that sudden outburst from Chu Feng had left them all completely bewildered.
"Is this guy out of his mind? What is he talking about?"
"Has he lost it?"