"Senior, please rest assured. I will surely return victorious."
After those words, Chu Feng soared into the air and landed at the center of the plaza.
"Xiao Shiyi, are you the one fighting me?"
Chu Feng asked Xiao Shiyi with a smile on his face.
"You little brat, watch your mouth! Who gave you permission to call me Xiao Shiyi?"
"Address me as Lord Shiyi!"
Xiao Shiyi immediately became extremely displeased.
"Lord?"
"Heh… someone as despicable as you dares call himself a lord?" Chu Feng sneered.
"Son of a bitch! Today I'm going to teach you a good lesson!"
"Kid, put this on! As long as you dare put it on, I'll beat you so hard your teeth scatter all over the ground — make you suffer even worse than that old cripple!"
As he spoke, Xiao Shiyi pointed toward Zhang Duotuo, who had already left the plaza and was resting not far away, healing from his injuries.
Hearing those words, both Zhang Duotuo and Meng Rufei's expressions turned ugly.
They had already been defeated. And now they still had to endure insults? Who had they offended?
Meanwhile, Chu Feng had already put on that special shawl.
He didn't examine it too closely, because long before the duel between Zhang Duotuo and Xiao Shiyi, Chu Feng had already studied this shawl.
It was indeed a treasure.
Once worn, it seemed that regardless of one's cultivation level, one's cultivation would be sealed away.
The only thing one could use was the power of martial formations.
Unless the shawl was removed, it was as though one had lost all cultivation.
Chu Feng had no idea where the Martial Cultivators of the Secret Cavern had obtained such a thing.
But there was no denying it — it was a genuine treasure.
"Come! Last time you weren't beaten badly enough. This time, I'll make you suffer even more."
After putting on the shawl, Chu Feng spoke to Xiao Shiyi in a provocative tone.
"You little brat! Last time I simply let my guard down. This time you'll find out just how fearsome I am!"
As he spoke, Xiao Shiyi pressed his palms together. He did not strike immediately — instead, he began setting up a martial formation.
Chu Feng, likewise, pressed his palms together and began constructing a formation of his own.
Through Xiao Shiyi's earlier battle with Zhang Duotuo, Chu Feng had already discovered that Xiao Shiyi was not the same opponent as before. His martial formation power had undergone a tremendous upgrade.
It wasn't merely the difference between the Insect Vein level and the Snake Vein level — his combat strength had also risen dramatically.
Facing such a Xiao Shiyi, Chu Feng could not afford to be careless.
After all, Chu Feng had no way of knowing whether Xiao Shiyi had been using his full strength during the fight against Zhang Duotuo.
"You little brat, setting up a formation right alongside me?"
"You really think you can compete with me in formations?"
Xiao Shiyi truly was a motormouth — he lacked all dignity expected of a senior powerhouse and behaved nothing more than a bratty child.
Indeed, even while constructing his formation, his mouth never stopped running, and he even began taunting Chu Feng.
"I'm afraid you've already forgotten just how badly I beat you last time."
"If you can't remember my strength clearly, why not ask your boss — the Snake Vein Sacred Cloth — how it felt to be toyed with by an Insect Vein Sacred Cloth."
When Chu Feng said this, he cast a provocative glance at the leader of the Martial Cultivators of the Secret Cavern.
"That little brat! How dare he mock me!"
"Xiao Shiyi, teach him a proper lesson! Beat him so hard he cries for his daddy and his mommy, and calls us his ancestors!" the leader of the Martial Cultivators of the Secret Cavern roared.
"Relax, boss. I'll make sure he learns what our true strength really is."
Xiao Shiyi replied.
"True strength?"
"If that's what you say, then I think I understand now."