"Wang Chen?"
Compared to the shock felt by everyone else, the disciples of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect were mostly bewildered.
After all, in their eyes, this Wang Chen was one of their fellow disciples.
They all knew that Wang Chen was usually an arrogant bully.
But they also knew that Wang Chen was the type who only picked on the weak and feared the strong.
Before the weak, Wang Chen was a king.
Before the strong, however, he was nothing but a coward.
In a gathering like this, among the one hundred disciples of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect alone, Wang Chen was on the weaker side.
Normally, he would think twice before speaking among his one hundred fellow disciples, not daring to provoke anyone.
So how had he suddenly mustered the nerve to talk back to Song Jinlun, the strongest disciple of the Nine Star Heavenly Mountain?
Moreover, what Wang Chen had just said didn't merely offend Song Jinlun.
He had also managed to offend every single disciple from both the Nine Star Heavenly Mountain and the Wind Thunder Sword Sect — including Ouyang Pingzhi, the strongest disciple of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect.
This was way too bold.
"Ouyang Pingzhi, I didn't expect you to be this useless."
"Even your own fellow disciple looks down on you like this."
Song Jinlun regarded Ouyang Pingzhi with a mocking smile.
Ouyang Pingzhi's face was dark with fury. Compared to Song Jinlun's humiliation, being talked back to by a fellow disciple was even more embarrassing and hard to swallow.
"Wang Chen, everyone is queuing to enter. What's your rush?"
"Is it only you who's in a hurry?"
Though Ouyang Pingzhi's tone was displeased, his words were still relatively restrained.
The reason for this restraint was simple — with so many important figures watching, he needed to maintain his composure.
But while Ouyang Pingzhi was putting on an act, Chu Feng had no intention of playing along. He let out a cold laugh and said, "Are you blind?"
"What did you say?"
Ouyang Pingzhi and the Wind Thunder Sword Sect disciples could barely believe their ears.
This Wang Chen had just talked back to Ouyang Pingzhi?
And his words were that vicious, too?
Had he eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's gall?
Setting aside everyone else, even Bai Lulu turned to look at Chu Feng, a hint of surprise flickering through her clear eyes.
"Lift your head and look at the images in the sky."
"Disciples from the Heavenly Gate, the Dragon Phoenix Immortal Pavilion, and all the others have already entered the sealed realm."
"And here you are, standing around spouting nonsense."
"If you have grudges against each other, take it somewhere else and settle it yourselves. Don't hog the spot without actually moving."
"You may not be in a rush, but I am."
"I didn't come here to watch you bicker. I came to claim the treasures inside that sealed realm."
"If we lose the first-mover advantage, will you take responsibility for that?"
Chu Feng's gaze burned like torches, his words sharp and piercing, and he pressed on.
"This guy's got some nerve, hasn't he? How dare he speak to Ouyang Pingzhi like that?"
"And what standing does he even have to make such bold claims — saying he'll take the treasures from the sealed realm?"
The onlookers were confused, unable to understand why this person was being so audacious.
The Wind Thunder Sword Sect disciples were even more stunned, and many of their faces had turned pale.
As they stared at Wang Chen, some even showed traces of pity in their eyes.
They all believed Wang Chen was a dead man.
To publicly talk back to Ouyang Pingzhi like this — Wang Chen was surely finished.
"You really are asking for a lesson in manners. If you want to die, I'll gladly grant your wish."
Faced with such an arrogant Chu Feng, Ouyang Pingzhi finally could no longer contain himself. Not only did a vicious glint flash in his eyes, but he also began transmitting a voice secretly, threatening Chu Feng.
"Ouyang Pingzhi, what do you think you're doing?"