Whoosh—
Suddenly, Jiang Yuantai swung his spear and flung Chu Feng straight from the sky down to the ground.
BOOM—
The tremendous impact cratered the earth, carving out a super-sized pit resembling a deep canyon.
And Chu Feng lay there like a puddle of minced flesh, completely motionless.
But even so, Jiang Yuantai did not let him off.
He descended from the sky, pointing his spear at Chu Feng while planting one foot on top of him.
This very action was exactly what the prophecy had foretold—Chu Feng would do this to him.
"Chu Feng, you're nothing more than this."
"I gave you the chance. You were just too useless to take it."
"Originally, those Masters and friends of yours could have escaped disaster because of you."
"But because of your uselessness, they now have to die alongside you."
Only after saying this did Jiang Yuantai cease.
But as he turned to leave, he threw his head back and burst into laughter.
"So the so-called prophecy is nothing more than this."
"The one prophesied has been defeated by yours truly."
"Now let me see who in the Eastern Domain can possibly stand in my way—the Pill Dao Immortal Sect!!!"
His words were meant for everyone present to hear.
His words were the very definition of arrogance.
And yet not a single person dared to retort, because every last person from the Nine Soul Galaxy present was a prisoner awaiting death without exception.
They had no strength to argue.
Suddenly, Chu Feng's body began to float upward.
It was Sima Xiangtu who had pulled him over through the air.
"So you're still conscious. Why didn't you make a sound?"
"Are you broken from the shame of defeat?"
Looking at the blood-soaked, mangled mess that was Chu Feng, Sima Xiangtu let out a derisive laugh.
Then, with a sweep of his massive sleeve, Chu Feng was sent tumbling straight into the bosom of the old Daoist with the ox-horn nose.
"Zhuge Yuankong."
"See? Even a disciple as brilliantly talented as yours—arguably the greatest genius of the Eastern Domain—"
"—still suffers such a crushing defeat against the absolute pinnacle geniuses of this vast cultivation world."
"And you're no different."
"Once the greatest Spirit World Master of the Holy Light Galaxy, you were once so magnificent."
"But now, all you can do is watch your disciple be tormented like this."
"Do you know why?"
"Because the two of you are simply too weak."
Sima Xiangtu spoke these mocking words with a smile on his face.
The old Daoist with the ox-horn nose ignored him entirely, simply channeling the power of his barrier to begin healing Chu Feng's injuries.
"Is there even a point in healing him?"
"He's a dead man walking regardless."
Sima Xiangtu remarked.
"All men die eventually—why bother living at all?"
The old Daoist looked up and glanced at Sima Xiangtu.
"Hmph."
The moment he saw that expression on the old Daoist's face, Sima Xiangtu's expression turned sour immediately.
This was exactly what he hated the most.
Back when he was weaker than the old Daoist, it had been tolerable.
But now that he had clearly surpassed him—and by a staggering margin at that—the old Daoist was so hopelessly feeble before him, and yet still wore that same defiant look.