"What a despicable brat, but so what if you got the better of me?"
"Even if I stood right here and let you hit me, you couldn't kill me. That's the gap in cultivation realms."
The old Immortal Slaughter man, possibly humiliated by being caught off guard by Chu Feng, grew furious from embarrassment and roared at him.
Chu Feng said nothing. Instead, he pressed his palms together and then raised them high above his head.
The power of the barrier surged skyward, and in the blink of an eye, a colossal barrier sword stretching ten thousand meters long materialized above him.
The moment this sword appeared, the void trembled, as though even the heavens themselves were gripped by fear.
Without a doubt, this sword's power was immense!
Only after gripping this barrier sword did Chu Feng finally speak.
"The gap in cultivation is indeed hard to bridge. In that case, why don't you just stand right there and let me do the hitting?"
With that, Chu Feng swung both hands downward, and the massive barrier sword descended with his arms, cleaving down from the heavens toward the gray-robed old man.
"You think I'm a stupid donkey?"
"Stand still and let you hit me?" The gray-robed old man pointed his treasure-grade saber at the void.
Though the two of them were vastly different in size, the power unleashed by that treasure-grade saber instantly shattered Chu Feng's ten-thousand-meter barrier sword to smithereens.
After destroying the barrier sword in a single strike, the treasure-grade saber locked onto Chu Feng.
The blade moved. The edge arrived.
A light blade imbued with killing intent had already reached Chu Feng's front.
But Chu Feng simply shifted his body and dodged out of the way.
Chu Feng already knew he was no match for this gray-robed old man, so he made straight for that mountain range.
If he couldn't win, couldn't he at least run?
"Run? You think you can escape?" The gray-robed old man was quite surprised by Chu Feng's speed but gave chase immediately.
Chu Feng, meanwhile, maintained just the right distance and pace.
Under these circumstances, the gray-robed old man from Immortal Slaughter couldn't catch up to him, but neither could he shake the old man off.
This made the gray-robed old man believe he still had a real chance of catching Chu Feng.
The harder he chased, the harder he pushed — and as he pursued, he launched offensive after offensive at Chu Feng.
But it was all useless. Not only could he not close the gap, but every attack was cleverly dodged by Chu Feng.
Each time it looked dangerously close, yet somehow the strikes never touched Chu Feng.
"Old thing, how are you this weak? Immortal Slaughter sent you specifically to hunt me down, and this is the best they could send?"
"If I'm not mistaken, you're Immortal Slaughter's seventh elder, right? Or are you someone's disciple as well?"
"It's one thing for the young ones to be disciples, but at your age you're still playing the disciple? Have you no shame?"
"I'd advise you to stop chasing and scram back, or else I'm going to take your old life in a moment."
Though Chu Feng was running, his mouth never stopped moving.
It almost seemed like he was the one with the upper hand.
"Little brat, your name is Chu Feng, isn't it?"
"Song Luoyi was your grandmother, correct?"
"You look down on me, but your grandmother died right in front of me all those years ago."
"Your grandmother suffered terribly back then." The gray-robed old man refused to be outdone and actually used Chu Feng's grandmother to strike back.
"Old thing, you're trying to enrage me?" Chu Feng shot back.
"Enrage you? As if you're worthy."
"Little brat, you have no idea what Immortal Slaughter is truly capable of."
"You think you're so impressive just because you have a few tricks and can run a little fast?"