"If you've got the guts, come at me!" Chu Feng roared, pouring everything he had into his defense.
"Ha ha ha! If I wanted to kill you, I could do it at any time — but I'd much rather toy with you," the Yin Yang Immortal said with an eerie grin.
His earlier contest against Chu Feng in the art of barrier formations had been a humiliating defeat that left him thoroughly frustrated. But now, in the realm of martial cultivation, he had found absolute confidence and a sense of utter superiority. The feeling was intoxicating.
"Despicable and shameless — you're unworthy of your status as an elder, let alone an immortal. You're nothing but dog shit," Chu Feng cursed.
"Elder? Can being an elder fill your belly? Immortal? Does being an immortal grant eternal life?"
"I couldn't care less about those empty titles. All that matters to me is power."
"Frankly, toying with ordinary people is utterly pointless."
"But toying with a genius — especially a monster like you — now *that* is a supreme pleasure. It's truly one of life's greatest joys! Ha ha ha ha ha!" The Yin Yang Immortal burst into laughter, his shamelessness on full display.
"I'll kill you! I'll run you through with ten thousand arrows! I'll obliterate your soul until not a trace remains!" Chu Feng was driven into a rage by the Yin Yang Immortal's provocation. The Celestial Immortal Sword Art in his hands grew ever more ferocious, yet his aura had become wildly unstable.
In this state, though Chu Feng's attacks were growing more violent and he was slowly closing the distance to the Yin Yang Immortal, the old man actually felt less threatened than before. Chu Feng had lost his reason.
"Ha ha ha! You're nothing but my plaything now — I'll do whatever I want with you!" Seeing Chu Feng lose his composure, the Yin Yang Immortal laughed even louder.
"Heh…" However, in an instant, a cold, sinister arc spread across Chu Feng's previously enraged face. His eyes turned blood-red as he thundered, "Supreme Art — Abyssal Slaughter!"
Hummm——
Whoosh——
The moment the words left Chu Feng's mouth, a massive surge of blood-red energy erupted from within him, instantly sealing off the surrounding space. And the Yin Yang Immortal happened to be right inside the sealed zone.
"This is bad." In that instant, the Yin Yang Immortal's expression shifted — he sensed lethal danger bearing down on him.
All of his earlier ease, all of his arrogant bravado, had completely vanished. In their place was the suffocating sensation of a sheep thrown into a tiger's den. The terrifying aura of killing intent made even his breathing grow ragged.
"Die!!!"
Chu Feng's voice rang out once more, and the Supreme Art — Abyssal Slaughter erupted with murderous force. The horrifying killing intent crashed toward the Yin Yang Immortal from every direction like a tidal wave — and its target was none other than him.
It turned out that Chu Feng's earlier fury had been nothing but an act. He had deliberately provoked the Yin Yang Immortal into letting his guard down, only to launch a devastating surprise attack.
"Break it for me!!!"
But at that very moment, the Yin Yang Immortal roared and raised a glowing object high above his head.
The object blazed with radiance, and a dense aura of imperial might exploded outward like a volcanic eruption. The golden imperial power descended like a divine weapon from the heavens, forcibly blowing apart Chu Feng's Supreme Art — Abyssal Slaughter.
"Damn it!" Chu Feng clenched his fists in fury — he had been so close to success.
It was an Emperor Armament. That Emperor Armament had saved the Yin Yang Immortal's life.