Regardless of everything, many people now believed that Wang Qiang was the successor of the Crimson Emperor.
He didn't need to produce any evidence — his current strength alone was enough to convince them.
After Chu Feng had left, at least half of the Ancient Fierce Beasts had been slain by this very Wang Qiang, and the number of Dark Hall members who had perished at his hands was beyond counting.
The fact that the Ancient Elves had gained absolute initiative and held a decisive advantage in this war was in no small part thanks to Wang Qiang's contributions.
"World-Destroying old fossil, you — you don't you dare die on me! Wait till your Grandpa Wang finishes mastering his divine arts, then I'll chop you up and turn you into meat buns!"
"But don't worry — I'm not planning to eat you. I'll just feed you to the dogs." Wang Qiang was not only cutting down Dark Hall members but publicly humiliating the World-Destroying Immortal as well.
"You stuttering brat, you'll get your chance to shut your mouth!" The World-Destroying Immortal was seething with rage, because ever since Chu Feng had left, Wang Qiang had been nonstop berating him. He was genuinely driven to distraction by Wang Qiang's verbal assault — the man's gift for trash talk was truly extraordinary.
"World-Destroying old fossil, don't ask me why I won't eat you — it's because your Grandpa Wang here is a real… real man, and real men don't eat hermaphrodites, heh heh." Wang Qiang acted as though he couldn't hear the World-Destroying Immortal's threats and continued his tirade.
The World-Destroying Immortal was so furious his face turned crimson, teeth grinding, wishing he could tear that stuttering brat apart with his bare hands one bite at a time.
"World-Destroying, even the successor of the Crimson Emperor has come to aid our cause. It seems your downfall is inevitable." Lord Luokong remarked with a smile.
"Don't be ridiculous. Luokong, have you gone senile? Don't forget the true purpose of our coming here — it's the Moon Demon."
"As long as the Moon Demon falls into our hands, will you still stand a chance?" Yet the World-Destroying Immortal was utterly unfazed. Even though they had fallen into a disadvantage and Dark Hall members were dying by the minute, he remained supremely confident.
"Don't forget — young friend Chu Feng and the Weapon Refining Immortal went after him as well. Are you really so certain your son can successfully control the Moon Demon?" Lord Luokong replied.
"What? Chu Feng? Did you say Chu Feng? Hahahaha!!!" But upon hearing Lord Luokong's words, the World-Destroying Immortal burst into laughter — wild, manic laughter.
His voice had always carried that eerie, genderless quality, and when he laughed like that, everyone heard it. Despite the raging battle all around, people couldn't help but turn their attention toward him.
After laughing for a long while, the World-Destroying Immortal finally spoke: "That good-for-nothing Chu Feng — I know exactly how many pounds and ounces he's worth. The only place for him is under my boot, and the same goes for him against my son."
"As for the Weapon Refining fellow and your Ancient Elf there — they're about on Chu Feng's level. Even if the three of them joined hands, they wouldn't be enough to fill my son's teeth gaps."
"Is that so?" But the moment the World-Destroying Immortal's words left his lips, a voice exploded from the distance.
It was Chu Feng. The moment he appeared, every pair of eyes turned toward him — and when they got a clear look, every face froze.
Chu Feng, the Weapon Refining Immortal, and the Elf Guardian — all were completely unharmed.
Moreover, in Chu Feng's hand was a great net, and within the net was a soul — the soul of the World-Destroying Immortal's very own son, Luan Jie.
"Father, save me!!!" The moment Luan Jie saw the World-Destroying Immortal, he clung to him like a drowning man grasping a lifeline, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"!!!" At that moment, the World-Destroying Immortal's face had gone ashen, his features twisted — he was so stunned that he couldn't even form words.
How bitterly ironic. Just moments ago he had been boasting about how formidable his son was, claiming that even if Chu Feng and the other two joined forces, they wouldn't be enough to fill his son's teeth gaps.
But what was the situation now? The son he believed to be so powerful had not only become a prisoner but had lost even his physical body, reduced to nothing more than a soul.