"What are you laughing at, brat?" Seeing Chu Feng's laugh filled with such contempt — even dripping with mockery — the clan chief's expression grew ever darker.
Since he had emerged from seclusion, even Huangfu Haoyue had not dared to look down on him.
But now, what was with this brat? How could he treat him with such utter disregard? He truly felt as though his heart, liver, spleen, lungs — every organ inside him — was about to explode with rage.
And so, his furious roar was no ordinary shout. It carried with it a dense, overwhelming pressure that caused the very void to tremble.
"Hahaha…"
Yet after sensing that pressure, Chu Feng only laughed even louder. It truly felt like a kitten trying to show its might before a tiger.
"You insolent brat — do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?" Seeing that even his pressure had failed to change Chu Feng's contemptuous attitude, the Blood Qilin Clan Chief was gnashing his teeth in fury. One could even hear the sound of his teeth grinding together as he spoke.
"A Martial Emperor, is it? Then by all means, show me what a Martial Emperor can do."
"Come, come. I'll stand right here and not move a muscle. Take your swing and see if you can so much as scratch me." As Chu Feng spoke, he began walking forward.
"Chu Feng, don't be careless — he truly is a Martial Emperor!!!" Seeing Chu Feng do this, figures like Huangfu Haoyue were all struck with alarm and hurriedly called out to stop him.
After all, they had witnessed the Blood Qilin Clan Chief's strength with their own eyes. Even Huangfu Haoyue, a Martial Emperor himself, had struggled to contend with him.
For Chu Feng to simply stand there and let him attack freely — that was practically suicide.
Amid everyone's urgent cries, Chu Feng suddenly halted and turned his head. "Elders, please don't worry. With his strength, if he can manage to hurt me, then I, Chu Feng, am truly incompetent." At those words, Chu Feng flashed a confident smile before continuing forward.
After hearing Chu Feng's words, Huangfu Haoyue and the others all stood there, expressions blank with shock.
It wasn't that they were particularly fragile — it was simply that Chu Feng's declaration, "with his strength, if he can hurt me, then I, Chu Feng, am truly incompetent," was far too staggering.
The Blood Qilin Clan Chief's strength — in their eyes, he was a genuine Martial Emperor. And if even a Martial Emperor couldn't wound Chu Feng, didn't that mean Chu Feng was stronger than a Martial Emperor?
Just as everyone stared at Chu Feng's retreating figure with eyes full of utter disbelief, Chu Feng came to a stop less than a hundred meters from the Blood Qilin Clan Chief.
"What game are you playing now, brat?"
Yet at this moment, it was the Blood Qilin Clan Chief who hesitated to strike. He truly could not figure out what Chu Feng was after.
Because the Chu Feng before him did not seem to be pretending to look down on him — it seemed to come from the very depths of his heart. This unsettled him greatly. The confidence he had held all this long was beginning to waver.
"I told you to hit me and you won't even dare. What a waste." Chu Feng's words dripped with derision.
"You insolent brat — if you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" At the word "waste," the Blood Qilin Clan Chief erupted with a torrent of murderous intent, and in the next instant he threw a punch directly at Chu Feng. Surging martial power coalesced into a colossal golden fist that hurtled toward Chu Feng with devastating force.
At that moment, many among Huangfu Haoyue, Qiu Canfeng, and the others could not bear to watch. They squeezed their eyes shut, terrified that Chu Feng would be obliterated by that single blow.
BOOM—
Yet when the golden fist struck Chu Feng, it detonated in a sudden explosion.
The sound was piercingly sharp, but what followed was something utterly bizarre. The shockwave of energy, just as it was about to spread outward, simply vanished without a trace.
Most importantly, Chu Feng was still standing in midair — not a single hair on his body harmed, not a single thread of his clothing so much as torn.
"Oh? So that's the attack of a Martial Emperor? And here I was wondering why it couldn't even scratch a single hair on my body." Chu Feng laughed, his voice laced with mockery.