"Soul Refiner, the outcome has already been decided."
"Today, I'll let you off. But if you dare provoke me again, I'll take your dog's life."
Just then, Young Master Li Ming's voice suddenly rang out — though only his voice could be heard, nowhere was his figure seen.
Moreover, his voice was growing fainter and fainter, as if he were already departing the area.
"Li Ming, come back here! The battle isn't over — I want to fight you again!" Soul Refiner roared at the top of his lungs.
His voice was so thunderous that the very void shuddered continuously. Many onlookers hurriedly clapped their hands over their ears, and some weaker cultivators couldn't even manage that — they were violently shaken by Soul Refiner's voice until blood spewed from their mouths and they perished.
Yet despite Soul Refiner's provocation, Young Master Li Ming gave no reply. He seemed to have truly left.
But even so, Soul Refiner continued screaming madly.
Clearly, he was unwilling — unwilling to accept that he had lost to Young Master Li Ming just like that.
"Oh, shut up already. Look at the state you're in — what's the point of all that yelling?" Just then, Zhao Hong had seen enough and shouted out in disdain.
"That's — that's — right. What a sh-sh-shameless thing to be doing," Wang Qiang added, looking thoroughly annoyed.
Though neither of them had mastered the Offensive Killing Formation and their own strength couldn't compare to Soul Refiner's, they both had the Crystal Giant to protect them. And since the Crystal Giant's power was at the peak of Martial Ancestor, neither of them feared Soul Refiner in the slightest — they said whatever they wanted.
"What did you just say?"
Now, Soul Refiner — a man of towering self-regard — could hardly tolerate being spoken of in such a manner. He immediately turned his murderous gaze toward Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong, brimming with menace.
However, faced with Soul Refiner's threatening stare, Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong's expressions didn't change in the slightest.
Seeing the two remain so fearless in the face of danger, many onlookers looked at Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong with newfound respect. And since the two weren't wearing conical hats, people silently committed their faces to memory.
As for why — well, it was because the two of them had said what most others didn't dare to. That was why people took them for somebody worth noting.
"What's the matter, you can't — can't understand me?"
"All right then, I'll tell you one more time."
"I said you're trash." Wang Qiang spoke each word with deliberate, crushing weight.
"You're courting death!!!" Soul Refiner snorted coldly, then threw down a single punch. Vast, Ancestor-level martial force split into two ferocious torrents of fist wind, like two colossal beasts hurtling down from the sky toward Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong.
This punch carried tremendous power. If it went unblocked, not only would Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong be killed on the spot — even Chu Feng, Xu Yiyi, and the others, along with many of the surrounding bystanders, would suffer the same fate.
Soul Refiner's ruthlessness was once again on full display. He cared only for his own satisfaction and gave absolutely no thought to the lives of others.
But what astonished Chu Feng most was this: Soul Refiner had already launched his attack, yet Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong showed no intention of summoning the Crystal Giant.
With their own strength alone, there was no way they could block this punch from Soul Refiner — after all, this was a man who could contend with a sixth-grade Martial Ancestor.
"Those two are forcing my hand."
Chu Feng let out a silent sigh. He had already figured it out — Zhao Hong and Wang Qiang had deliberately provoked Soul Refiner and then refused to act, all so that Chu Feng would be the one to deal with him.
"Not good."
Though Chu Feng understood Zhao Hong and Wang Qiang's plan, no one else did. Seeing Soul Refiner strike a lethal blow while Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong had no means to block it, everyone was certain the two were doomed.
Whoosh— Yet just as everyone believed Wang Qiang and Zhao Hong were about to meet a brutal end, Chu Feng swept his great sleeve, and a fierce gust of wind surged upward from within it.