"Ladies and gentlemen, this secret technique — is anyone interested?"
Chu Feng held the secret technique high and swept his gaze across the crowd, raising his voice as he made his offer.
This move caught everyone by surprise. They had thought Chu Feng was joking, but he was dead serious.
He actually intended to sell the inherited secret technique of Sword King City.
And seeing that Chu Feng was truly prepared to sell it, quite a few people in the crowd found themselves stirring with interest.
Although this inherited secret technique of Sword King City couldn't compare to Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword or Ancient War Axe, it was still a rare top-grade treasure among secret techniques.
However, owing to Qing Peng's strength, no one dared to actually speak up. After all, Qing Peng was a Martial Immortal-level expert, and he was famously short-tempered.
With Han Yu's cultivation already crippled, he was already fuming. If someone dared to buy his family's secret technique, he might just fly into a killing rage.
As for what the crowd was thinking, Qing Peng had no interest in guessing, because when he saw that Chu Feng was genuinely trying to sell the inherited secret technique, he was so furious his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
He moved a little closer to Chu Feng, separated only by the transparent wall of the dueling space, and pointed at Chu Feng, enunciating each word: "Chu Feng, you can keep getting cocky, but you'd better prepare yourself to die. This dueling space is about to disappear."
"Oh, if you hadn't reminded me, I almost forgot."
As he spoke, Chu Feng reached toward his Universe Bag.
Seeing this gesture, many people's expressions shifted, their eyes lighting up.
Everyone assumed that Chu Feng was about to produce some heaven-defying treasure.
After all, he had been acting so fearless — unfazed even in the face of Qing Peng's threats. He certainly must have had some means of protecting himself, and people figured that whatever Chu Feng was about to pull out would likely be his trump card.
Truthfully, it wasn't just the bystanders who thought so — even Qing Peng believed it.
And so, upon seeing Chu Feng's movement, Qing Peng actually found himself instinctively taking a step back, a clear sign of his lack of confidence.
Even the younger generation — Song Yunfei, Xia Yun'er, and the others — fixed their gazes with heightened seriousness.
Everyone wanted to know what heaven-defying treasure Chu Feng was about to draw from his Universe Bag.
And under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chu Feng did indeed produce an item.
This item, naturally, was Chu Feng's strongest trump card — the Evil God Sword.
"What is that?"
"Am I seeing things? That's a Half-Emperor Armament."
"Why would Chu Feng pull out a Half-Emperor Armament at a critical moment like this?"
But when Chu Feng actually produced the Evil God Sword, the crowd's reaction was one of utter bewilderment.
Because this was vastly different from the treasure they had imagined. The gap between expectation and reality was almost painful.
"Is Chu Feng here to be a comedian?"
The disciples of Starfall Holy Land openly mocked him with scornful laughter.
Their ridicule wasn't unwarranted. Forget the younger generation — even powerhouse-level figures like the Eight Immortals of Starfall couldn't see through the Evil God Sword's true nature.
On the surface, the Evil God Sword was merely a Half-Emperor Armament, and even among Half-Emperor Armaments, its quality was nothing special.
But how could they possibly know that the Half-Emperor Armament designation was nothing more than a disguise? If the Evil God Sword's true power were unleashed, it would make every single person present tremble in terror.
The Eight Immortals of Starfall included.
"Chu Feng, this so-called fearless confidence of yours — don't tell me it relies on this Half-Emperor Armament?"
"It's this Half-Emperor Armament that gave you the audacity to cripple my Sword King City's young master's cultivation and steal our inherited secret technique?" Qing Peng asked coldly.
He was furious, but his words were also laced with mockery toward Chu Feng.
Yet Chu Feng remained composed in the face of Qing Peng's derision, offering only a single offhanded remark: "You'll find out soon enough."
Outwardly, not a single thing about Chu Feng had changed. Only he knew that he had already quietly infused his power into the Evil God Sword, and with a mere thought, it would be awakened.
Crack— Crack— At that moment, the walls of the dueling space began to shatter.