"Hmph, so he's the son of Chu Xuanyuan. What a fine son of Chu Xuanyuan indeed. I'd very much like to see for myself just how much this son of Chu Xuanyuan is truly worth."
"Exactly. Wasn't the rumor that he was some crippled waste who couldn't cultivate? What happened — did the little mudfish transform into a divine dragon and soar into the sky, hahahaha?"
Pu Yanghan and Pu Yangqi let out mocking laughter.
But on their faces, displeasure and anger were plainly visible.
Displeasure — they were deeply displeased. Chu Feng had stolen their thunder, so how could they possibly be happy?
They had already made up their minds: if they encountered Chu Feng inside the Rising Star Grand Formation, they would make sure he paid the price. Only then could they quell the resentment in their hearts.
"That Chu Feng is not someone to be trifled with. I advise you not to provoke him," said Li Anzhi.
"Oh? You know him?" Pu Yanghan asked.
"Not only do I know him — I've fought him before," Li Anzhi said.
"And the result?"
That question came from someone in the crowd, and at the same time, every pair of eyes fixed upon Li Anzhi.
They all wanted to know who was stronger — Li Anzhi or the son of Chu Xuanyuan.
True, the title "son of Chu Xuanyuan" was dazzling and brilliant, carrying immense prestige.
But Li Anzhi's title as one of the Ten Stars of Zuwu was a genuine symbol of real power.
Who between them was stronger? It was truly hard to say.
If forced to guess, most people would actually bet on Li Anzhi being the stronger one.
After all, Chu Feng had once carried the label of a crippled waste who couldn't cultivate.
"I lost," Li Anzhi said.
As he spoke those words, his expression was visibly uncomfortable, and inside his sleeves, his fists clenched unconsciously.
As a genius who had lived his entire life under the admiring gazes of others, Li Anzhi was deeply proud.
Yet, for all his pride, he was not hypocritical. A loss was a loss — he did not hide the result, nor did he belittle Chu Feng.
When the outcome was revealed, the crowd's reaction was one of bewilderment.
Even Li Anzhi had been defeated. This shattered the impression of Chu Feng they had held in their minds.
Could it be that the so-called waste had truly risen?
In that moment, waves of shock surged through every heart.
But most of them silently committed the name "Chu Feng" to memory, telling themselves that unless absolutely necessary, they should avoid provoking this fellow.
After all, this was someone who had defeated even Li Anzhi.
"Hmph — to think you lost to a waste like that. Li Anzhi, it seems you're nothing special after all."
"This generation's Ten Stars of Zuwu really can't compare to ours."
But just then, Pu Yanghan let out a cold laugh.
At the same time, a mocking curve appeared at the corner of Pu Yangqi's lips.
They did not become any more wary of Chu Feng simply because Li Anzhi had lost to him.
In their firm conviction, Li Anzhi was simply not on their level.
"Suit yourselves," Li Anzhi replied with an indifferent smile.
In truth, he hadn't put much stock in these two either. If even he was no match for Chu Feng, then these two going to stir up trouble with him — in his view — was simply seeking death.
He had offered the warning out of goodwill, but he never expected them to be so dismissive.
So Li Anzhi couldn't be bothered to say more.
"You still have time to stand around chatting — or have none of you any interest in the rankings that are about to follow?"