At this moment, Chu Feng's gaze grew solemn.
The other party should have already known that he possessed the cultivation of a second-grade Martial Immortal.
Yet he remained this arrogant — which meant his strength was very likely above Chu Feng's own.
At the very least, he would not be weaker.
"You're Wuma Shengjie, aren't you?" Chu Feng asked.
On his way here, Chu Feng had heard people constantly mentioning one person — Wuma Shengjie of the Wuma Heavenly Clan.
The members of the Wuma Heavenly Clan had once been in a dire situation within the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm, not unlike the Chu Heavenly Clan.
It was Wuma Shengjie who, single-handedly, had led the Wuma Heavenly Clan into the main domain of the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm.
And the Wuma Heavenly Clan members who had surrounded him earlier, though their auras had been imposing, were actually quite weak in strength. Even if they were somewhat stronger than the Chu Heavenly Clan's members, the difference was not significant.
Now that Chu Feng had already revealed his strength, the other party still refused to take him seriously.
Chu Feng deduced that only one person in the Wuma Heavenly Clan could possess such confidence — and that person was none other than the legendary peerless genius, Wuma Shengjie.
"Since you've heard of me, yet still refuse to retreat in the face of difficulty — it seems you're tired of living," a voice echoed once more from within the palace.
Simultaneously, a figure slowly walked out from the palace.
This person wore the same attire as the other Wuma Heavenly Clan members, with the exception of a hat on his head.
The hat was not torn, yet for some reason, it looked tattered and ragged. In short, it was very ugly.
And this person's appearance was even more peculiar. It wasn't exactly that he was ugly — rather, he gave off a deeply uncomfortable impression. His skin was yellow — a waxy, sickly yellow, as though he were malnourished.
But if that were all, it might have been tolerable. The problem was that his face was covered in spots, like fly droppings splattered across every inch of his skin.
In short, this person looked filthy, and the sight of him left one feeling quite unsettled.
"You're Wuma Shengjie?" Chu Feng asked.
In truth, even without the other party confirming it, Chu Feng already knew this had to be the Wuma Heavenly Clan's peerless genius, Wuma Shengjie.
But Chu Feng still couldn't help asking — not for any other reason, simply because this "peerless genius" looked nothing like the prodigies Chu Feng had encountered before.
After all, most geniuses, even if not strikingly handsome, at least carried themselves with a certain air of distinction, possessing a presence that ordinary people simply did not have.
But this one before him was far too ordinary. No — calling him ordinary was being generous. He truly had neither looks nor bearing. If one wanted to call him "unique," he was still far less interesting than Wang Qiang.
He truly had nothing going for him. Placed in a crowd, no one would spare him a single glance — they would simply move away from him.
However, one thing caught Chu Feng slightly off guard.
If it had been anyone else, Chu Feng asking such an obvious question would have provoked anger. But Wuma Shengjie did not grow angry at all.