Swish— Suddenly, Jiang Yuantai swung his long spear, directly hurling Chu Feng from high in the sky down to the ground.
BOOM— The tremendous impact carved out a super-sized crater resembling a deep valley in the earth's surface.
And Chu Feng lay there like a lump of minced flesh, completely motionless.
But even so, Jiang Yuantai did not let Chu Feng off.
He flew down from the sky, pointing his long spear at Chu Feng while planting one foot on top of him.
This action was precisely the one from the prophecy — the very thing Chu Feng was supposed to do to him.
"Chu Feng, so this is all you amount to."
"I gave you the chance, but you were simply too useless."
"Originally, those master-friends of yours could have escaped disaster because of you."
"But thanks to your incompetence, they now have to wait for death just like you."
After finishing those words, Jiang Yuantai finally stepped back.
But as he turned to leave, he threw his head back and laughed toward the sky.
"So this is what prophecy amounts to."
"The one from the prophecy has been defeated by this young master."
"I'd like to see who in the Eastern Domain can still stop my Pill Dao Immortal Sect!!!"
His words were meant for everyone present to hear.
His words were arrogant beyond measure.
Yet no one dared to retort, because every last person from the Nine Soul Heavenly River present was nothing more than a prisoner awaiting death.
They had no strength to fight back.
Suddenly, Chu Feng's body floated into the air.
It was Sima Xiangtu who had grabbed him from a distance and pulled him over.
"So you're still conscious. Why didn't you make a single sound?"
"Because of your defeat, have you lost your will?"
Looking at the blood-soaked, flesh-bloody Chu Feng, Sima Xiangtu let out a mocking laugh.
Then, with a sweep of his great sleeve, Chu Feng was sent tumbling straight into the Old Daoist Ox-Nose's arms.
"Zhuge Yuankong."
"See that? Even though your disciple's talent is so stunning — hailed as the number one genius in the entire Eastern Domain — when faced with the absolute top geniuses of the vast cultivation world, he still suffers such a thorough defeat."
"And the same goes for you."
"As once the most powerful Spirit World Master of the Holy Light Heavenly River, how magnificent you used to be."
"But now, all you can do is watch helplessly as your disciple endures such torment."
"Know why?"
"Because the both of you — you're simply too weak."
Sima Xiangtu wore a smile as he delivered those cutting words.
But the Old Daoist Ox-Nose ignored him, simply channeling barrier power to begin healing Chu Feng's injuries.
"Is there even any point in healing him?"
"He's a dead man walking anyway."
Sima Xiangtu remarked.
"All men die — why must you go on living?"
The Old Daoist Ox-Nose looked up and glanced at Sima Xiangtu.
"Hmph."
Seeing that expression on the Old Daoist's face, Sima Xiangtu's countenance immediately soured.
This was the one thing that annoyed him the most.
Back when he had been weaker than the Old Daoist Ox-Nose, he could tolerate it.
But now that he had clearly surpassed the Old Daoist — and surpassed him by an enormous margin at that — for the Old Daoist to still look at him with such contempt was insufferable.