"Is that the new prodigy of the Divine Body Heavenly Mansion?"
"Wang Qiang!!!"
While it was Chu Feng who had gained the most fame at the Summit of the Nine Heavens, he was not the only one who had been remembered. Wang Qiang was the most memorable among the others.
So after the Summit of the Nine Heavens, many people knew that Chu Feng had a brother — a man who dressed scandalously and wasn't much to look at.
But he was a member of the Divine Body Heavenly Mansion, and his strength was extraordinary.
He had even been one of the few who were personally invited.
"Wang Qiang, right?"
"What's this — Chu Feng doesn't dare come, so you're here to suffer in his place?" Baili Zilin asked.
"My brother's a busy man. He said someone like you — some random stray cat or dog — isn't worth his time."
"But I've got nothing better to do, so I fig… figure I might as well come and deal with you while I'm at it."
Wang Qiang spoke as he strode through the air, heading toward the fighting stage.
The crowd parted to either side, clearing a straight path for him without being asked.
But Baili Zilin waved his hand dismissively. "Leave. You're not worthy of fighting me."
"Oh?"
Wang Qiang narrowed his eyes slightly, a smile spreading across his face that no one in the crowd could decipher.
Then, in a flash, he vanished from where he stood.
An instant later, a deafening boom erupted from the fighting stage.
Powerful auras and shockwaves swept outward simultaneously.
The expressions of every True God realm expert in attendance shifted.
Wang Qiang's aura had reached the First Level of the True God realm.
He had thrown a punch straight at Baili Zilin, but Baili Zilin simply tilted his head slightly, and the blow sailed past him.
What did that mean?
Everyone understood perfectly.
Both Wang Qiang and Baili Zilin had reached the True God realm.
Young generation cultivators in the True God realm — such power was unheard of!!!
"You've actually stepped into the True God realm?"
Baili Zilin stared at Wang Qiang, undisguised surprise in his eyes. But he showed no trace of panic. If anything, the slight curl at the corner of his lips made him look excited.
As for Wang Qiang, his punch had missed, and he should have followed up with another attack. But he didn't. Instead, he pulled his fist back.
"Your… your daddy here hasn't just stepped into the True God realm. If you don't want a beating, apologize right now and I'll let you go," Wang Qiang said.
"You really have no manners."
"I think it's time I taught you a lesson," Baili Zilin said.
"Oh? You're gonna teach your daddy a lesson?"
"I'm beg… begging you, please. Hurry up, I'm seriously begging you — teach your daddy a lesson right now. The best you can do would be to beat your daddy to death."
Wang Qiang had his mouth stretched into a wide grin as he made faces and batted his eyebrows.
Even the onlookers felt he was being too outrageous.
But nobody said a word.
A First Level True God had every right to be arrogant.
"You really are quite insufferable."
"Very well then. I'll grant your wish."
The moment Baili Zilin finished speaking, he lashed out with a backhand slap aimed straight at Wang Qiang's cheek.
Wang Qiang stepped back casually, dodging it with ease.
"What's the matter? Young man's age, old man's body — why are your movements so slo… slo… slo… so slow?"
"Let me clarify — that slow wasn't a stutter. I did it on purpose."
As he said this, Wang Qiang made a point of sweeping his gaze across the crowd.
Baili Zilin froze for a brief moment, then said nothing and launched another attack at Wang Qiang.
But every strike was dodged, not a single one able to so much as graze him.
"Zi… Zilin, let me ask you something. Tell me the truth — you're not actually from the Hell Sect, are you?"
The question left everyone confused.
Until the next sentence came.
"You're from the Turtle Sect, aren't you? This is Turtle Fist, right? Otherwise why is it so slo… slo… slo… so slow?"
Wang Qiang's feet were dancing as he kept dodging, and his mouth never stopped moving either.
"Damn it — isn't this guy supposed to be a stutterer? How does he curse so fluently?"
The Hell Sect members watching from the sidelines were gnashing their teeth.
After all, aside from the people from the Ancient Sect, Baili Zilin still held an extremely lofty position in their hearts.
Baili Zilin usually wore an air of effortless elegance, but the subtle shifts in his expression betrayed the fact that he was being provoked.
Lies didn't bother him. But the truth cut deep.