"So powerful! This person must have hidden his strength." Someone exclaimed. Chen Feng's performance made those monks who originally looked down on him no longer dare to underestimate him.
"What a good trick of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. You were able to hide your cultivation of the middle stage of Mahayana to the middle stage of Tribulation Crossing, and even I didn't notice it." A powerful man in the late stage of Mahayana looked at Chen Feng with complicated eyes, and there was a hint of greed in his eyes.
Chen Feng's method of concealing his cultivation level was enough to attract those late Mahayana cultivators who usually looked down on others.
Chen Feng frowned, thinking to himself that something was not good.
After all, he was a ten-thousand-year-old monster in his previous life, so he naturally understood the appeal of a profound concealment method to the late Mahayana. However, now that they had already speculated, it was too late to say anything.
Faintly, Chen Feng had already felt several powerful auras locking onto him, making him feel as if a thorn in his back was on his side.
All of these auras were from late Mahayana cultivators. If they attacked together, Chen Feng would either have to use the formation flags to set up the Saint-killing formation to kill them all, or hide in the Tiandan Immortal Mansion in disgrace. But at this moment, neither of these two choices was something Chen Feng was willing to face.
"Boy, try to take my punch again!" At this moment, Luo Batian moved again.
His first punch was blocked by Chen Feng, which made him look very embarrassed, especially in front of the newly recruited members of the Tyrant Alliance, which made Luo Batian feel that he had lost all face.
So, he attacked again, and a punch that was even more ferocious than the previous one flew towards him, like a meteorite about to fall, and the whole body was filled with a heart-pounding heat.
Just when Luo Batian's second punch came, Chen Feng's heart suddenly moved and an idea came to his mind.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, a cold smile appeared on Chen Feng's face.
"Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being ruthless to your men." Chen Feng said ferociously, his voice was like a rumbling thunder, exploding in the ears of every cultivator present.
"Could it be that he didn't try his best just now?" Many greedy monks felt a stir in their hearts, but their eager hearts were temporarily suppressed.
Amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from Chen Feng's body. Even those powerful men in the late Mahayana stage were shocked by this aura.
What a powerful aura! Could it be that this person is also a master in the late Mahayana stage
A group of strong men looked at each other, and the greed in their hearts was finally completely suppressed. They were waiting and watching. Once Chen Feng's next performance was not satisfactory, the greed would be rekindled in an instant.
A smile appeared on Chen Feng's lips.
He had been paying attention to the expressions of these strong men. When he saw them like this, he immediately knew that his plan was half successful.
The next moment, Chen Feng did not swing his fist as before, but instantly held the Sky-Breaking Sword in his hand, and a stream of fusion energy slowly flowed on the sword edge.
Since spiritual weapons can be stored inside the body for nurturing, Chen Feng's action did not arouse suspicion from others.
As soon as he had the Sky-Breaking Sword in his hand, Chen Feng's entire aura suddenly changed. An extremely sharp edge burst out from Chen Feng's body, and at a glance, his eyes seemed to hurt.
Next, Chen Feng, my Sky-Breaking Sword slashed out with a bang!
A shocking sword energy suddenly flew out, like an aurora that cuts through the sky, instantly submerging the rushing Luo Batian.
"What a sharp sword energy! This person's power is definitely not weaker than mine!" A powerful man in the late Mahayana stage was shocked and looked at Chen Feng with a strong sense of fear.
At the same time, more people in the late Mahayana stage were like this man, looking at Chen Feng with solemnity.
The sword light faded, leaving only the sharp edge in the sky.
In the sharp edge, Luo Batian's body was hunched up, with countless wounds all over his body. His aura was dim, like a dying old man. It was obvious how badly Chen Feng's sword had hurt him.
"You and I have never met before, and we don't have any deep hatred, so I will let you go this time. And Liu Qian, you have been targeting me in every way before, and it was impossible for me to join the Chaotian Sect smoothly. I will never forget this." Chen Feng said the last sentence to Liu Qian, who had already been scared silly.
Perhaps it was because Liu Qian was an extremely conceited person. When he heard Chen Feng's warning words, the astonishment on Liu Qian's face disappeared, replaced by endless anger: "Chen Feng, don't think that you can yell in front of me just because you are stronger than me. No one in the inner sect dares to mess with my uncle's family. Believe it or not, I can prevent you from entering Chaotian Sect forever!"
"Snapped-"
Before Liu Qian finished speaking, he suddenly felt a burning pain on his face. The next moment, he felt his body lighten. It turned out that Chen Feng had come to his side without him knowing when, and was holding him by the collar.
Chen Feng's face was icy cold, his eyes gleaming with cold light: "If you didn't have a good uncle, you would have died countless times by now!"
Liu Qian was stunned.
For the first time, he felt death was so close to him.
Chen Feng's cold eyes and chilling words made Liu Qian feel palpitations. At this moment, he no longer doubted Chen Feng's words. He knew that if he provoked Chen Feng again, Chen Feng would definitely not hold back.
"Chen Feng, don't kill me!" In a panic, Liu Qian no longer cared about his face. He begged hoarsely while kicking his limbs, trying hard to struggle out of Chen Feng's hands.
"That's all you can do!" Chen Feng sneered, threw Liu Qian to the ground, and ignored him.
Then, Chen Feng looked around with a cold gaze, and countless cultivators could not help but lower their heads. Only those cultivators in the late Mahayana stage dared to look at Chen Feng. However, at this moment, the greed in their eyes had long been hidden by them, and some cultivators in the late Mahayana stage even smiled at Chen Feng kindly.
This is how the world is. When you are weak, others will bully and oppress you. But when you are strong, those who originally wanted to bully and oppress you will come to praise you and make friends with you. Chen Feng had seen through all this after thousands of years of cultivation in his previous life.
"Everyone, see you later!" Chen Feng stopped talking nonsense, clasped his fists to everyone, and walked towards the depths of the forest without looking back. The monks who passed by made way for him one after another.
Not until Chen Feng's figure disappeared into the depths of the forest did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Even the powerful ones in the late Mahayana stage had to admit that the pressure from Chen Feng just now was too great for them.
Only Liu Qian looked at Chen Feng's departing back with resentful eyes, gritting his teeth, and remained silent for a long time.