At Feng Kai's jeers,
Shen Feng's face remained calm, as befitting the youngest Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm, his emotions would naturally not be easily revealed.
But he was not someone who tolerated others easily, as, in the Immortal Realm, repeated tolerance would only lead other cultivators to overstep their bounds even further.
Therefore, he adhered to a principle in the Immortal Realm: if you don't agree, fight!
He never knew what it meant to bow his head, even in the face of certain death, he had never begged anyone for mercy.
In his eyes, Feng Kai was no different from an ant, and he genuinely found it hard to be interested in lifting a finger against such unworthy adversaries.
"If I were a trash picker, then faced with such a huge pile of trash before me, I wouldn't turn a blind eye," Shen Feng said calmly.
Feng Kai was slightly startled.
