"Brat, don't be so cocky!" Chen Pu, the elder from Penglai shouted.
"Haha…" Zhu Chengkun laughed loudly as he transformed into a dark red bird. He stared fixedly at Chu Feng, shrouded in black mist and with flames flowing around him.
"You're cutting off your own path for survival," E'hai said with a cold voice, his long dense hair hanging behind him.
Chu Feng's words just now had targeted all of them. He had claimed that he would take all of them on by himself; this made all of them reveal cold smiles as if they were looking at a dead person.
In the distance, the sea was like a gigantic piece of sapphire. It was boundless, waveless, and tranquil.
Nearby, killing intent surged on this grassland in the middle of the bamboo grove. A bloody conflict was imminent.
Chu Feng stood there alone, facing off against many powerful carefree realm experts. He had put away his dark red spear and calmly drawn his bronze sword.
