The Mountain of White Snake had turned into a world of chaos. The fruit had ripened, and so began the fierce fight for the great cone.
Silver Wing and the Vajra were meters within the tree, but their hands were tied up by the blows that were constantly exchanged between the two.
All the contestants were itching to crash through the mountain pass and charge at the verdant tree; but to procure the purple cone was only possible after passing the two jostling mutants who were both bestial to say the least.
Who dared to contend for it? No-one was a match for the two.
Chu Feng had set off on his way too, but he was not going to contend for the fruit yet. He headed for a mountain that protruded in the horizon. His target was Mu. He wanted the personal resentment between them to settle once and for all.
When people from the crowd noticed him, a spontaneous look of astonishment and awe emerged immediately.
