"Zhang Feng!!"

Qin Huan's scream was as if she was watching Zhang Feng spit blood, being knocked back and falling to the ground.

She hurriedly wanted to rush forward to offer some warmth to Zhang Feng.

However... she had just taken two anxious steps forward.

And then stopped.

Indeed, someone was knocked back and flew out.

But it wasn't Zhang Feng who was knocked back, it was the Evil Cultivator who attacked Zhang Feng.

The Evil Cultivator's powerful blow struck heavily on Zhang Feng's chest.

But the golden light surrounding Zhang Feng trembled slightly... and that was it.

Instead, it was the Evil Cultivator.

As if he punched the sun itself.

The intense pain on his hand and a strong, scorching counterforce sent him spinning 720 degrees in the air, flying backward.

"Boom!" he unexpectedly crashed steadily on the pyramid's golden top!

The base of the pyramid altar had slides for adjusting its position easily.

Once adjusted to the right position, it would be secured with a firm lock.

But right now.

The tremendous impact instantly shattered the lock.

The entire pyramid lost its stability and quickly slid back.

"Clang!" It hit the wall of the building and finally stopped.

"Ugh..." a painful sound escaped from the Evil Cultivator's mouth.

But, even with such a massive force, he surprisingly didn't spit blood.

He sure is resilient!

But Zhang Feng, who stood motionless on the spot, had a look of surprise in his eyes and instinctively said:

"That's it?!"

This amazingly resilient Evil Cultivator, who didn't spit blood even after such a massive impact, finally stabilized his breath and then heard these two words from Zhang Feng?

Oh no.

His face turned white instantly:

"Pfft—" a mouthful of blood from his heart was spat out.

Even Qin Huan, who initially wanted to rush in to save Zhang Feng, couldn't help but twitch her mouth after hearing those two words.

You took it like a champ; why did you have to taunt him?

Really.....

But Zhang Feng wasn't mocking.

He was genuinely surprised.

He had all sorts of guesses before facing the Evil Cultivator.

What was the real strength of this Evil Cultivator!

Was his current level of strength enough to match the Evil Cultivator?

Or, when it really came down to a fight, what should he do if he couldn't win?

Should he consider self-destructing to take down the Evil Cultivator with him?

Yeah....

Zhang Feng had already imagined this Evil Cultivator to be extremely powerful.

But the result, standing here against a powerful blow with the Golden Light Spell.

He remained unaffected.

The Evil Cultivator was knocked away instead.

Damn it, seriously....

Why does it feel a bit disappointing?

Actually, Zhang Feng overlooked one issue.

The "going mad" incident earlier.

It restored the Inner Qi of his Dantian to forty percent.

From the previous thirty percent, it's not just a mere ten percent increase.

As training progresses, it gets increasingly difficult and requires more Inner Qi.

Similarly.

Zhang Feng's recovery of strength follows the same logic.

Although recovering from thirty to forty percent is a ten percent increase.

It's fundamentally different from the initial ten percent!

Going from thirty to forty percent essentially doubled his strength!

If he hadn't gone through the "going mad" moment, maybe today he could at least have a fifty-fifty chance against the Evil Cultivator.

But right now....

"Sigh..."

Zhang Feng sighed somewhat helplessly, then lifted his head to the Evil Cultivator leaning against the pyramid's golden top and gasping heavily:

"If this is all the power you have... you should just surrender, I'm too lazy to fight with you."

What does "too lazy to fight with me" mean?

The Evil Cultivator's face turned white again, as if he was about to spit the old blood out again.

The Evil Cultivator looked at how young Zhang Feng appeared.

Even if he practiced cultivation like him, dealing with this and that, how much power could he have?

Come on, he had lived for a couple of centuries, didn't even know how many bodies he had changed.

His cultivation was already out of this world.

And this young man, damn!

What right did he have to show off in front of him?

Shouldn't he just be easily defeated?

But...

The dreams are promising, the reality is harsh.

Why, why?!

How could he be so strong, so young?!

The Evil Cultivator was already collapsing, hearing "That's it" once, "too lazy to fight with you" next.

He was trampling on his dignity!

How could he do this?

Sob sob sob....

The Evil Cultivator was about to cry.

Yet, he wanted to eliminate Zhang Feng, who was so arrogantly bullying him!

But!

He wasn't even a match for Zhang Feng!

Although he hadn't used all his strength in his earlier strike.

It was at least seventy to eighty percent of his power.

But Zhang Feng was just standing there.

Did nothing, and he was sent flying away.

The terrifying golden light, what was it?

Its presence alone was intimidating.

Clearly, he wasn't a match for Zhang Feng!

Even if I gave it my all, could I shake him a little?

So, it's wise to avoid immediate losses!

Keep the green hills, don't worry about firewood!

"Kekekeke!" that evil villainous laughter came from his mouth again.

Wasn't he already scared?

Why was he laughing so happily at this moment?

Propelled by the altar, the Evil Cultivator stood up from the pyramid's golden top.

Looking down at Zhang Feng, he spread his arms again, his clothes billowing without wind once more!

"Kid!"

The voice was utterly contemptuous!

Especially that look, really like staring at an ant.

This state left Zhang Feng stunned for a moment!

He thought: "No way, he's so weak yet so arrogant? Who's spoiled him like this?"

And Qin Huan, standing behind Zhang Feng, grew alert once more.

Her heart clenched for Zhang Feng: "Is he going to unleash a big move? Can Zhang Feng withstand it?"

"You're the first to force me to use this move!"

The Evil Cultivator's voice did carry a bit of that expert's aura.

Zhang Feng's eyebrow raised slightly.

His right hand began to form a seal, ready to counteract a strong attack at any moment!

As the air currents around the Evil Cultivator became increasingly agitated!

"Thud!" with a muffled sound, the Evil Cultivator leaped from the golden top instantly!

Wrapped in a chilling current.

"Bang!" directly smashed through the building's transparent glass ceiling, soaring into the sky!

Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng couldn't help but twitch his mouth and eyes heavily.

Qin Huan, standing behind Zhang Feng, looked up at the big hole in the ceiling, dazed.

Then absentmindedly said:

"Wow! He jumped so high!"

Qin Huan's words again made Zhang Feng's mouth and eye twitch, and an unexpressive gleam showed in his pupils.

But soon, Qin Huan seemed to realize something, turned sharply to Zhang Feng, and exclaimed:

"No way!"

"He seems to have run away!"

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