Han Feng's Secret Technique

Emerald-green flames surged upward, while the Sea Heart Flame cowered timidly, its flames even scattering somewhat.

"What?" Han Feng was startled at the sight. In a clash of Heavenly Flames, his Sea Heart Flame had actually fallen behind?

"Hmph, shatter for me."

With a cold snort, Lu Yunxiao's emerald-green Flame Longsword flared with might and severed the dark-blue trident down the middle.

Han Feng hurriedly dodged, but Lu Yunxiao was no slower. His sword swept sideways across Han Feng's chest, ripping a huge gash through his ornate alchemist's robe.

Immediately afterward, a whip kick struck him, sending him flying backward.

This stunned the entire crowd.

In a head-on confrontation, Han Feng had actually been the first to retreat in defeat?

"I knew it. How could the strength of a kid capable of founding the Cloud Sect and unifying the entire Jia Ma Empire possibly be weak?"

A smile appeared on Su Qian's aged face. Lu Yunxiao's performance had indeed impressed him somewhat, but it had not truly taken him by surprise.

As the master of a sect who had unified an entire nation, it was only natural for him to possess such strength.

It was just that, combined with the kid's age, it became rather terrifying.

He had truly never seen such talent before.

"What a heaven-sent genius." Su Qian could not help but praise him.

"Han Feng actually fell behind?" Unlike Su Qian's delight, the Golden-Silver Elders wore much uglier expressions.

The two of them together could contend against Su Qian, but if the battle truly dragged on until the end, they would still lose.

A Dou Zong was a Dou Zong, after all. They could not be compared to peak Dou Emperors.

Now that Han Feng had been forced back, the situation was far from favorable for them.