"Trash will always be trash. He went out for three days and came back like this. He might as well have died out there!"
"Hahaha! Brother Hu, do you think he hid outside the Magic Beast Mountain Range for three days, then came back putting on an act?"
"Definitely! With that useless look of his, he dared enter the Magic Beast Mountain Range? What a joke!"
Lin Feng raised his head and looked at Lin Hu.
His gaze was calm as water, but for some reason, Lin Hu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Then anger rose in him—what was he afraid of? He was just trash!
"What are you looking at?" Lin Hu stepped forward and pointed at Lin Feng's nose.
"You piece of trash, you still have the nerve to come back? Do you know you've disgraced the Lin Family? If I were you, I'd have smashed my head into a wall long ago. You still have the face to live?"
Lin Feng looked at him and suddenly smiled.
The smile was faint, carrying an indescribable meaning.
"Lin Hu," Lin Feng said softly, "three days ago, you were at the seventh stage of Dou Qi."
Lin Hu froze. "What do you mean?"
Lin Feng did not answer. He merely raised his hand and clenched his fist.
Three days.
Over those three days, he had eaten twelve first-rank magic beasts.
Iron-Backed Gray Wolves, Gale Magic Leopards, Rock Giant Lizards, Poison Spike Porcupines...
Every one of those magic beasts was equivalent to a human Dou Zhe.
Three days ago, any one of them could have taken his life.
But now, he was alive.
And those magic beasts had all gone into his stomach.
With every devouring, his strength increased a little.
The essence of those magic beasts' flesh and blood, their