Clearly, no one thought highly of this "native" from a "Lower Plane."
Facing all this, Chen Fei finally slowly raised his eyelids, his star-sea-deep eyes calmly fixing on the laughing Meng Hao Feng.
No words.
No roar.
Only an icy, bone-piercing killing intent, condensed to the utmost extreme, instantly locked onto Meng Hao Feng.
The entire clamorous Training Ground suddenly fell silent.
The laughter of all the spectators came to an abrupt halt.
Meng Hao Feng's wild laughter also stopped short, and his Scarlet Demonic Eyes suddenly constricted.
A nameless unease and irritation surged into his heart without warning.
"Hmph!"
A flash of anger and impatience at being provoked passed through Meng Hao Feng's Scarlet Demonic Eyes. He forcibly suppressed the strange feeling stirred within him by the sudden eruption of Chen Fei's frigid killing intent.
He was merely a lowly native from a Lower Plane, his aura mixed and impure. He had not even fully adapted his own power to the scouring of the laws of All Heavens and Myriad Worlds. What foundation could he possibly possess?
Meng Hao Feng slowly closed his eyes. The towering demonic flames around him and his bloody, savage aura did not recede; instead, like a star on the verge of eruption, they continued to build and brew, waiting for the instant the duel officially began.
Around the arena, the spectators from All Heavens and Myriad Worlds, each in wildly different forms, began discussing again after their initial shock and silence.
"Tsk, that native's killing intent was quite something just now."
"He's only putting on a show. Look, Meng Hao Feng wasn't affected in the slightest."
"I bet on Meng Hao Feng to win. Looks like I'm making a fortune."
"Haha, same bet, same bet."
Although the cold killing intent Chen Fei had revealed