Shifting Disaster Eastward

Wei Yantao's eyes were no longer merely wide—they were practically bulging straight out.

Zhu Zixiang of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect was roughly on par with Dong Xiuzhi in cultivation and also wielded a Mid-grade Spirit Artifact. The cultivation technique he practiced was superior to Dong Xiuzhi's, yet Wu Yongzhao had still beaten him like a dog.

Chen Fei had slain Dong Xiuzhi with two strikes of his sword. Compared to Wu Yongzhao, his strength was already nearly equal. Even if there was a gap, he was at most a fraction inferior.

One had to know that Wu Yongzhao was only a single step away from breaking into the Mid-stage Aperture Refining Realm, and he wielded a top-grade Spirit Artifact. Ordinary Early Stage Aperture Refining Realm cultivators could not even last a few moves before him.

Yet Chen Fei had displayed just such shocking combat power.

He had clearly broken through only around two years ago. How had Chen Fei's two years seemed as though twenty years had passed?

"Wait for me a little longer."

Chen Fei's figure flickered as he charged toward Ning Yongfei. Since Dong Xiuzhi had already been killed, Ning Yongfei naturally could not be spared either. Only then could all the blame be thrown onto the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect in the end.

Feng Xiupu watched Chen Fei's receding back. He had wanted to remind him to be careful, but recalling the combat power Chen Fei had just displayed, how could Chen Fei possibly need to be cautious against Ning Yongfei, who was far inferior to Dong Xiuzhi?

The one who should be careful could only be Ning Yongfei.

Ning Yongfei stepped onto a boulder, his figure drifting elegantly through the air. Suddenly, his heart stirred. He looked up ahead and happened to see a figure