"I watched Kuang Xingfeng's battle. It won't be that easy," Hua Zhicun said tactfully after some thought.
Chen Fei had only just broken through, yet he already possessed such momentum. He truly deserved the title of prodigy.
According to the original plan, continuing to open a betting pool between Chen Fei and Mo Qibing should have brought in a tidy profit.
But news of Kuang Xingfeng fighting across ranks had spread like wildfire, and Kuang Xingfeng was clearly using this battle to press Chen Fei beneath him.
Everyone could understand if Chen Fei chose not to respond to Kuang Xingfeng. After all, the difference in their cultivation time amounted to several hundred years.
It was perfectly normal for him to fall short. If he could match him, that would be truly monstrous.
But if he did not respond, yet conspicuously set up a betting pool to challenge Mo Qibing, it would seem rather strange.
The challenge itself was naturally fine, since it was for the sake of obtaining a better cultivation environment. But challenging someone while also setting up a betting pool gave off an odd impression.
Of course, if he did not care about what others thought, then there was nothing wrong with it.
From a practical standpoint, he should simply cast aside Kuang Xingfeng's influence and focus on doing his own things.
Moreover, Chen Fei had only just broken through, yet he was challenging Mo Qibing, the number one Mid-stage Sun Moon Realm cultivator of the Tianhai Branch. That alone was already extraordinarily impressive.
If he could defeat Mo Qibing, Chen Fei's talent would be far greater than everyone had imagined.
"Brother Hua has seen it? Even better!" Chen Fei smiled faintly as his Divine Soul began to disintegrate.
Soul Dissolution!
The first layer of the three-layer limit-breaking