The Native Was Mine to Kill at a Flick of My Hand, the Arrogant Son of Heaven

Feng Wutian took a deep breath before turning to Feng Duyu. "That's why I wanted you to come back, Xiao Yu."

Feng Duyu slowly raised his eyelids and spat coldly, "He's just a petty native. Not worth mentioning."

"Once the Immortal Seeking Assembly is over, we'll personally descend to the Archaic Desolate Realm."

"When the time comes, we'll twist off his head to honor Xiao Jun's spirit in heaven."

"With those words from you, I can finally rest easy," Feng Wutian said heartily.

"Mm." Feng Duyu answered before continuing toward the clan.

To him, Chen Wen truly was not worth keeping in mind.

How could ordinary people possibly comprehend the strength of a Son of Heaven?

As for killing Chen Wen, it would truly be no more than a lift of his hand.

The same situation was playing out in the Heavenly Ruins Hall.

Yet regarding Chen Wen, Zhao Xuan, also a Son of Heaven, merely said indifferently that once the Immortal Seeking Assembly began, Chen Wen would surely die.

At that, Zhao Qingchen said "good" three times in succession.

One had to know that Chen Wen had nearly killed Zhao Guanlong right before his eyes.

That hatred had directly drowned all his reason.

If not for the Sound Transmission Token separating them, he feared he would have long since torn Chen Wen into scraps, even with the Kill Order's restraints.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

As the various powers successively welcomed back their disciples, Chen Wen once again arrived in the Xuantian Small World.

After giving it some thought, he still contacted Liu Piaopiao at once.

"You're here?" Liu Piaopiao asked instinctively.

Chen Wen nodded. "I just arrived."

"I knew you wouldn't give up." Liu Piaopiao let out a wistful sigh.

Chen Wen did not