A desolate stretch of void.
Only after Di Feng deemed the place safe did he stop.
"Third Brother, why did we run?!"
As the escaping light faded, Di Ping was furious.
The four clansmen who had followed close behind said nothing, but the confusion and pent-up resentment in their eyes were plain to see.
Bound by their low status, they did not dare comment carelessly on the matter.
"Because I'm no match for him." Di Feng glanced at Di Ping expressionlessly.
"Impossible! That man only has some skill in formations. If he truly had the strength to crush us, why would he waste time talking to us?"
Di Ping rejected the notion without hesitation.
If she were in his position, she would never waste another word on the weak.
"Formations? You still think what he used was merely a method of the Dao of formations? What gave you the nerve to attack!
"At least one of his Soaring Divine Abilities has reached perfection and formed a Dao Fruit. That Dao Fruit is, at the very least, already unafraid of the Solar Truefire wielded by the few of us.
"You, honestly... I never should have let you come out with me. Arrogant, conceited, utterly unaware of the height of heaven and the depth of earth!"
Irritation flashed in Di Feng's eyes, and he could not help raising his voice.
"I'm arrogant?" Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Di Ping's voice abruptly rose. "Third Brother, no wonder some of our brothers and sisters in the clan look down on you!
"Even taking ten thousand steps back, even if we truly aren't his match—
"We still have our trump cards. Not to mention the several precious treasures you and I carry, we also have our bloodline divine abilities.
"Even if