As the two looked around, a man in black stood atop a towering tree.
He wore a cloak and a black hood, looking exactly like Qin Feng from before.
"Young Feng, stop joking around. You've already beaten me into this state."
Zhao Wuji looked at the black-hooded figure in the tree and spoke with a wronged expression.
That fight against Qin Feng had been utterly stifling. He clearly had the strength to crush the other party to death in an instant, yet Qin Feng was as slippery as a loach and impossible to catch. Instead, Zhao Wuji had been bitten back several times.
"No, that isn't Young Feng."
Flender's expression suddenly grew solemn.
Whether it was his aura or build, the man above did not resemble Young Feng. This man was burly and gave off an inexplicable pressure.
"Zhao Wuji, come with me."
As the voice fell, the shadow vanished from where he stood.
Zhao Wuji and Flender exchanged a glance, then chased after him.
They wanted to know what this shadow had come here for.
A few breaths later, the shadow stopped atop a broken tree.
"May I ask what business this senior has here?"
Flender had already seen that the person before them far surpassed them and was definitely not Young Feng.
Although Qin Feng's Spirit Rings and speed were freakish, his Soul Power was still only at the Soul Grandmaster level. No matter how strong he was, he would not give off this faint yet looming sense of danger.
"Me? Of course I came to challenge the Immovable Bright King. I also want to experience what it feels like to beat someone without using Soul Power."
The man's voice carried a trace of amusement.
The same place, the same people. The only difference was the hammer, and