Who Do You Think You Are?

Who did someone like you think he was, daring to let others call him a Saint Master?

Watching Sheng Xizhou get swept flying by Chen Fei's sword, Fei Boyong sensed his Aura; though it had not reached the point of heavy injury, it was not far off.

Fei Boyong's scalp went numb. While cursing Sheng Xizhou inwardly for being useless—his reputation so terrifyingly grand, yet in the end, his fighting result was only somewhat better than his own—he buried his head and flew forward with all his might.

In this desolate wilderness, being able to run into a blockhead like Sheng Xizhou was already rare enough. Fei Boyong did not expect to meet another blockhead who would step forward to fight after being provoked with just a few words.

Right now, Fei Boyong only hoped Sheng Xizhou could hold on for just a little longer, so he could run a little farther.

Though Fei Boyong had been cursing Sheng Xizhou inwardly for being useless just now, he knew Sheng Xizhou's strength was absolutely not weak. If he faced Sheng Xizhou one-on-one, the one beaten until he fled in panic would definitely be him.

But merely being stronger than him was useless. He had to be stronger than that freak!

Above the lake, the Domain Suppression Talent inside Chen Fei glowed. Sheng Xizhou's body was somewhat tougher than Chen Fei had expected; even with such a sword strike, it had only forcibly broken through Sheng Xizhou's defense.

And that was with Chen Fei forcibly smelting Sheng Xizhou's power. If he had relied solely on himself, the two of them would likely have fallen into a war of attrition in the end, to see whose foundation was deeper.

Blinding light flowed over the Qian Yuan Sword. In that clash just now, Chen