Clearly, realizing that the situation was beyond his control, Shangguan Hong ran away.
But before leaving, he still left them with a final remark.
"Fellow Daoist Wu Feng, just you wait. You may be able to deal with me now, but my master can definitely kill you. You won't have many good days left."
Wu Feng dismissed the small world, and the cultivators present had all heard Shangguan Hong's final threat. They were astonished.
"I've never heard that Shangguan Hong had a master. Isn't he a rogue cultivator?"
"Who knows? Maybe he was just making a threat to save some face. After all, he suffered a huge loss this time. Even his personal magic treasure was taken from him."
After Wu Feng dismissed the small world, everyone looked at him ingratiatingly.
Wu Feng ignored them and instead walked up to Wu. Looking at him indifferently, he said, "You really know how to steal the show."
Wu was a little more talkative with Wu Feng. He replied, "Whether you steal the show depends on your cultivation. If your cultivation were higher than mine, you could steal the show too. Otherwise, you'll end up like that Shangguan Hong just now, losing all face."
"What? His cultivation is actually higher than Wu Feng's?"
After hearing this, the cultivators could hardly believe it. Their gazes toward Wu changed from apprehension to fear.
Most of the cultivators present even fled directly on beams of light.
Wu Feng's cultivation had already shocked everyone. Yet Wu's cultivation was even higher. Moreover, Wu Feng was relatively benevolent and had not killed Shangguan Hong, whereas Wu casually stripped people of their cultivation.
For cultivators, having their cultivation completely stripped away was even more unbearable than being killed.
For a cultivator to reach a certain level, they would inevitably have