"Your provocation just now made me furious. I'll make you regret ever being born into this world!" The square-faced man let out a sinister chuckle. As he spoke, he opened his mouth wide and spat out a purple hammer wreathed in black qi. A ghastly white skull adorned its head. Its eye sockets weren't empty black holes; they seemed to hold a consciousness of their own, and just looking at them sent chills through you.
"The Purple Kite Skull Hammer!" The instant the purple hammer appeared, one of the Golden Core cultivators watching the battle near the Marquis of Suppression's estate couldn't help crying out in alarm. His feet even retreated a few steps against his will.
Cao Kun's expression turned grim. He had spent a long time in Woundless City. Though his cultivation was weak, he was well informed, and he had heard of Dou Fenghu, the man famed for the Purple Kite Skull Hammer. No one knew Dou Fenghu's original name. All people knew was that whenever he fought, he was like a mad tiger. He had killed ninth-tier demonic beasts and Golden Core Late Stage cultivators of his own rank. He spent most of his time in the Black Sky Mountains and rarely came to Woundless City, partly because his hands were stained with blood and he had many enemies. But more than his secretive movements and mastery of disguise, it was his peerless strength that made him so feared.
If Cao Kun had known the man before him was the notorious Dou Fenghu, he would have tried to persuade the black-clad man to back down. But Dou Fenghu had already attacked, and it was too late for words. All he could do was pray that the black-clad man was just as formidable. Otherwise, the Marquis's estate