Huo Feiyun stumbled back several steps before regaining his balance.
The sudden appearance of the Nether Son had startled him.
"I didn't expect you'd covet the Pig-Riding Maiden's treasure too, Daoist friend." Huo Feiyun forced a smile.
He'd never seen the Nether Son fight, but this was the disciple of the legendary Nether Lord. His strength had to be terrifying.
Across the Thirty-Three Heavens, many people compared him to Dao Wushuang and the War King.
Huo Feiyun was very confident in his own strength, but only when compared with other prodigies of his level. The likes of the War King and the Nether Son were in a completely different league. At least he had enough self-awareness to know that.
In the distance, Yin Wing and the others had been furious, but when they saw Huo Feiyun fail to get what he wanted too, smiles spread across their faces. They felt a surge of satisfaction.
They simply stopped fighting and stood there to watch the show.
"Since you want her, Daoist friend, I'll let you have her. I just remembered I have something to take care of, so I'll be off." Huo Feiyun spoke rapidly, then turned to leave.
It wasn't that he was a coward. He simply knew his own limits and saw things clearly: no matter how strong he was, he couldn't outmatch the Nether Son.
If he couldn't win, then the best thing to do was retreat.
But as he turned, a terrifying aura like that of a primordial beast suddenly pressed down on his shoulders.
With a thud, Huo Feiyun was caught completely off guard and forced to his knees. His back bent, and his head slammed hard against the ground.
Huo Feiyun was stunned.
He'd been willing to leave, so why had the Nether Son still