How Disappointed Are You?
Amid the blazing blue flames, Feng Xuanzhi stood with his eyes slightly closed and his expression calm. The terrifying, scorching aura had no effect on him at all.
As the aura surged, he slowly opened his long, phoenix-shaped eyes. His handsome face now carried a hint of wicked charm.
At that moment, nearly everyone watched him with tears in their eyes, so overjoyed and overwhelmed that they could not speak.
Hong Liuyun and the others stood where they were, all of them ecstatic, murmuring their awe. No one could have imagined that Phoenix Nirvana—a technique with less than an ordinary chance of success even for someone at the seventh level of the Dark Flame Art—would truly let him turn certain death around through his own talent and strength.
When the disciples of the Feng clan saw him safe and sound, they were so overjoyed that tears streamed down their faces. They could not care less that they were losing their composure. Their lips trembled, but all they could manage was a quiet, tearful cry: "Senior Brother..."
Just moments ago, they had thought that their respected and admired senior brother, the most outstanding disciple of the Feng clan's younger generation, had truly fallen here!
The despair they had felt then was beyond words. No one could know how heartbroken they were, his fellow disciples and junior brothers.
But now, their pillar was back! He stood before them with even greater, utterly unassailable power. Only those who had experienced it could truly understand the joy of getting back what they had lost.
Feeling the movement behind him, Feng Xuanzhi's face softened into a gentle smile. In a warm, unhurried voice, he said, "Sorry for making everyone worry."
Bi Fan and the others smiled in relief. Even the tremendous