Losing All Face
Jiang Wen stared coldly at Bi Fan, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
"Brat, you actually dared bully my younger brother. Just wait—I'll make you pay."
Bi Fan merely curled his lip, looking utterly unconcerned. It was enough to make Jiang Wen seethe.
Jing Feng laughed. "Your good-for-nothing younger brother couldn't even beat a Registered Disciple of our Qingyang Sect. He might as well be dead."
At Jing Feng's words, all the North Xu Palace disciples flew into a rage.
Jiang Wen's face turned livid. "Jing Feng, you dared insult North Xu Palace. You're as good as dead."
"Oh, really? If you've got the guts, come bite me." Jing Feng lightly waved his jade fan, smiling as he spoke.
Dongfang Canglong said, "Big Brother Jing Feng, should we take them on?"
The North Xu Palace disciples were fairly strong, and Dongfang Canglong's fighting spirit had flared up again.
"Forget it. I don't want Jiang Wen accusing me of relying on the Magic Wolves," Jing Feng said, shaking his head.
Jing Feng and the others stood by and watched, but the pressure on Jiang Wen and the North Xu Palace disciples remained considerably greater.
"Everyone, kill the Magic Wolves as quickly as possible!" Jiang Wen shouted.
Jiang Wen unleashed his true strength. The Low-grade Magic Treasure in his hands was fearsome, and every strike killed several Magic Wolves.
"Jiang Wen's using the Low-grade Magic Treasure Immortal Slaying Sword. It's incredibly sharp. I lost to that sword back then. But this time, he won't beat me so easily," Jing Feng said.
"Having a powerful weapon doesn't mean much," Bi Fan said.
Jing Feng laughed. "Brother Bi, weapons are part of one's strength too. Never underestimate them. Cultivators often risk their lives for a good Magic Treasure."
Bi Fan couldn't