"Is he really not afraid of dying!?"
Fu Yanjie immediately stopped making a fuss and stared at Qin Feng in disbelief.
He'd thought Qin Feng bullied him because he was weak in combat. Who could've guessed Qin Feng's arrogance was carved into his bones? He even dared to slap and humiliate his own Immortal King father.
"He's way too damn brave!"
Fu Yankang gaped in stunned disbelief.
Qin Feng had severed his Wisdom Root, leaving him unable to channel his thoughts. But now that he'd seen Qin Feng dare to slap and humiliate an Immortal King, he suddenly felt his own grievance was nothing at all.
"Never seen the world!"
Unlike the others, Qian Duoduo didn't take it seriously at all.
An Immortal King might be an exalted existence in the eyes of ordinary people, but to him—the only son of the Immortal Alliance's Fifth Elder—he was practically a dog. He could sentence him to a crime of being too damn cocky on the spot.
"That kid really is arrogant!"
Old Six, watching over them from the shadows, took a puff of his cigarette and saw right through the source of Qin Feng's confidence.
But he only recommended playing like this at noon. Sooner or later, something would go wrong. If Qin Feng ran into an Immortal King with a short fuse, the man might tear him to pieces right there.
At that moment—
Fu Shikang didn't say a word. He simply stared at Qin Feng with a dark expression.
His eyes were filled with an endless, bone-piercing chill. The fury in his heart seemed on the verge of breaking free, and the gravel beneath his feet began to float against gravity.
Rumble!!
An endless pressure burst forth like collapsing mountains and raging seas, as if a hundred thousand mountains