"Holy crap, is he really that bold!?"
Qin Feng was dumbfounded as he watched from the side, genuinely impressed by Fu Yankang.
Even he wouldn't dare make a move in front of Lao Zhao, much less speak to him so loudly.
But Fu Yankang hadn't just done it—he'd done it with such arrogance, practically daring to find out whether his life was tougher or the Son of Heaven's halo was.
"You've got a death wish!"
A cold glint flashed in Zhao Changsheng's eyes as Sword Qi surged around him.
He had no intention of taking Qingqing out in front of everyone. All he wanted was to stab Fu Yankang to death in full view of the crowd.
"Lao Zhao's angry!?"
Surprise filled Qin Feng's eyes, and he grew even more curious about this so-called little demon.
After all, Zhao Changsheng was the Son of Heaven of the Cowardly Path. When he'd gone to the Spirit Secret Realm before, he'd avoided trouble whenever he could, and when he couldn't, he'd still found a way to keep his head down.
Yet now, some unknown little demon had actually set off his anger.
He'd abandoned his usual cowardly ways and was determined to fight Fu Yanjie to the death.
"Y-you, what are you doing!?"
Feeling Zhao Changsheng's Killing Intent, Fu Yankang immediately backed away in a panic.
Though they'd only exchanged a few blows, he'd been completely overwhelmed. He'd barely been able to fight back at all.
Buzz! Buzz!
The crisp ring of a sword rang out, unleashing a Sword Intent that soared into the heavens.
Zhao Changsheng made no attempt to explain. Like a phantom, he shot toward Fu Yankang, his sword tracing a graceful arc of light through the air.
"Stop!!"
The surrounding disciples couldn't stand by and watch. They rushed