Xia Feng was still dressed in black, silent and taciturn, with a broken blade on his back. He looked as simple and stark as if he had stepped out of an ink-wash painting.
The only difference from before was that there was now a crow on his shoulder. Green flames flickered in the crow's eyes.
Compared to before entering the Origin Land, Xia Feng's aura had become even more ethereal and unfathomable, like the free wind.
Looking at the Chosen Ones standing motionless in the starry sky around Hub Plaza, Xia Feng was genuinely astonished.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...
More than a dozen Chosen Ones had already gathered here, yet not one of them dared step onto the plaza. They seemed to have reached some sort of unspoken agreement.
"Big Brother Xia."
Bai Xiaowen's voice rang out.
Only then did Xia Feng hurry over under everyone's watchful eyes. "Good lord, what's with all these onlookers? Are they waiting outside because they're afraid of you and Senior Qiao?"
Qiao Liqun gave a bitter smile. "Not my doing. This kid's growth has just been too absurd."
Xia Feng's expression turned strange.
Bai Xiaowen smiled faintly and gestured for Xia Feng to look up at the massive pillars before the main entrance of the Hub Temple.
The number of Chosen Ones hanging there was even greater than the number waiting outside.
"You hung all of them up there?" A hint of shock appeared on Xia Feng's face.
Bai Xiaowen said with a smile, "If I hadn't, how would those people outside have waited obediently?"
The Demonfire Crow on Xia Feng's shoulder let out a strange cry. "This brat has grown ridiculously strong now! Unless a True God descends, no one can beat him!"
Qiao Liqun had been staring at the