Luo Shuchen was slightly startled when he heard Bai Bahuang's words. Could Feng Jun really instantly kill an Emergence from Dust High Stage cultivator?
It was not that he did not believe it. He still greatly admired Feng Jun. In five breaths, he had indeed subdued someone at the Eighth Layer of Emergence from Dust.
Strictly speaking, this was not the gap between Bai Bahuang and Feng Jun. After all, one had been prepared while the other had not. More importantly, Bai Bahuang had never excelled at defense; he was a highly agile cultivator who specialized in offense.
But admiration was admiration. Hearing Bai Bahuang personally admit that Feng Jun could instantly kill him was still somewhat hard for Luo Shuchen to accept—it truly challenged his understanding.
Feng Jun ignored Bai Bahuang's objections and spoke coldly. "You still haven't answered my question! My patience is limited!"
Bai Bahuang was genuinely a little angered. A mere Emergence from Dust, First Layer cultivator dared speak to him like that? Did he know what the three words "Bai Bahuang" represented?
Yet he truly did not dare lose his temper. The shadow of death had been hanging over his head all along, and he believed the other man would absolutely go through with it.
At that moment, Leng Qionghua spoke up. "Old Bai, can Fellow Daoist Feng really kill you instantly?"
"Isn't that a stupid question?" Bai Bahuang answered helplessly. "Old Bai here isn't afraid of death. I just feel rather wronged... This fellow doesn't actually need anyone protecting him."
"That was because he was prepared while you weren't," Leng Qionghua said dismissively. As someone skilled in sneak attacks, she understood better than anyone the advantage of striking first. "In a fair fight, Old Bai, you couldn't possibly lose."
Then she looked at Feng