Li Qingshan and Feng Wuji stood facing each other atop the arena.
Immortal Dao formations interwove all around them, like a world of formations descending over the place, radiating mysterious Great Dao power.
Everyone was exceedingly curious. What gave Li Qingshan the confidence to challenge Feng Wuji?
Feng Wuji likewise did not take Li Qingshan seriously, his gaze brimming with mockery.
Even if Li Qingshan was a prodigy from the Immortal Realm and possessed the Heavenly Emperor Token, how strong could someone with mere Immortal Lord cultivation be?
As the proud genius of the Wind Earl Tribe and a mid-level Immortal King, he held an utterly crushing advantage over an Immortal Lord!
In his eyes, Li Qingshan was only qualified to stand here because he relied on the Heavenly Emperor Token.
In terms of true strength, an Immortal Lord was nothing more than an ant before him.
"Although I don't know where your confidence comes from, you're merely an Immortal Lord. Aren't you afraid of bringing humiliation upon yourself by challenging me?"
Feng Wuji's tone was mocking, and his handsome eyes were filled with contempt.
The Dao of Wind around him stirred faintly, and an incomparably sharp aura radiated from his body, like a drawn blade that could slice apart the void at any moment.
Li Qingshan smiled calmly, utterly unconcerned.
"I like doing difficult things."
His tone was mild, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty. "Besides, a mere mid-level Immortal King is nothing to me."
After all, he had even wounded True Person Zi Xu.
That was an unparalleled Immortal King!
Yet as soon as those words fell, the entire crowd erupted in uproar.
"Is this kid insane? An Immortal Lord actually says a mid-level Immortal King is nothing?"
"Does he not know Feng Wuji's strength? He's the Wind