The astral energy fluctuations of the early Strength Soul Realm came crushing down in an instant...
Feng Dilin was furious. Truly furious.
My words had not only left Nine Rising Adept unable to save face, but had also made Feng Dilin feel deeply humiliated.
I had struck his fellow disciple right in front of him, and now I was looking down on his master.
It made him, a so-called genius among his peers, lose all face.
"Feng Dilin is furious!"
"This is bad. That kid's going to get beaten badly!"
"Exactly. He doesn't know how to keep a low profile at all!"
"..."
Seeing this, I couldn't care less.
Looking at the enraged Feng Dilin, I simply snorted coldly.
"You're not worthy of fighting me!"
I spoke those words crisply and forcefully.
Before dozens of people, I showed Feng Dilin nothing but disdain and disregard.
After hearing this, the faces of everyone around us twitched as they stared at me in disbelief.
"How arrogant!"
"Yeah! He—he must be crazy."
"Feng Dilin is famously hot-tempered."
"A rogue cultivator with no backing dares to provoke Feng Dilin of the Celestial Master's Mansion? Just watch him get beaten!"
"..."
The discussions around us continued without pause.
How could they possibly know how terrifying I was?
Feng Dilin had always had a fiery temper. Hearing me say that, his expression changed drastically.
"You're asking for it!"
With that, he stomped off the ground and chopped a palm toward me.
"It's over!"
"That kid's finished."
"..."
Everyone held their breath as they watched Feng Dilin rush at me.
His master, Nine Rising Adept of the Celestial Master's Mansion, had just been left unable to save face by my words.
As an elder, it would be improper for him to attack me, yet it would also