A Spirit Transformation Realm Cultivator Challenges a Golden Core Realm Cultivator-Did I Hear That Right?

The Head of Sword-Flying Peak couldn't help but start in surprise, but before he could react,

a faint layer of black qi had appeared on Xu Chen's handsome face.

At the same time, his eyes had turned a faint red, glimmering with streaks of cold light. They looked nothing like the eyes of a human being.

Everyone felt a chill run through them.

The Head of Sword-Flying Peak, who had borne the brunt of it, turned deathly pale.

For some reason, his blood surged in his chest, and a sweetness rose in his throat. With a "wah," he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

"Senior Brother!"

"How dare you!"

This was truly adding insult to injury. The other party had come swaggering to their very doorstep.

A chorus of cries rang out through the hall. The elders and peak heads of the Feathering Sect could no longer sit still. The sound of swords being drawn even reached their ears.

"Everyone, sit down!"

A calm, even voice rang out.

Everyone glanced at the sect leader, the True Person, whose face was livid but whose expression remained stern.

Only then did they return to their seats, though their furious gazes still seemed ready to spit fire.

"Junior Brother Zhang, go rest for now."

"I'm fine!"

The Head of Sword-Flying Peak was a steely man. He merely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, returned to his seat, and swallowed a medicinal pill.

He didn't even close his eyes to meditate. It was clear that what had happened here still had him on edge.

Master Green Feather sighed inwardly and didn't press the matter. He turned his head as if to look at the Young Master of Mist Moon, but his gaze passed over Xu Chen and landed on