Qiao Feng, Falls

The arrogant expression on Qiao Feng's face gradually stiffened. Time itself seemed to stop at that very moment.

Feeling the incomparably real power of the Nine-Turn Gods and Devils Realm emanating from within Yang Chen, Qiao Feng suddenly went completely mad.

"This is impossible!"

"How can this be possible?! How can a forbidden art be used so many times?!"

"Who exactly are you?!"

Qiao Feng shouted hoarsely, his entire face twisting grotesquely. He stared at Yang Chen in utter disbelief, teeth clenched.

"You've been playing me!"

"Playing you? I have no interest in that!"

Yang Chen shook his head, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

"But even if I were playing you, would you dare object?"

At this moment, Yang Chen looked like a cat toying with a mouse, his eyes brimming with endless mockery.

The instant Yang Chen's words fell, Qiao Feng's face turned utterly awful. But truthfully, Qiao Feng was no match for Yang Chen—and Qiao Feng knew it.

Qiao Feng's body trembled, while his grip on the Black Gold Iron Staff tightened fiercely.

"Run!"

An idea instantly came to Qiao Feng's mind.

If this continued, he would definitely be no match for Yang Chen. If Yang Chen wore him down too severely, he might truly end up dying here today.

So—

Run!

The moment the thought arose, Qiao Feng made his decision.

He abruptly changed direction and sprinted toward another path.

"H-He just ran away?"

Yang Chen stared at it all in astonishment.

He truly had not expected a dignified Nine-Turn Gods and Devils Realm expert to be so cowardly.

Wasn't that a little too shameful for a Nine-Turn Gods and Devils expert?

It was not only Yang Chen who froze. Even the Mount Putuo experts at the edge of the battlefield were dumbfounded.