Standing in midair, Lu Feng's eyes were filled with chilling menace.
This time, he had come specifically not only to claim a share of Mount Luojia's resources, but with Li Su as his ultimate target.
He had not forgotten what happened at Flower-Fruit Mountain. He had etched it deep into his heart.
By nature, he was cold and callous, utterly selfish, and deeply vengeful. He might not repay those who had shown him kindness, but those who had offended him—even after a hundred or a thousand years—he would never forget.
He had inquired into what happened after Flower-Fruit Mountain. He heard that everyone who entered had gained something, and several had gone straight into seclusion upon emerging to consolidate their cultivation.
Upon hearing that news, one could well imagine how Lu Feng felt. He had come to utterly hate Li Su.
That was why he had rushed here this time. For no other reason than to lay hands on him openly and justifiably.
He had originally thought he would have to restrain himself for quite some time, waiting until the contest began before making his move.
Yet the moment he arrived at Nine-Zhang Heaven, before he had even taken a seat, he heard that the Interception Sect's Dao Child had blocked the Black Mountain Sect's gate, and that Wild Mountain, a Black Mountain prodigy, had been beaten so badly that his body had been snapped apart.
One could easily imagine the feelings of the Black Mountain Sect disciples who had only just arrived—shock and fury.
Though the Interception Sect was also one of the great sects of the Mythical Realm, their strength lay in their numbers and formations, not in individual prodigies.
Had any other great sect done such a thing, they would at most be blazing with rage. But