Of those who had come to Falling Moon City this time, only three ranked within the top four hundred of the Genius Ranking: himself, Wang Mingyang, and Su Jiang.
Among the three of them, only he and Wang Mingyang came from humble backgrounds. They had even turned down aid from countless races, determined to fight their way forward alone.
Yet now, they had felt the terror of having a powerful backing. The several auras concealed within the void alone made them profoundly wary.
Every single one was at the peak of the True Immortal realm—and they were no ordinary peak True Immortals. They were all geniuses.
If these geniuses joined forces, even they would have to think twice.
That was also why they had remained where they were rather than flicking their sleeves and leaving.
As for the remaining one, Su Yun, his background was even more astonishing. Zhang Feng simply could not afford to provoke him, so he had specifically come to block them instead.
Such tactics were far too vile. For the first time, they truly felt the downside of having no backing.
Once this is over, should I find myself a place to seek shelter as well?
Watching the leisurely Zhang Feng, Wang Mingyang could not help but think to himself.
So long as he wished it, there were plenty of factions throughout the Star River Cosmos for him to choose from. Other than Golden Immortal factions, which were somewhat difficult to enter, there was no other faction he could not join if he wanted to.
And once he joined, he would at least begin as a true disciple.
"They're here."
A faint breeze swept past. Zhang Feng's hand holding the teacup gave a slight tremble. As he gently raised his eyes, he saw a blood-red figure