The tall, thin Five Peaks Sword Sect disciple paused, casually swept his gaze over Chen Changming, then curled his lip dismissively:
"But looking at the helper he found, he's only at the fourth layer of the Void Refinement Realm—about half a catty to the Rogue Cultivator's eight taels. Heh, was he not beaten badly enough just now? Did he come knocking for a second beating?"
"Haha—"
The surrounding Five Peaks Sword Sect disciples immediately burst into uproarious laughter.
Quite a few stood with their arms folded, sizing up the Immortal Boat in the sky with utter contempt, their eyes brimming with scorn and mockery.
In their eyes, two mere Rogue Cultivators at the third and fourth layers of the Void Refinement Realm actually dared to cause trouble above the mountain ravine sealed off by the Five Peaks Sword Sect. They truly did not know the difference between life and death and were bringing humiliation upon themselves.
"Outnumbered as we are, I wonder how Ning Jin plans to break this deadlock..."
Standing aboard the Immortal Boat, Cheng Lie looked at the aggressive faces below, unable to stop his nerves from tightening. He clenched his fists hard, a thin layer of sweat already forming in his palms.
Yet Chen Changming remained as composed as ever.
His calm gaze swept over the crowd below before finally settling on the green-robed young man at the fourth layer of the Void Refinement Realm whom Cheng Lie had pointed out—this man was precisely the culprit who had injured Cheng Lie earlier.
"It was you who injured my brother?"
Chen Changming stepped out of the Immortal Boat, trod upon empty air, and slowly walked toward the green-robed youth.
His pace was neither hurried nor slow, every step steady and firm. His aura was deep and heavy as