Zhao Fu went straight up to the fifth floor without wasting any time, then continued onward past the sixth floor and arrived at the seventh.
There were already far fewer people here, and cultivation proceeded even faster.
The moment Zhao Fu arrived, a group of people looked at him. Some wore unfriendly expressions, some looked solemn, while others watched as though enjoying a show.
Zhao Fu did nothing in response to them and continued toward the eighth floor.
At that moment, a bearded young man said with displeasure, "As a low-level disciple, why do you not salute us when you see us? And the person you beat on the fourth floor was from our branch."
Zhao Fu stopped, turned to look at the bearded young man, and said, "Oh? So what? If you want to die, hurry up. I don't have time to talk to you."
The bearded young man shouted angrily, "Don't be so arrogant! In Yin-Yang Tower, there are people stronger than you everywhere you look."
Zhao Fu gave a light laugh. "Is that so? But what does that have to do with anything?"
The bearded young man looked furious, but he did not attack, because he was not confident he could defeat Zhao Fu. Having seen Zhao Fu's arrogant manner just now, he simply could not help speaking up.
A tall woman in a blue dress stepped forward. She was beautiful and possessed an exceptional bearing. "I would like to test your skill!"
Zhao Fu continued toward the eighth floor. "I'm not interested!"
The woman's expression hardened. She waved a hand, and a massive power transformed into a white bird that shot swiftly toward Zhao Fu, carrying an incredibly terrifying aura.
Just as the white bird was about to pierce through Zhao Fu's body, Zhao Fu vanished