Jiang Feng clenched his five fingers, taking out Hundred Pleats once more after having just put it away.
The exquisite patterns on Hundred Pleats reflected streaks of cold light beneath the relay station's bonfire.
"The thing you want is in my hands!"
"But that depends on whether you have what it takes to take it from me!"
The others understood at once and were all startled:
"Did I hear that right? Facing Young Master Baiyun, who's at the seventh level of the Divine Power Realm, this kid actually..."
"This kid may have some skill. Even experts at the sixth level of the Divine Power Realm can barely last two breaths against him."
"But does he not know who he's facing?"
"The gap between the seventh and sixth levels of the Divine Power Realm is far more than a little!"
"Besides, against Young Master Baiyun, his mid-stage Subtlety Realm control of divine power gives him no advantage at all!"
"On what basis... does he say something like that?"
"He's simply... courting death!"
Young Master Baiyun narrowed his eyes and looked at Hundred Pleats in Jiang Feng's hand.
Even though he tried his best to suppress it, the greed in his eyes was still obvious.
"This... is that extraordinary weapon?"
"Kid, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for possessing such a treasure!"
Secretly delighted, Young Master Baiyun drew a deep breath.
Behind him, four late-stage sixth-level Divine Power Realm experts stepped forward at the same time, but Young Master Baiyun waved them back.
"Stand down. When facing an expert like this, this young master naturally has to meet him personally!"
As he spoke, he leaped down from Earth Howler. The moment his feet touched the ground, a long spear was already in his hand.
His