Protected by the formation, Shi Batu's divine infant stood frozen in the defeated zone.
He stared blankly at the victory zone opposite him, where Jiang Feng's figure appeared.
Jiang Feng slowly turned around and looked at Shi Batu. There was none of the mockery Shi Batu had expected on his face—only solemn seriousness.
"I... lost!"
After a long while, Shi Batu spat out those three words.
Taking out the Mu Wu Relic, Shi Batu handed it over to Jiang Feng before vanishing from where he stood.
Holding the Mu Wu Relic, Jiang Feng gave it only a cursory glance.
It was a gleaming black bead. His senses could not penetrate it, nor could divine power stir it, so he had no way of seeing what was inside.
Stowing away the Mu Wu Relic, Jiang Feng swept his gaze over everyone in True Martial Pavilion.
He had not expected so many people to come watch his battle with Shi Batu.
At this moment, they all looked at him with strange expressions, including those whose cultivation surpassed his.
It was as though they were all trying their utmost to memorize his face, lest they accidentally provoke him someday.
Jiang Feng knew that from this day onward, his reputation had officially begun to spread through the outer sect.
That was precisely the result he wanted!
From now on, it would not be nearly so easy for Hua Rong to dock his stipend at will or raise the Flame Clan's taxes. At the very least, it would no longer be something Hua Rong could decide with a single sentence.
Vina, Chris, and Hong Fu came straight over to Jiang Feng.
"Senior Brother Jiang, I finally got to witness your battle with my own eyes today. It was truly enough to set one's blood boiling."