Above Maple City, everyone's eyes fell on Han Feng, waiting to see what choice he would make.
Even the Gold and Silver Elders, Ban Lao, and Fan Lao were secretly anxious. They feared that if the fight continued, setting aside whether they could defeat this already troublesome opponent if he fought desperately, they would inevitably become sworn enemies with Yang Chen, a mysterious figure whose alchemy was no worse than Han Feng's.
"Are you truly determined to push things this far?"
Han Feng clenched his teeth and spoke coldly. His icy tone and eyes carrying a trace of killing intent showed that the long-renowned Medicine Emperor had been thoroughly enraged.
"Since that is the case, let us settle it with our hands. Yang here also wishes to see how much of Venerable Yao's skill you learned to dare commit patricide and murder your master!"
Yang Chen's eyes darkened. Setting aside the fact that Yao Chen was now a member of True Lord Hall, Yang Chen utterly detested Han Feng's character.
Han Feng's gaze froze. Yang Chen's words had directly touched upon his taboo. His face sank at once as he shouted coldly.
"Heh, aren't your slanderous words, attempting to drive a wedge between my master and me, a little too despicable? Though the Black-Corner Region is a chaotic place, it still has its rules!"
As he spoke, Han Feng hurriedly transmitted his voice to Mo Tianxing, the Black Emperor Sect's leader, who was hidden in the shadows. After promising him quite a few benefits, he finally persuaded Mo Tianxing to step forward. No longer concealing himself, Mo Tianxing appeared and tried to mediate.
"Little brother, one should spare others whenever possible. The Medicine Emperor has already lowered his head. Why must you keep pressing the matter?"
"Hehe, Sect Leader Mo,