Yi Feng wore a look of utter hopelessness, his eyes hanging like two dead fish.
He put away his forty-meter Great Saber, walked over without a word, and pulled him out of the pile of stones. Even when the two stood face-to-face, Fu Nantian still had not recovered.
This plot was all wrong.
Wasn't Yi Feng supposed to fall into danger, and then he would show off his might? Why had it turned around now? He had nearly come to grief, and this brat had seized the chance to steal his thunder!
What the hell!
Looking down at the dust covering his entire body, Fu Nantian's old face flushed red as he hurriedly explained!
"Uh...!"
"Brat! D-Don't misunderstand! This old man's cultivation is formidable. I was merely careless for a moment and never expected such a divine ability to exist in this world. That was why the giant stone pinned me down, allowing this Remnant Soul to exploit the situation and gain a slight upper hand."
"In terms of cultivation and true strength, he is absolutely no match for this old man!"
"You only happened to arrive at the right time and pick up the scraps. If this old man had not fought him earlier and expended ninety-nine percent of my Dao Power, with that little cultivation of yours, you could not even have harmed a single hair on him!"
Though covered in dust and grime, he remained stubbornly defiant to the bitter end.
If cultivation were judged this way, he could certainly be crowned the strongest king.
But Yi Feng was filled with disappointment. How could he have any time to care about the old man's boasting? Seeing that the fellow was not seriously hurt and that his back was still ramrod-straight like a steel bar, he merely responded