Seeing the palm wind surge forth like a flood, Yi Feng still stood there gazing into the distance, utterly oblivious to danger as if nothing had happened, his arrogance practically boundless...
Chen Cangyun's eyes gleamed with pride as he sneered inwardly.
"Far too presumptuous..."
"Even if you are a Martial Emperor, facing a blow containing thirty percent of my power, you have not even assumed the slightest defensive stance. Injury is inevitable! Since you are so contemptuous of others, do not blame me for casting martial virtue aside!"
"Even better. Once you are wounded, I shall bring out my trump card and seize the chance to fight above my realm. From then on, I will make my name known across the world and achieve a great hegemony!"
Chen Cangyun's eyes shone brightly, his mind filled with hot-blooded battle intent!
Clearly, as the City Lord, he possessed quite a few trump cards. Otherwise, as a peak Martial King, he would not have been foolish enough to offend a Martial Emperor by overstepping his bounds.
Under normal circumstances, with his cultivation and numerous trump cards, he absolutely had the strength to battle a Martial Emperor. Even if he could not win, he could still easily retreat unscathed.
However.
When his palm strike, which he had been certain was invincible, touched Yi Feng's back, it did not stir the slightest ripple. The spiritual power that had seemed so terrifying a moment ago vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Only a gentle breeze passed by, as weak and feeble as an infant's breath.
"Whoosh..."
As the wind brushed past, that jade-like figure remained standing exactly as before. Not even the hem of his robe had fluttered, as though nothing had ever happened...
How was that possible?!
Chen Cangyun's eyes widened