"You're wrong about that. My title of Feng Hai Divine Casting is not known by all that many in this Immortal Cultivation Holy Land."
"And you... are absolutely not at the Body Integration Realm."
As Feng Jianxing walked, his figure swayed. He looked utterly dispirited, like a sick tiger on its last legs.
Yet as he spoke, two beams of sharp light suddenly burst from his eyes.
That razor-edged gaze pointed straight at Su Shi'er, as if it meant to see right through him.
A tiger walked as if sick; an eagle stood as if asleep.
Su Shi'er's pupils narrowed slightly. He immediately realized that even if there was a problem with his state of mind, Feng Jianxing's current cultivation and strength were still absolutely not to be underestimated.
In fact, compared to the vast majority of cultivators at the Sword Discussion Convention that day, Feng Jianxing was definitely among the foremost elites.
What surprised Su Shi'er even more was that the gaze Feng Jianxing now aimed at him concealed billowing battle intent.
This left Su Shi'er puzzled.
On this trip to Shenzhu Mountain Villa to attend the Sword Discussion Convention, Su Shi'er had changed his appearance and used an entirely new identity.
No matter how one looked at it, he should not have provoked Feng Jianxing.
The thought of doubt flashed by, but Su Shi'er's expression remained calm and unruffled.
Looking at Feng Jianxing, he immediately spoke again.
"Senior, I don't quite understand what you mean by—"
Before his words had fallen, Feng Jianxing's True Yuan aura surged, and behind him, the illusory image of a fierce tiger seemed to quietly appear.
"Fellow Daoist, what is concealed cannot be concealed forever. You are a clever man; you should know what I'm talking about."
Feng Jianxing continued speaking, the battle