When Yao Chen appeared before him with a body of flesh and blood, Han Feng was terrified.
The Pill Emperor, whose name rang throughout the Black-Corner Region, went cold all over. He could not stop trembling.
"Teacher." Han Feng bent at the waist, his voice respectful.
"I never thought I'd see you again."
"My dear disciple." Yao Chen smiled and beckoned. Han Feng flew toward him against his will.
"Teacher, spare me!" Han Feng shouted. "I acted on impulse back then!"
Han Feng knew better than anyone how formidable his teacher was.
Now that Yao Chen had a body again, even if he had not recovered to his peak, Han Feng could not resist him.
"Thinking too small. Far too small."
Yao Chen's face turned cold. "Where's that ruthlessness you had back then?"
Yao Chen looked at Han Feng, now inches away. "You know, I've found someone to inherit the Burning Art. Another disciple of mine."
"He's more gifted than you in Dou Qi and alchemy."
"You don't measure up to him."
Han Feng's eyes bulged. How was that any different from a woman telling a man he didn't measure up to someone else?
"You old bastard! That disciple of yours will turn out just like me!"
“That's more like it. I feel ashamed whenever you call me teacher Ma.”
The space around Han Feng compressed, tighter and tighter.
Yao Chen extracted the Hearts Flame from his body, then turned and left without giving his former disciple another glance.
The Medicine Venerable's former disciple, Pill Emperor Han Feng.
Fallen Star.
Douluo Continent.
Bibi Dong listened to Meng Chuan's lecture for a while, then left the Livestream Room.
"The pressure is getting stronger." Bibi Dong looked up at the sky.
Since reaching Severing the Dao, the world had pressed down