Because Zhou Feng was far too conspicuous, even though his intention of fishing for prey was obvious, he still drew the attention of quite a few people.
In the Flood Dragon Mountain Range, every cultivator plundered and seized whatever they could.
Only by doing so could they survive in this harsh environment and steadily increase their strength.
Here, standing still in one's cultivation was no different from suicide.
Everyone else was improving, while you remained stagnant. Naturally, you would become prey.
Not to mention that the Flood Dragon Mountain Range was far from peaceful. Outside the marketplace, countless demonic beasts corrupted by malignant qi roamed about.
"Attack!"
Seeing Zhou Feng step into the trap, Duan Xing immediately shouted.
Light shot into the sky as countless formation patterns appeared in the air.
A killing formation rose. Without a single word of warning, the group intended to kill Zhou Feng on the spot.
The crowd looked at one another. None of them had expected that brat to be the sort who hid his strength behind a harmless facade.
"..."
But Zhou Feng gave him no opportunity at all.
"Drifting around forever isn't an option. My cultivation is too scattered right now. It's time to settle down and develop steadily for a while."
"A body cultivator? But why is his aura so chaotic?"
Once this divine ability was cultivated to the later stages, it could even become the core of the body's functioning, making some unnecessary organs completely dispensable.
Instead, it caught Duan Xing and the others completely off guard.
Crack!
Just as he was carefully planning his future, a Dao Seed slowly floated out of the Sky Swallowing Demonic Pot.
For various reasons, he had been forced to wander constantly before this.
Meanwhile, Zhou Feng fled who knew how far away.