"Fellow Daoist Li, I recently heard about what you did in the Ancient Immortal Secret Realm. To reject an inheritance of that caliber without hesitation-what a steadfast Dao heart. I, Chu, may be lacking in talent, but I rather look forward to fighting you and stepping over you to make my name."
Chu Feng was bare-chested, his clothes having been ruined in the previous battle.
But his flesh was flawless. Gold and purple light flowed through his body, while powerful patterns shone across its surface, conjuring visions of a war between gods and devils.
Li Yang saw the blazing fighting spirit in his eyes, along with an arrogance born of extreme self-confidence.
That gaze was nothing Ye Zhiqiu could rival, nor was it a bluff that could be cultivated in a short time.
His transformation had begun six months ago. If Chu Feng really was a Transmigrator, there was no way he could have changed so completely in just half a year.
Li Yang could find nothing to suggest Chu Feng was a Transmigrator.
But another suspicion arose-body possession!
Chu Feng's state of mind was one of wild, untamable arrogance, not a spoiled brat's reliance on power and influence.
The former's conceit came from absolute confidence in his own strength, tempered through countless victories;
the latter's arrogance came from connections, relying on his elders' influence to flaunt himself within the rules.
This was no spoiled brat. This was a ruthless overlord!
He broke the rules, bared his proud backbone, and possessed an even fiercer will to fight!
Yet what the eyes could see was ultimately only surface appearance, with no concrete evidence behind it.
In the end, Li Yang would have to fight him to discover his true depths.
Only by forcing Chu Feng into a desperate corner could he