"With wine and food, things are still a little dull. Junior brother, would you care for a little spar to entertain everyone?"
Zhao Feng's sudden words undoubtedly startled everyone at the table.
Xi Wushang, Ji Yuan, and the others could not help looking toward Zhao Feng.
Alongside the complexity in their eyes, there was a trace of admiration.
Both were in the sect, and although Wang Ba had rarely acted, they knew well how unfathomable he had become. They had not expected Zhao Feng to still have the courage to challenge him.
After their initial surprise, they all began clamoring for Wang Ba to accept at once.
Apart from the fun of it, they were genuinely curious about just what level Wang Ba had reached.
Wang Yi'an, meanwhile, widened his eyes, his gaze darting between Zhao Feng and Wang Ba.
He was astonished, but also a little curious.
Master is actually going to fight Father... who will win?
In his mind, both stood at the very pinnacle of the Nascent Soul Realm.
He still vividly remembered his father's attack on Emperor Pole Continent all those years ago, when a single glance had defeated Yang Que, the continent's ruler, who had still been a Nascent Soul cultivator then. He had never forgotten it.
As for his master's tremendous progress during his travels through the four continents and two seas over these years, he had followed by his side and witnessed it himself.
For a moment, he truly could not guess which of the two would have the upper hand.
I heard Father captured a Spirit Transformation cultivator using the Protective Sect Grand Formation...
Wang Yi'an was truly torn. On one side was his father, and on the other was the master he had admired since childhood. Whoever won or lost, he