A Great Figure Speaks

Jian Shengji looked at Gu Liubai lying beside him, disbelief written across his face.

Gu Liubai, a second-stage Martial Emperor, had actually been defeated by a first-stage Martial Emperor.

One had to know that ordinary Martial Artists simply could not step into the Martial Emperor Realm. Of those who could, more than ninety percent were geniuses on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.

For Martial Artists who had never entered the Hidden Dragon Ranking, the chances of stepping into the Martial Emperor Realm were practically negligible.

Thus, once one reached the Martial Emperor Realm, it was very difficult to challenge those above one's level. They were all geniuses of the Hidden Dragon Ranking, and aside from the top ten, the gap in talent between Martial Artists was not that great.

At the Martial Emperor Realm, being able to challenge someone of the same rank already made one a true prodigy.

Yet Ji Yue's father had actually challenged someone above his level.

"Wu Qingfeng, so what if you defeated this Pavilion Master? If you have the guts, kill me. The Misty City Lord will stand up for me!"

Gu Liubai said coldly.

"What? Wu Qingfeng? He is Wu Qingfeng, the former number one on the Hidden Dragon Ranking?"

"Wasn't Wu Qingfeng crippled?"

As those words fell, Zhong Tianwen and the chief steward of Myriad Treasures Pavilion were both utterly shocked.

Many younger Martial Artists might not have heard of Wu Qingfeng, but old-generation Martial Artists like Zhong Tianwen had heard his name like thunder rolling beside their ears.

"You think I don't dare kill you?"

Wu Qingfeng said coldly, "As a Martial Emperor, you actually dared lay hands on my daughter?"

"Hahaha!"

Yet Gu Liubai burst into laughter. "If you have the guts, kill me. If you don't kill me today, then once