Ji Feng was riding a white cloud with his daoist robe fluttering in the snow. His sleeves were slightly rolled up and had a whisk in his hand. Despite his young age, he gave off an otherworldly aura.

It wasn’t just the heretical members who were shocked, so were the Dao Gate, the Beastmaster Camp, and the members of the royal family. Hong Mofang who had defeated seven heaven-defying geniuses in a row died to this young man?

Ji Feng! Everyone memorized this name. It looked like the pagoda still had many great prodigies. This Ji Feng might be its most talented member.

Even Princess Luofu who always had a stern expression revealed an enchanting smile at this moment.

“Are you the best genius of the Wanxiang Pagoda?” Liu Chengfeng showed a dark smile while posturing with both hands behind his back.

“Not right now.” Ji Feng stared him down.

“You aren’t?” Chengfeng’s brows slightly furrowed.

“Impossible, you can’t find a second like him with such talents at the pagoda!”

“Who is he trying to scare? If the geniuses from the pagoda were this strong, how could they...