Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Due to the terrifying aura, the ground beneath them began cracking. And yet, Chen Feng remained immobile. It was as though it was nothing more than a light spring breeze.

“All right, then. If you guys are ready, then just go ahead and attack. There are so many of you fellows besieging just the two of us. Do you need to be so wary? Since when did the cultivators from the Demon Plane and Nether Plane become so cowardly?” Chen Feng said smilingly.

“Damn you! Your arrogance will be the death of you!”

“Attack!”

Chen Feng waved his hand and Patron Mountriver was sent somewhere 5,000 kilometres away from the area. Without even waiting for the power that Chen Feng exerted upon his body to dissipate away, Patron Mountriver ran as fast as he could.

This was too dangerous. Staying behind would spell certain death for him.

As for Chen Feng, his figure disappeared with a flash and before the opponents’ attacks could arrive, two waves of sword energy fused together to form a hurricane, which swiftly swept forward.

After that, Chen Feng swung his hand and a black vortex appeared on his palm. It rotated furiously and its formidable aura swept out, causing all the cultivators from the Demon Plane to back away, a look of dread on their faces. Some of the weaker ones were forced to reveal their true...