“That’s Young Master Feng Liu, a mid-level Human Immortal. His cultivation base is very profound. He cultivates a heretically carnal technique. Unexpectedly, Jue Wushen would be able to bring over characters like this,” Lan Ling, who was beside Chen Feng, whispered. 

“Chen Feng, I have been thinking of looking for you. If you had hidden yourself in East Dragon Island, I would have needed to resort to some other methods to get to you. Unexpectedly, you would hand yourself over.” Jue Wushen glared at Chen Feng. If looks could kill, Chen Feng would have died several times over.

“I also didn’t think that you could recover so quickly. What is this? It looks like you want to stir up trouble here. Last time, I could beat you up until all that is left is your primary spirit. This time, should I just annihilate both your body and soul?” Chen Feng said nonchalantly. It seemed as though he was simply looking down on Jue Wushen.

“Kid, this is not the place for you to be putting on airs. I will teach you manners!” Gui Liubing attacked.

Blast after blast of wind flew forward as ghostly wails rang out. Next, a ghost-like hand – shining with black light – descended from the sky. The five fingers on the hand were positioned like claws...