The Divine Phoenix Mountain’s disciples quickly rushed over to catch Zhang Yu, while furiously glaring at Ao Feng. Simultaneously, Zhang Yu’s defeat shocked everyone at Thunderblood Square.

To defeat Zhang Yu so easily was something that no one else in the top ten could accomplish, aside from the top three. For a moment, the Thunderblood Battlestage was in dead silence.

Ao Feng arrogantly swept his gaze around before stopping on the pavilions that the six holy lands’ main representatives and the Four Young Masters were at. He smiled, “Is this the best the Martial Dao Tea Party has to offer? Does anyone else dare to fight me?”

He had completely disregarded the holy lands’ main representatives and the Four Young Masters, This naturally made many people furiously grind their teeth. But there was no response to Ao Feng’s words. This was because he had proven his strength earlier in his fight with Zhang Yu.

Many...