The Journey of Feng Zun 2
Chapter 111

The appearance of the mysterious man who carried the momentum of such a wondrous aura terrified everyone's hearts, they realized that the curtain of this battle had yet to be completely shut down, and the Feng Zun crisis had not ended yet.

Feng Zun of course realized that the black-robed man was indeed strong. It's just, he doesn't care at all.

He drank to himself, looking very satisfied, and said, "On the day when I left the Meteorite Precipice, I knew that sooner or later, you would definitely come looking for me."

When he spoke up to here, Feng Zun laughed, "But this time, it seems like my guess was wrong."

"Oh?" said the man dressed in black. "What's wrong about that?"

His work seemed relaxed and unhurried, but in truth, every step carried his figure hundreds of feet forward. He was now only two thousand feet away from Feng Zun.

It was only then that the spectators could see his facial features clearly.

His skin was as white as jade, with a thin face. His eyes were like a vortex, as if reflecting a portal to hell, as the two opened and closed, a strange and mysterious gray light hung in the air like mist, displaying an extremely unsettling sight.

Most striking was the blood-colored totem between his eyebrows, which shone as bright as fire!

"I had previously assumed that the big factions had long been in contact with you, and they considered you as their pillar of support. I think that's why they dared to declare war on me without the slightest fear," Feng Zun said casually. "It seems like imagination has made me think too far."

The black-eyed man revealed an expression of contempt that could not be hidden, "What you guys call the 'big faction' in modern times might seem haughty and unattainable to cultivators of this world, he said, but in my eyes, they were just unsightly commoners. They don't even deserve to carry my shoes. How could I possibly have a relationship with them?"

His words are so insulting.

The spectators in the distance were getting more agitated and scared, no one dared to speak, they were silent like crickets in winter.

This was because, with each step that the man in black took, a formless and terrifying majesty permeated the heaven and earth, afflicting the crowd of people, making their hearts and bodies tremble.

Quite a number of cultivators were so frightened that his body was drenched in sweat, and nearly collapsed onto the ground.

They felt like ants watching helplessly, as the god from the highest place approached step by step!

"Other than just to fight a little bastard like you. I'm alone.that's enough."

As he spoke, the man stopped his approach after being a thousand feet away from Feng Zun.

In front of him, the sky was clear and bright, like midday.

But behind him, it was as if an eternal night curtain descended into the sky, dimming the sun and covering the entire landscape.

It was a strange sight, there was no other way to describe it.

"Don't be too hasty. I know that you're here to look for the Luo Vein Seed, but how about we talk for a second?" Feng Zun looked quite patient.

The black-robed man was stunned for a moment, his eyes shining, and said "It looks like you...is curious about my origin?"

"Of course," said Feng Zun bluntly. "I've long suspected that you're one of the prison guards, and I want you alone to confirm that hypothesis."

A prison guard!

Most of the people who were looking from a distance did not understand what Feng Zun meant by that sentence. Only Zu Qinghan seemed to realize something, and his expression changed dramatically.

"It's quite interesting," said the man in black while stroking his chin and re-evaluating Feng Zun, "If you give me the Luo Vein Seed immediately, I don't actually mind satisfying your curiosity."

Feng Zun furrowed his brows. "So you mean you won't talk unless I beat you first?"

The black-clothed man reacted as if he had just heard such a ludicrous joke, he could not help but laugh as he said, "Do you have the ability to do that?"

His eyes shone with a faint luster, and his expression seemed that he was eager to laugh at her.

A moment later, he said slowly, "Young man, don't blame me for behaving like an older person. It is true that your talent and cultivation base are extremely rare, even in other higher realms, such talent is as rare as a phoenix feather...

"But in my eyes, those below the Immortal God level are simply not worth paying attention to, they are nothing more than mud puddles."

The black-robed man looked at Feng Zun and said solemnly, "And you are no exception, I have always been tolerant towards people with rare talents like you. As long as you are willing to obediently present the Luo Vein Seed, I promise to give you a path to life. But if you take my words as an empty threat, then you'll really be like someone looking for death."

He spoke peacefully and casually, like a senior earnestly teaching a junior. However, when reading the implied meaning, he looked extremely insulting, with an aura of high superiority, as if he was underestimating everything under the heavens.

His attitude made the hearts of those who saw him from a distance filled with emotional turmoil.

Feng Zun had just defeated the alliance of the seven great factions, he was clearly invincible.

Yet despite having witnessed all of that, the black-robed man seemed to be unconcerned. He saw Feng Zun was no different from anyone else, just thinking of him as a chick or a mud statue that was not worth his attention!

In other words, only an Immortal God deserves the attention of that black-robed man!

When Feng Zun saw this, he simply sighed, lowered his head, and finished off his bottle of wine.

The black-robed man's words had thrown away the remnants of his patience.