Zhao Feng works hard to prove himself better than peers in the Martial Arts Training Ground, but just when he's about to give up, a mysterious black, marble-like, object fuses with his left eye, granting him the powers of the ancient gods. With his newfound powers, Zhao Feng embarks on the journey toward becoming the greatest martial artist of all time.
At this moment.
Zhao Feng blocked those from the Black Cliff Palace with confidence.
“Zhe zhe, does this brat want to take all of us alone?”
The geniuses from the Black Cliff Palace had mockery on their faces but the black lotus girl in the group had fear and wary in her eyes, not daring to underestimate Zhao Feng.
“Kid…. do you want to come to the Black Cliff palace’s side? Since you’re a genius in the Dao of Corpses I can consider recommending you.”
White flames burned in Chi Gui’s eyes as he licked his lips and glanced at Ye Yanyu two miles away out of the corner of his eye.
He had the confidence to slay Zhao Feng before Ye Yanyu arrived.
However, Zhao Feng didn’t seem to have any traces of fear as he faced those from the Black Cliff Palace.
What was even weirder was that Ye Yanyu who was recovering didn’t even seem to care about Zhao Feng’s life.
All of this unusualness made Chi Gui suspicious.
Did Ye Yanyu really not care about Zhao Feng’s life?