It was very obvious that these people wanted to put Chen Feng in his place. Some were even secretly firing out soul-type secret techniques to suppress him.

“Humph!”

Chen Feng gave a loud harrumph and an invisible wave of soul power spread out. As a result, every one of the cultivators there felt as though they had been thrown into a stormy sea. That was particularly true for those who were utilizing soul-type secret techniques. Their faces sank as blood trickled down their nostrils.

Maintaining a look of indifference, Chen Feng then walked towards Magiris, who was also secretly shocked. Even though Magiris already had a high estimate of Chen Feng’s strength, that move from Chen Feng informed him that Chen Feng’s strength had still surpassed his expectations.

This fellow! Why is his rate of cultivation so high? Magiris muttered to himself. Only, thinking back to how Chen Feng had to go all out while undergoing his tribulation to deal with two Gold Immortals, he knew that this rate of cultivation was not just luck. Rather, it was one obtained by risking his life.

By then, there was no longer any seats left in the grand hall. And so, Chen Feng’s gaze swept out to land on a cultivator seated closest to Magiris.

“Scram,” Chen Feng said.

Instantly, an atmosphere of might was unleashed. Even though...