Chapter 6086: Strongest Prodigy?

Chapter 6086: Strongest Prodigy?

Chapter 6086: Strongest Prodigy?

“Netherworld Sect?”

Song Yuwei and Bitter Reminiscence became uneasy.

How could they not know about the Netherworld Sect? They were one of the biggest villains in the world of cultivation; even the galaxy overlords hesitated to cross them.

Why would the Netherworld Sect suddenly go after Chu Feng?

Chu Feng and Wang Qiang were much calmer in comparison.

“Brother, do you know B-B-Baili Zilin?” Wang Qiang asked.

“Never heard of him.” Chu Feng shook his head.

“B-b-but he’s going after you? What do you p-p-plan to do? Should we teach him a lesson?”

“I don’t have time to waste on him. Am I to entertain every challenge someone issues to me?” Chu Feng asked with a smile.

“But that f-f-fellow has quite a background. Won’t others think that you’re scared i-i-if you don’t respond to his challenge?”

“So be it. It’s not like I’ll wither and die if they think badly of me, don’t you agree?” Chu Feng asked with a smile.

“Yes, y-y-you’re right.” Wang Qiang shot a thumbs-up at Chu Feng.

“Let’s go and have a good meal.” Chu Feng patted Wang Qiang’s shoulder.

Disguising themselves, they found a popular restaurant and enjoyed the food there.

It had been too long since they had a good meal. Yue Ling gorged herself, not paying attention to her image. Wang Qiang had always been a glutton, so little needed to be said about him.

Quite a few cultivators in the restaurant frowned at them. Someone might have confronted them by now if it wasn’t for them appearing like they were not to be trifled with.

“Brother, how long have you starved for?” Chu Feng asked.

“Hehe, delicious!” Wang Qiang grinned. Even his voice changed because his mouth was stuffed with meat.

Cultivators of their level wouldn’t die of starvation or dehydration, but they still shared a passion for delicious food.

Pain and suffering were inevitable in the world, and things often went contrary to one’s expectations, so why did people still seek immortality? That was because there were many wonderful things in the world too, and delicacies were one.

“Brother, what d-d-do you plan to do next?” Wang Qiang wiped his mouth as he asked via voice transmission.

Baili Zilin walked to the door and opened it.

The Netherworld Generals were outside blocking a white, chubby man. This man was likely of a high standing, evident from how the Netherworld Generals looked conflicted by his intrusion.

“Chen Hui, you have business with me?” Baili Zilin asked.

He had only stopped his cultivation because he could tell from the voice that the intruder was Chen Hui.

Chen Hui had always been hailed as the strongest prodigy of the Netherworld Sect’s conservative faction. In terms of standing, he was Baili Zilin’s equal, making the two of them rivals.

“Baili Zilin, are you out of your mind? Not only did you not repent over the farce with Xianhai Yu’er, but you’re even issuing a public challenge to Chu Feng now? As a Netherworld Sectmember, you should know better than to do things so flamboyantly! Are you trying to ruin our Netherworld Sect?” Chen Hui angrily pointed his finger at Baili Zilin and berated him.

He was displeased about the earlier incident with Xianhai Yu’er, especially since he thought that Baili Zilin was indirectly responsible for Song Yun’s plight.

And now, the challenge Baili Zilin issued to Chu Feng was an outright violation of their Netherworld Sect’s rules.

“Chen Hui, I’m warning you not to point at me with your finger,” Baili Zilin said.

“Are you threatening me? Baili Zilin, do you think you can act as you please just because you have a good father? Others might fear you, but not me!”

Chen Hui thought little of Baili Zilin’s threat. He even went further to grasp Baili Zilin’s neck.

Boom!

Baili Zilin suddenly appeared behind Chen Hui, grabbed the arm that the latter used to point at him earlier, and violently twisted it backward.

“Young master Zilin, this...”

The Netherworld Generals panicked.

“Are you attacking me now? Do you think you’re a match for me? Chen Hui, apologize to me right now, and I’ll let you off on the account that we’re from the same sect,” Baili Zilin sneered.

“Screw you!” Chen Hui sneered.

His aura surged forth, raising his cultivation to rank two True God level.

However, his face stiffened right after. To his astonishment, he realized that he couldn’t faze Baili Zilin despite having raised his cultivation.

“You’re thinking too highly of yourself,” Baili Zilin sneered.

With a slight exertion of force, he twisted Chen Hui’s arm off his shoulder with a gleeful smirk.

“Chen Hui, do you see the gap between us now? There’s no need to feel dismayed. I am the most talented prodigy in the world of cultivation, after all.”