Chapter 6087: The Day of the Challenge; Chu Feng’s Not Here?

Chapter 6087: The Day of the Challenge; Chu Feng’s Not Here?

Chapter 6087: The Day of the Challenge; Chu Feng’s Not Here?

“The strongest prodigy? You make me laugh. I dare you to kill me, Baili Zilin, or else I, Chen Hui, will exact vengeance for today.” Chen Hui’s anger remained unabated despite being curbed.

“Chen Hui, do you think I dare not kill you?”

Baili Zilin narrowed his eyes. A cold aura seeped out of his body as he raised his leg and stepped on Chen Hui, pushing the latter to kneel on the ground.

Chen Hui hissed in pain.

“Young master Zilin, you mustn’t!”

The Netherworld Generals panicked.

“Shut up! This is no place for you to talk!” Baili Zilin roared in anger.

Faced with his cold eyes, the Netherworld General dared not to say a word.

“Stop,” a voice suddenly echoed.

Oppressive might enveloped the area, and Baili Zilin found himself freezing in place.

All the Netherworld Generals kneeled and kowtowed, saying, “Paying respect to Netherworld Marshall!”

The person who had just arrived was Netherworld Marshall Jimo Qianzhou.

Baili Zilin was forced to release Chen Hui under Jimo Qianzhou’s suppression. Even though Jimo Qianzhou was his father’s subordinate, he only acted arrogantly toward Jimo Qianzhou privately; he still observed the rules in front of outsiders.

He stood obediently by the side, his head lowered like a child who had done wrong. He even sheepishly called out, “Paying respect to Netherworld Marshall.”

Chen Hui stood up and fixed his broken arm. He was infuriated, but he didn’t let his emotions get the better of him and attack Baili Zilin.

“Young master Zilin, why did you attack young master Chen Hui?” Jimo Qianzhou asked.

Chen Hui replied before Baili Zilin could say a thing, “It’s nothing. We were sparring.”

Baili Zilin was taken aback.

“I’ll be taking my leave if there’s nothing else.”

“Of course it’s for the Netherworld Sect,” Jimo Qianzhou replied.

“It looks to me that you’re trying to tarnish our Netherworld Sect’s reputation,” Chen Hui replied as he continued walking away.

“What do you mean by that?” Jimo Qianzhou asked.

“You don’t know Chu Feng. You better pray he doesn’t come, or else you’ll become sinners of our Netherworld Sect.”

Chen Hui had already left, but his words echoed in the corridor.

Jimo Qianzhou frowned.

Baili Zilin sneered in disdain, “That fool.”

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Soon, it was the day of the duel between Baili Zilin and Chu Feng.

The duel was held at the Bloodline Galaxy’s Ignition Pulse Village. It was the same place where the Nine Heavens’ Zenith was last hosted.

The place was crowded with people, though the crowd was not even a tenth of the Nine Heavens’ Zenith. This was an event hosted by the Netherworld Sect, and the Netherworld Sect was synonymous with danger to most.

But there was no lack of people who didn’t fear death in the world of cultivation, or else there wouldn’t have been so many people gathered here.

“It is the Netherworld Sect! They have appeared in public!”

“How strong is Baili Zilin, for him to dare challenge Chu Feng that monster to a duel?”

The crowd discussed fervently as they looked at the massive dueling ring in the sky.

The dueling ring was massive, but it was still partially concealed behind a sealing formation. Netherworld Sectmembers, identifiable from their unique dress-up, were stationed around the dueling ring, preventing anyone from approaching it.

“It’s almost time. Will Chu Feng come?”

“We’d have made a wasted trip if he doesn’t come.”

Chu Feng remained nowhere to be seen even though it was almost time.

The spectators, who had crossed galaxies to get here in spite of the danger to watch this historic battle, were getting impatient.