Zhao Yuwei frowned slightly when she saw that he was only defending and had not launched any offensive attacks.
Sheathed his sword and stepped back to a distance, staring intently into Xiao Feng's eyes: "Why did you humiliate me?"
Even bystanders could see that Xiao Feng's actions had absolutely no offensive power.
From below the stage, Su Xueqing watched the situation unfold with a smile on her face.
She actually wished for a life-or-death duel between the two, so that she could rightfully sit in front of Xiao Feng.
Bai Zhao frowned slightly when he saw Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei fighting like this.
"What exactly is going on?"
She didn't believe that someone like Xiao Feng was a lecherous man, so naturally she couldn't believe that he had his eye on Zhao Yuwei.
The other disciples stared blankly at the two who hadn't made a move, unable to react for a long time: "What on earth is going on?"
"I don't believe this god of death can change his personality."
"In my opinion, he's just after Zhao Yuwei's beauty and wants to use this trick to win her heart."
Seeing Zhao Yuwei's angry expression, Xiao Feng knew perfectly well that she was expecting him to make a move.
He slowly opened his right hand, about to unleash the Water Curtain Heavenly Splendor.
He glanced at Su Xueqing sideways and realized he couldn't use that tactic.
If Zhao Yuwei discovers his identity, it won't just be him who's in danger; Zhao Yuwei herself will likely be in danger as well.
With his current strength, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to fight against Su Xueqing.
However, if he were to deal with Su Mu, Su Mu would probably only need to take him down in one or two moves, or even without lifting a finger.
Gently stroking the ring in his hand, he took out the rotten wooden staff from it.
He looked up at Zhao Yuwei again and said, "You're the one who asked me to take this out. I didn't want to lay a hand on you."
When Zhao Yuwei saw Xiao Feng take out his weapon, her face was full of malice: "Come on, I want to see who is stronger between us."
"call out..."
His body transformed into a streak of light, hurtling fiercely towards him, seemingly intent on killing him.
Xiao Feng placed the rotten wooden staff on his face and snorted coldly, "You haven't improved at all."
Having been in the Upper Realm for so long, she hasn't even gained any strength.
"Pfft..."
The rotten wooden staff snapped in two and was caught in Xiao Feng's hand.
The sect disciples were overjoyed to see that Zhao Yuwei could break Xiao Feng's weapon with just one strike: "Haha, this attack... hit!"
"Without weapons, I'd like to see what you're capable of doing against me."
Seeing this, Bai Junhao gently stroked the white beard on his chin and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, with such strength, you'll definitely take the championship."
Judging from his appearance, he clearly believed that he should be defeated if he didn't have a weapon.
Little did they know that the rotten wooden staff was quite different from other weapons, and that it was not ineffective just because it was broken.
The decaying wooden staff was reassembled, and their power gradually merged together.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, the rotten wooden staff transformed back into a complete weapon.
As they watched the weapon in Xiao Feng's hand gradually return to its original state, their eyes widened in shock: "What... what exactly happened?"
He never expected that the broken weapon would be able to recover; it was quite strange.
Xiao Feng saw Zhao Yuwei focusing her gaze on him, twirled his rotten wooden staff in his hand, and chuckled, "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Use them."
"you!"
He channeled his spiritual power into the weapon once more, and his body transformed into a streak of light as he charged at him again.
Judging from her expression, she clearly regarded Xiao Feng as a dead man.
"Pfft..."
With another sword strike, the weapon was cleaved in two. Zhao Yuwei's power showed no sign of stopping, as it continued to devour his head.
If you were hit by this blow, you would probably be torn to pieces by the force.
Xiao Feng knew her power, so he stomped his foot hard on the ground and retreated rapidly to the edge like a wild goose.
Seeing that he showed no intention of making a move, Zhao Yuwei's anger flared up.
"I refuse to believe that I can't even kill you."
He brandished his weapon in front of him, creating a sword flower, and thrust it fiercely towards Xiao Feng.
Judging from her appearance, she clearly had no intention of letting Xiao Feng go.
"Bang..."
The two exchanged blows in mid-air, and both were forced to retreat several steps.
Xiao Feng hid his hands behind his back and shook them forcefully to conceal the power.
He glared angrily at Zhao Yuwei: "Are you really going to kill me?"
"Life and death are determined by fate, that's what you said."
She had never forgotten that Xiao Feng had used this very move to kill two righteous people yesterday.
Seeing the murderous look on her face, Xiao Feng knew he couldn't hold back.
Otherwise, with his limited strength, he would probably have died here.
Su Xueqing's voice came from below: "Xiao Feng, if you don't make a move soon, I'll have to collect your corpse."
They came here to cause trouble; it would be a bit much if they did nothing.
Xiao Feng turned around and looked at Su Xueqing, his face full of anger.
How could he not know that this person was stirring up trouble? Unfortunately, now was not the best time to make a move.
While she was thinking, Zhao Yuwei found an opportunity and attacked him fiercely.
Judging from the sword intent she was wielding, it was clear she intended to take her life.
"Bang..."
Another palm strike was exchanged, and the evil desires within him were instantly drawn up.
With her eyes quietly closed, Zhao Yuwei looked at Xiao Feng with curiosity, then looked down at her palms: "Why do I feel a familiar aura on you?"
Unfortunately, Xiao Feng never used his own power from beginning to end, so Zhao Yuwei had no way of discerning it.
When he opened his eyes again, a murderous intent gradually burst forth from them.
"If you use the same power against me again, I won't hold back."
Seeing that Xiao Feng seemed to be about to use his real strength, she said with a cold glint in her eyes, "If you want to kill, then kill. Why all this nonsense? Come on."
"call out..."
He increased his speed, and swung the sword down from above, aiming straight for his face.
But this time was completely different from before, and Xiao Feng had no intention of letting her go, so he struck her hard with a palm.
"clang..."
As the weapon and her hand collided, Zhao Yuwei felt an extremely powerful force strike her, sending her flying backward a considerable distance.
Below the stage, the crowd stared in shock as Xiao Feng sent someone flying with a single palm strike: "What... what exactly happened?"
They had never expected such a thing to happen, and a sense of unease welled up in their hearts.
"call out..."
Zhao Yuwei slowly opened her eyes and was shocked to find Xiao Feng standing in front of her.
If he were to strike hard with that palm, my life would surely be in his hands.
Seeing the palm getting closer and closer to him, Xiao Feng suddenly pulled that power into his palm, leaving it in place.
She couldn't miss such an opportunity. The sword spirit flew out from the blade and fiercely stabbed at Xiao Feng.
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