Published: March 8, 2025
Below, Xie Zhiqiu was taken aback!
This Ou Kfeng had actually reached the ninth rank pinnacle of the imperial throne, only a step away from becoming a lord-level expert! Thinking of this, Xie Zhiqiu felt a sharp pain in his chest.
This bastard, with such a high cultivation level, still dared not come down to face a group of king level experts!
Above, Ou Kfeng had already started fighting with Chu Yang: “You’re just a brat who hasn’t even grown up yet, and you dare to invade my Ou Clan! I will annihilate you!”
“Not just invade, but to slaughter,” Chu Yang dodged repeatedly, sneering, “Coward! Just watch as your family turns into ruins! I’ll tell you, I have countless lord-level experts guarding me! If you dare to go all out, you will surely die.”
Ou Kfeng was taken aback and immediately withdrew his hands, angrily shouting, “Where are they? Where are they? Bring them out, and I will crush them one by one!”
Chu Yang was speechless.
He had seen many experts, but such a timid one was truly a rarity.
Ou Kfeng looked around, spreading his spiritual perception widely, searching carefully. After a long time, he suddenly began to laugh strangely: “You little brat, do you think I’m afraid just because you’re bluffing? Even if a supreme being were here today, you wouldn’t escape death.”
Chu Yang swallowed hard: just a moment ago, while Ou Kfeng was looking around, all the experts from the Ou family below had already been killed, and the last to die was that Grand Elder: he had been taken down by Gu Duxing and Dong Wushang, and before dying, he looked up with a gaze full of rage and helplessness, shouting, “Ancestral Patriarch…”
Ou Kfeng seemed oblivious, his gaze sliding off Chu Yang as he continued to search for the so-called “group of lord-level experts”…
Chu Yang was truly impressed! No wonder this guy could live long; it wasn’t without reason.
Ou Kfeng cautiously approached, his eyes glinting with fierce light.
Chu Yang’s eyes turned, and suddenly he waved his hand, shouting, “Go! Kill him!”
Ou Kfeng was startled, instantly leaping back ten zhang, returning to his original position, his palms crossed over his chest as he shouted, “Who is it?”
But after standing guard for a while, he found there was no shadow of anyone approaching. Looking back at Chu Yang, he saw that he was actually laughing so hard he was bending over. Realizing he had been tricked, his old face flushed, and in a fit of embarrassment and anger, he said, “You little brat! I’ll rip you apart!”
With a loud shout, his body swayed, leaving countless afterimages as he charged toward Chu Yang.
Chu Yang immediately felt an overwhelming pressure descending upon him, suddenly straightening his body, displaying a mocking smile, and waved his hand, saying, “What a good opportunity! Kill!”
Ou Kfeng yelled as he performed a somersault and leaped back.
Countless afterimages disappeared again. He returned to his original position, looking at Chu Yang in confusion.
Chu Yang burst into laughter.
This time it was a genuine laugh, truly unexpected that such a timid ninth rank imperial throne existed in this world! With just a gesture, a single sentence, he had scared him into becoming a startled bird from a bow; it was simply a joke…
Chu Yang even found it curious how such a cowardly person like Ou Kfeng could have reached his current cultivation level.
What he didn’t know was that Ou Kfeng had once been audacious enough to dare to steal Amethyst for three consecutive days; he had gone several times.
Until the last time, after walking the dark road too often, he ultimately encountered trouble, being pursued and captured by numerous people: locked in a dungeon, he had experienced almost all the cruel tortures in the world; then the Ou family had to take out almost all their possessions to rescue him.
Since that incident, his temperament changed drastically! He transformed into the present state of a startled bird, and even though he had engaged in seclusion for years, the psychological shadow from that time had never been erased.