Hearing Xu Chuan's inquiry, the man arrogantly replied, "Why shouldn't I tell you?"
"I am Shen Changfeng, the Holy Son of the Misty Holy Land, without changing my name or surname!"
After speaking, he looked up at the sky, not deigning to even glance at Xu Chuan.
"Heh, anyone can be a Holy Son now."
"It seems this so-called Misty Holy Land is also trash."
Xu Chuan sneered derisively.
With a bit of strength, they lose all sense of direction, daring to be the first to stick their necks out in any situation.
For such people, Xu Chuan didn't mind teaching them a lesson.
It would also help establish his own authority.
And make others retreat.
Xu Chuan was deliberately provoking him, waiting to see if he would fall for it.
"You're seeking death!"
The martial artist named Shen Changfeng, upon hearing Xu Chuan's mockery, instantly flew into a rage.
As a prodigy and a strong cultivator, he never lacked sycophants and had never been subjected to such ridicule.
The other party clearly didn't take him seriously.
Even the Holy Land behind him was insulted along with him.
How could he tolerate this?
"No matter who you are, daring to insult me and my Holy Land, you must die today!"
"No one can save you!"
Shen Changfeng spat out dire threats, his face dark and ferocious, clearly at the peak of his anger.
After uttering these words, his aura erupted, and the Yuan force within him surged.
Instantly, the surrounding void resonated.
For a moment, it felt as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.
And at this very moment, Shen Changfeng attacked, his fist striking across space, relentlessly crushing towards Xu Chuan.
The terrifying aura made the weaker martial artists around them tremble, looking at Shen Changfeng in horror, afraid of being caught in the fallout.
Shen Changfeng also wore a ferocious smile, as if he already saw Xu Chuan being annihilated by his punch.
However, facing this punch, Xu Chuan showed no expression at all.
Even Qu Wushang, who had forcibly raised himself to the Half-Emperor level, was no match for him and was easily crushed.
Now, a mere trash who hadn't even reached the eighth level of the Heavenly King Realm dared to bare his teeth at him?
It was utterly laughable!
He clearly didn't know how to write the word "death"!
Xu Chuan's robes fluttered as he slowly raised a hand.
Shen Changfeng's fist instantly landed on Xu Chuan's palm.
With a resounding boom.
Terrifying energy dispersed, and blinding light made it impossible to open one's eyes.
The imagined scene of shattered bones and flying flesh did not occur.
Shen Changfeng was stunned.
He couldn't believe that Xu Chuan had so easily caught his punch.
He was completely unharmed, not even a corner of his clothes was ruffled.
"Is this all you've got?"
"How disappointing!"
Xu Chuan's words were like a death knell, instantly pulling Shen Changfeng back from his daze.
Immediately after, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
Xu Chuan gently pushed his palm forward.
Crack!
A sound of bone breaking echoed.
Then Shen Changfeng saw his punching arm bend backward at a grotesque angle, bone fragments piercing his skin and exposed.
"Ah!"
Shen Changfeng, realizing what had happened too late, let out a painful howl, blood splattering everywhere. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Boring, truly boring."
Xu Chuan flicked his palm, shaking off the droplets of blood, and spoke indifferently.
He had easily neutralized the opponent's attack and instantly incapacitated him, yet he remained composed, appearing like a refined young master.
Xu Chuan's actions truly shocked the martial artists present.
"Such terrifying strength!"
"Do we still have a chance to contend with him?"
"No, I'm afraid of dying!"
In an instant, martial artists with lower cultivation than Shen Changfeng were intimidated by Xu Chuan and abandoned the idea of competing for opportunities.
They even took out their tokens, ready to retreat from the Void Immortal Realm at any moment.
As for those whose tokens lacked a teleportation function, they also took a few steps back, preparing to flee at any moment.
After all, no matter how great the opportunity, one must have life to claim it!
What was the use of obtaining an opportunity if one lost their life?
"Ah!"
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Not only did he fail to harm Xu Chuan, but he was also beaten in return and then subjected to such mockery. Shen Changfeng had completely lost his mind to rage.
Ignoring his injuries, he charged at Xu Chuan recklessly, intent on perishing with him.
Seeing this, Xu Chuan sighed, "I intended to spare your life, but since you are seeking your own death, you can't blame me!"
Xu Chuan hadn't intended to kill him; he merely wanted to teach him a lesson and establish his authority.
He had already achieved the desired effect, and as long as Shen Changfeng retreated, he wouldn't have continued to attack.
However, Shen Changfeng, blinded by his rage, hadn't considered any of this.
His only thought now was to kill Xu Chuan and wash away his shame.
Alas, Xu Chuan had no choice but to send him on his way!
Whoosh!
The Prison Suppressing Demonic Blade vibrated, transforming into a streak of crimson light, and cleaved down towards Shen Changfeng's head.
Seeing this, Shen Changfeng was terrified, and the fear of death instantly descended upon him.
He hurriedly took out his weapon and held it above his head to block, even forcing his injured arm straight despite the pain.
However.
All of this was in vain.
The Prison Suppressing Demonic Blade struck down with immense force. His mere Heavenly-grade weapon was utterly useless.
With a resounding boom, the weapon shattered into pieces scattered across the ground.
Shen Changfeng was also forced to his knees by the terrifying might of the Prison Suppressing Demonic Blade, looking up at the descending blade in terror.
At this moment, he had lost all his previous arrogance.
He wished to resist, but was unable to mount any effective defense.
The Prison Suppressing Demonic Blade landed upon him.
Shen Changfeng's head flew into the sky.
His blood and soul were absorbed by the Prison Suppressing Demonic Blade, becoming sustenance to strengthen it.
The surrounding martial artists watched this scene in utter dread.
Shen Changfeng didn't even have the chance to use his token to escape, dying here just like that.
The Prison Suppressing Demonic Blade returned to Xu Chuan's hand.
Drops of blood dripped from the tip of the blade, adding a bloodthirsty aura to Xu Chuan.
"Does anyone else have any objections to my words?"
As he spoke, Xu Chuan's aura erupted, comparable to that of a Half-Emperor, instantly pressing down on the martial artists present, making it impossible for them to lift their heads.
Those who had already harbored thoughts of retreat instantly activated their tokens and teleported away.
The rest also fled as quickly as they could.
Suddenly, the place became deserted, with only Xu Chuan and the Void Bridge remaining.