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"So you're that bastard son of Li Chengfeng, huh?"

There's an old saying: don't point out people's flaws when insulting them, and don't hit them in the face when striking them. Chen Feng's words were venomous to the extreme, almost tantamount to slapping Li Xiaoyao across the face.

All eight sects of Xuan Country now knew that Li Chengfeng had found his long-lost eldest son of twenty-eight years and that this son possessed an extremely terrifying talent for cultivation, with an incredibly high cultivation level.

Yet, in Chen Feng's mouth, the son became a bastard, which was indeed venomous speech.

Li Xiaoyao's face was brimming with murderous intent, his visage cloaked in gathering storm clouds, filled with uncontainable killing intent.

So what if Chen Feng was from the ancient Rakshasa Sect? If he dared to touch Li Xiaoyao's raw nerve, there would only be one outcome: death!

"Big brother Li, don't be impulsive, the other party is a disciple of the Rakshasa Sect." Nangong Ling'er tugged at Li Xiaoyao's sleeve. She knew well what kind of person Li Xiaoyao was—if things didn't go his way, he was ready to come to blows. That was exactly him.

Now, facing a Chen Feng who was even more arrogant than he was, the two were like a needle matched against a strand of wheat, poised to erupt in a massive battle at any moment.

When Chen Feng saw Nangong Ling'er, his eyes lingered on her.

"This woman is not bad," said Chen Feng. "Give her to me as a concubine, and I might just spare your life today."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Xuan was enraged: "She is of the Nangong Family. How dare you covet her?"

"The Nangong Family of Xuan Country? Hmph, in front of my Rakshasa Sect, it's not just your Nangong Family I disregard, even if your Nangong Family joined forces with the Li Family, I wouldn't bat an eye. If you're smart, hand over the woman. Otherwise, today, I'll ensure you don't return in one piece," Chen Feng spoke, his words filled with unbridled arrogance.

The other sects and clans, seeing Chen Feng's arrogance, could not help but silently lament.

They had thought Li Xiaoyao was arrogant enough, but compared to the Chen Feng before them, Li Xiaoyao seemed meek.

This Chen Feng perfectly embodied the very definition of arrogance and despotism.

Nangong Ling'er, still holding onto Li Xiaoyao's sleeve, tightened her grip, fury apparent in her beautiful eyes as she said, "You are shameless!"

"Heh, shameless?" chuckled Chen Feng. "Little girl, this isn't called shamelessness, this is called strength. I possess a strength your family can't resist. All you can do is accept your fate. Why? Because your Nangong Family is no match for my Rakshasa Sect. Only the strong have the right to speak."

"Are you done talking?" Li Xiaoyao lifted his eyelids, his tone indifferent.

"Hmm?" Chen Feng looked at Li Xiaoyao with some surprise and said, "What, do you really intend to fight me? Hmph, do you think, with your little achievements in the Human Realm, that you're worthy to challenge me? Even the most ordinary disciple of my Rakshasa Sect can easily clinch first place in the Human Realm. Your accomplishments are nothing to be proud of."

"Indeed, these accomplishments aren't something to boast about. But…" Li Xiaoyao's eyes condensed with a frosty killing intent as he pronounced each word, "they are enough to kill you!"

"Fine, if you, the bastard son, seek death, then I shall grant it to you."

Chen Feng took a step forward, incredibly leaping into the air with an eerie grace, his whole body standing suspended without the aid of any external force.

"Mentalist!"

"He's actually a Mentalist!"

"No wonder he's from an ancient sect; every one of them is a Mentalist."

"This ancient sect is truly terrifying."

Among ordinary cultivators, out of a hundred or a thousand, there might be one Mentalist, but in this ancient sect, every single person was a Mentalist.

But thinking it over, the crowd seemed to come to terms with it in their hearts.

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After all, Ancient Sects are so powerful that the disciples they recruit and nurture are certainly the crème de la crème. Mentalists, who are extremely rare in the eyes of outsiders, become the norm within these sects.

Li Xiaoyao immediately stepped forward, but just as he was preparing to fight Chen Feng, Nangong Ling'er suddenly grabbed him, voicing her concern with anxiety, "Big Brother Li, be careful."

Li Xiaoyao gave her a reassuring smile, saying, "Don't worry, I'll kill him."

"Xiaoyao, be cautious. If you can't defeat him, come back immediately," Li Yunchen said solemnly.

On the surface, Chen Feng's cultivation level was the pinnacle of the Spirit Cultivation Realm, but his overall combat power was absolutely comparable to the Golden Core Realm. Although they had heard about Li Xiaoyao's feats from Li Chengfeng, they had never actually seen him in action, which is why Li Yunchen was so worried.

Li Xiaoyao nodded, replying, "I understand."

"Have you prepared your last words? Once you're done, come over and accept your death!" Chen Feng taunted with mad laughter.

Li Xiaoyao also took a step forward, and just like his opponent, he stood suspended in the air.

To Chen Feng's surprise, he said, "I didn't expect you to be a Mentalist too. But so what if you are? You are just an ordinary cultivator, so how could you possibly know the cultivation and attack methods of a Mentalist?"

Shaking his head, Chen Feng continued, "Today, I will show you just how vast the gap is between you ordinary cultivators and the disciples of the Rakshasa Sect."

"Shut up!" Li Xiaoyao found this man to be speaking too much nonsense.

Chen Feng seemed intent on toying with Li Xiaoyao. Instead of immediately casting spells, he kept his lips tightly shut, his cheeks puffing up in an instant, and the next moment, a sound, though not very large, released from his mouth.

"Roar!!!"

This was a type of attack method used by Mentalists, a sonic attack.

The spiritual power is transformed into sound waves to launch an attack.

This type of attack inflicts tremendous damage on cultivators. The harm lies in the impact it has on one's spiritual power and soul. Ordinary cultivators, if they fail to avoid it in time or are unable to formulate a counterstrategy promptly, can find their brains going blank in the instant of that roar.

Keep in mind that for powerful cultivators, every single second in battle is incredibly precious. A lapse into blankness is almost akin to a death sentence.

The invisible sound waves spread through the air, warping the space in front of Chen Feng as if it twisted and surged towards Li Xiaoyao at high speed.

Li Xiaoyao remained unmoved, not even flinching or fighting back in the face of Chen Feng's attack.

His composure, as seen by Chen Feng, was construed as pretend calmness, a sign of not knowing how to counter.

The sonic attack approached Li Xiaoyao and dissipated instantly as if it had hit an invisible barrier.

Chen Feng watched this scene in a daze, and in astonishment, he said, "How is this possible?"

Below them, Xia Li saw this unfold, and with furrowed brows, she warned, "Chen Feng, be careful!"

"Be careful?" A cold smile tipped the corners of Li Xiaoyao's mouth as he said, "Too late!"

Chen Feng sensed a hint of danger. He suddenly realized that the bastard before him had a strength far different from what he had anticipated.

Chen Feng dared not hold back any longer. With hands forming incantations, he immediately began to cast spells.

Li Xiaoyao did not rush to act either, but stood there silently watching Chen Feng, who was a little panicked and flustered, casting his incantations.

"You're too arrogant!" Seeing Li Xiaoyao stand with crossed arms, seemingly waiting for his move, Chen Feng felt his self-esteem greatly insulted. He nearly roared, "You bastard, filled with such arrogance, watch as my spell scatters your soul to the winds!"

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