Chapter 302: Who Is The Most Talented? (1/2)

Chapter 302: Who Is The Most Talented?

Ji Feng was riding a white cloud with his daoist robe fluttering in the snow. His sleeves were slightly rolled up and had a whisk in his hand. Despite his young age, he gave off an otherworldly aura.

It wasn’t just the heretical members who were shocked, so were the Dao Gate, the Beastmaster Camp, and the members of the royal family. Hong Mofang who had defeated seven heaven-defying geniuses in a row died to this young man?

Ji Feng! Everyone memorized this name. It looked like the pagoda still had many great prodigies. This Ji Feng might be its most talented member.

Even Princess Luofu who always had a stern expression revealed an enchanting smile at this moment.

“Are you the best genius of the Wanxiang Pagoda?” Liu Chengfeng showed a dark smile while posturing with both hands behind his back.

“Not right now.” Ji Feng stared him down.

“You aren’t?” Chengfeng’s brows slightly furrowed.

“Impossible, you can’t find a second like him with such talents at the pagoda!”

“Who is he trying to scare? If the geniuses from the pagoda were this strong, how could they have lost ten times in a row back at the sacred lake?”

The disciples from the Fourth Hall didn’t believe it either and thought that Ji Feng was the greatest prodigy in the Wanxiang Pagoda. At the very least, they wouldn’t be able to find someone stronger than him below Heaven’s Mandate.

Lightning seemingly flashed across Ji Feng’s eyes with a blinding power. The rest of the heretical disciples quickly closed their mouths and turned mute.

Ji Feng coldly spoke: “If the real genius of the Wanxiang Pagoda comes out, how can your heretical schools withstand him?”

Liu Chengfeng smiled and said: “Even your historical genius, Shi Yelai, has lost to our lord. Does the pagoda still have someone better than him?”

Ji Feng sneered: “Shi Yelai? Haha! Don’t you know that Shi Yelai lost to Feng Feiyun when they were at the same level?”

The heretical disciples began to curse again after the name Feng Feiyun was brought up. This name was taboo to them, but they were more afraid of people bringing up the phrase “nine dragons pillar”!

Ji Feng frankly admitted: “I have lost to Feng Feiyun as well.”

This was a resounding statement that stirred thousands of waves. The crowd was sent into an uproar.

Even though the heretics knew that the demon’s son was highly gifted and had been taken in by the Divine King as his successor, they didn’t know that he had defeated Shi Yelai before. Even the youth with his great cultivation ahead had just admitted his defeat to Feng Feiyun.

Just how terrifying was this son of the demon?

The heretical schools had just come out again, so many of them had only heard of their reputations without seeing them in person. If the Wanxiang Pagoda still had a genius with greater talents than Shi Yelai and Ji Feng, it would be quite horrifying.

“If my martial uncle was here, all of you heretical geniuses wouldn’t be his match!” Wang Meng’s shout echoed across the courtyard. He was sitting on a branch like a gorilla, almost crushing the apricot branch completely.

Bi Ningshuai was next to him like a skinny monkey. He was wearing a straw hat in order to hide his black face to prevent others from recognizing him.

He looked around as if trying to find someone. He thought that Feng Feiyun’s absence was strange under this situation. Why was he not here yet?

“Hmph, it is Feng Feiyun’s luck that he isn’t here. If he was, I would definitely take his life. My heretical schools have countless experts under Heaven’s Mandate. Hong Mofeng barely counts as one of the top ten, the real masters have yet to come out.”

The ten heretical lords were all at the Heaven’s Mandate level, the real force behind the curtains. Today, only grand achievement God Base experts were taking action, but Hong Mofeng was not close to being the strongest among them.

Ji Feng asked: “Who are these real masters then?”

“Me, Liu Chengfeng!” A cold response resounded.

Ji Feng felt a heavy mountain crashing down on him. The sky above his head darkened as a huge shadow came pressing down…

It really was a large mountain!

It had a total of five peaks with evil flames surging around it. It was shaped like a person’s palm with an eternal suppressive power.

This was one of the twelve great evil arts of the Senluo Temple, the “Boundless Palm Mountain.”

All twelve arts were matchless techniques. Each was profound, and once cultivated to a certain level, they could burn the sky and boil the sea as well as chase the stars and the moon.

The Boundless Palm Mountain was rumored to have been created by an evil monk. He used to be the leader of the Third Hall back when the Senluo Temple had yet to be divided. In that period, the Senluo Temple was the strongest among all heretical schools with a status comparable to the modern Jin Dynasty.

In that era, no one dared to disobey its will.

Liu Chengfeng had actually managed to cultivate this evil art successfully. A simple flip of his palm was able to unleash this burning mountain.