1868 Sect Leader of the Demonic Sword Sect

After someone cried out in surprise, everyone quickly spread out their divine wills. As expected, they saw that Zhang Feng's palm had been cut open by the sword light, and it was dripping with blood.

Everyone discovered that the wound that had been cut open was healing very slowly. With the recovery ability of Creators, even if their intestines were cut open, it would only take them a few minutes to recover.

At this moment, everyone realized that Chu Yunfan's casual attack was not as simple as they thought. Most importantly, they had discovered that he could injure a Creator. 

They had just experienced how terrifying Zhang Feng was. The overwhelming pressure made everyone feel despair. Before the slap landed, just the aura of the attack had severely injured everyone. If it landed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It was precisely because of this that Chu Yunfan, who could easily break through that terrifying attack and injure Zhang Feng, suddenly became mysterious in everyone's hearts.

Chu Yunfan was so calm before. Though Zhang Feng had come to kill him, he did not care. He probably had some trump card that he had not shown yet.

Zhang Feng's face was ashen as he looked at the blood that flowed out of his palm. After mobilizing his divine power to destroy the sword light contained in it, the wound on his hand recovered at an astonishing speed. He had never expected Chu Yunfan's counterattack to turn his attack into nothing. What was even more unexpected was that he was injured by Chu Yunfan.

For someone as proud as Zhang Feng, this was a great humiliation.

He was no stranger to Chu Yunfan. More than a year ago, Chu Yunfan's name suddenly jumped into the prodigy list, and he even rushed to the top 30, far above Zhang Feng himself. The uproar caused by the other prodigies when that happened far exceeded ordinary people's imagination.

No one knew better than Zhang Feng that after entering the prodigy list, the price one had to pay to advance one rank was unimaginable, or even impossible. Those who could enter the list were talented and looked down on their peers. They had many fortuitous encounters and had received the full nurturing of their sect. Everyone on the prodigy list had the capital to look down on others, and they were only strong and not weak. Under such circumstances, their original reliance was not worth mentioning.

Chu Yunfan, who had rushed from the top 100 to the 30th place, was truly unique. This was exciting, and many people began to go into seclusion with all their strength. It was simply a humiliation to be surpassed by a junior whose cultivation was far inferior to theirs.

Later, as a large number of prodigies entered the Creation Stage one after another, Chu Yunfan's ranking plummeted. It looked like it would not be long before he fell off the prodigy list.

In the eyes of the geniuses, this was a complete joke. They did not know what method Chu Yunfan had used to increase his combat strength and enter the prodigy list. He surpassed most of the prodigies in an instant. However, in the end, the gap still existed. As long as the prodigy charged forward, the gap would be widened in a short time.

Even Zhang Feng felt that Chu Yunfan was just a lucky person. A Cosmic was only a Cosmic after all. Even if they were both on the list, the difference was as big as heaven and earth.

This was the reason why he was so furious when he heard the report from Great Change Faith's disciples. Who was Chu Yunfan? How dare he look down on Great Change Faith and injure its disciples. He was simply courting death.

Zhang Feng wanted to rope in these ordinary Great Change Faith true disciples. The competition for followers in Great Change Faith was even more intense than in the Flying Celestials.

This would be an excellent way for him to increase his reputation. Stepping on the shoulders of someone on the prodigy list to increase one's reputation was the best.

Unfortunately, who knew that it would be a bad start? Chu Yunfan was more difficult to deal with than he thought.

"You only have some tricks up your sleeves. Yang Dengxian is more like it. Who do you think you are?" Zhang Feng laughed coldly. He then changed his mind. He no longer attacked casually like before. This time, his divine power was truly raised to the extreme.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure once again descended from the sky and covered the earth. It was several times stronger than before. Everyone in the restaurant immediately felt that it was difficult to breathe. It was as if someone was strangling their necks with a large hand. That feeling was really too uncomfortable.

Only Chu Yunfan wasn't affected. He just sneered and opened his palm. A sword light condensed into a palm-sized small sword on his palm. The small sword spun violently, and the sword light contained in it became more and more shocking.

"You're so noisy!"

Just as Chu Yunfan was about to attack, a crisp female voice rang out.

"Young masters, please stop!"

Along with this voice, a sharp aura swept over. The aura released by Zhang Feng disappeared without a trace under the sweep of this sharp aura.

Chu Yunfan and Zhang Feng turned their heads and saw a graceful figure in the air. It seemed slow but was actually fast. In just a moment, the figure arrived before Chu Yunfan.

It was a woman in her thirties. She had a pretty face and a graceful figure. However, what caught Chu Yunfan's attention was that this woman was carrying a long sword on her back. She was dressed in a short martial arts outfit. She was like a sword that had left its sheath and had a sharp aura.

'A Creator!'

Chu Yunfan and Zhang Feng instantly made a judgment. This woman was definitely a Creator. If not, she would not have been able to easily break through Zhang Feng's aura.

"Who are you?" Zhang Feng asked. His face was ashen. If he hadn't realized that this woman was very strong, almost on par with his, he would have gone crazy just because she dared to interfere and disperse his aura.

As a true disciple of one of the ten great sects, the Great Change Faith, Zhang Feng was extremely proud. He did not even put ordinary people in his eyes.

"I am Princess Yun Yang's sword attendant, Tertius." The woman nodded slightly.

When Zhang Feng heard this name, he frowned slightly. Suddenly, he thought of something and said, "No, your name isn't Tertius. I've seen you before. Aren't you the sect leader of the outer realms' Demonic Sword Sect, Liu Qingying?"

Zhang Feng's words caused an uproar.