Martial God Asura (Web Novel)
chapter-6088

Chapter 6088: The One Who Showed Up

There were so many cultivators in the sky that they looked like torrential rain frozen in place, and this was excluding those who had chosen to conceal themselves.

For instance, there was a humongous floating warship spanning the size of a huge island, but no one paid it any heed due to the formidable concealment formation cast on it. Others didn’t notice a thing even when the floating warship zoomed past them.

Hundreds of Netherworld Sectmembers stood on the warship’s deck, like an army ready to set off on command. They gave off an imposing air.

Two people stood at the forefront of this formation.

One was a white-haired elder dressed in a Netherworld General’s robes. He glared at the dueling ring like a ferocious beast eyeing its prey.

“Lord Yun Ao, there’s no need for this. I don’t intend to exact vengeance,” the young man beside the old man said. It was Chen Hui.

“He dared to touch you in public; this is a blatant disregard for our conservative faction! He might have triggered the red cloud phenomenon, but this arrogance is overboard. They have to give us an explanation for this!” Yun Ao hissed through clenched jaws.

Yun Ao was extremely powerful. He was the reason that the conservative faction’s higher-ups could go into closed-door training with ease of mind.

Being lazy, he refused to be promoted to Netherworld Marshall even though his strength had already reached the ranks of a Netherworld Marshall. Nevertheless, he still wielded great say in the conservative faction.

Chen Hui knew Yun Ao’s strength and temper; if he didn’t dissuade Yun Ao, today’s matter might escalate into an internal war.

“Lord Yun Ao.” Chen Hui flipped his palm over, presenting it to Yun Ao.

“What?” Yun Ao was confused.

“Place your hand on my hand,” Chen Hui replied.

“Huihui, you should remain an upstanding man even if Yun’er doesn’t like you. Don’t resort to this.” Yun Ao frowned.

“What are you uttering? Put your hand on mine. I’ll give you a surprise.”

Yun Ao skeptically placed his hand on Chen Hui’s. His eyes widened in shock, and a smile emerged on his lips. “You lost on purpose?”

“Let him do whatever he wants. He’ll suffer for his arrogance soon enough,” Chen Hui replied with a gleeful smile via voice transmission.

He didn’t know if there were spies from the new faction behind him.

Yun Ao understood the meaning behind Chen Hui’s gesture, so he switched to voice transmission too. “You lad! I was also wondering what was wrong. How could someone of your talent be this weak after advancing to True God?”

“Yun Ao, do you think Baili Zilin has the means to trigger the red cloud phenomenon?” Chen Hui asked.

“Our words don’t count. There are many witnesses.”

“I won’t believe it unless he triggers it before me.”

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out amidst the crowd outside.

The spirit power surrounding the dueling ring was dissipating, revealing a lonesome figure in the middle of the dueling ring. No one dared to make light of this individual.

Baili Zilin gave off the airs of a monstrously powerful prodigy.

“I, Baili Zilin, on behalf of the Netherworld Sect, welcome those who have traveled from near and far to witness my battle with Chu Feng.” Baili Zilin courteously clasped his fist toward the crowd.

The crowd was surprised as they hadn’t expected the notorious Netherworld Sect to know manners.

Baili Zilin swept his gaze across the crowd and said, “It’s almost time. I am standing before you as promised, but it looks like you may have made a wasted trip.”

He was implying that Chu Feng had chickened out.

“Indeed. It’s almost time, but where’s Chu Feng? Did he get scared?”

Baili Zilin’s words led the crowd to think that Chu Feng dared not fight him.

“Pui! How shameless can you get? Chu Feng just can’t be bothered to deal with you, but here you are, claiming that he dares not come,” Chen Hui spat.

“Huihui, you seem to have a high opinion of Chu Feng?” Yun Ao asked.

“I met Chu Feng before. His capabilities were limited then, but he grew swiftly and dominated the Nine Heavens’ Zenith within a short span. He should be around True God by now. Given his performance at the Nine Heavens’ Zenith, I wonder what made Baili Zilin think that he’d stand a chance against Chu Feng. Does he think that he’s the only prodigy in the world of cultivation, and everyone else is fodder?” Chen Hui remarked.

“Since you have met Chu Feng before, who will win if the two of you clash?” Yun Ao asked.

“I have a high opinion of Chu Feng, but there’s no way he can beat me,” Chen Hui replied confidently.

“That’s more like it!” Yun Ao was satisfied with that answer.

Baili Zilin’s prestige had soared in the Netherworld Sect after he triggered the red cloud phenomenon, but those from the conservative faction still had a higher opinion of Chen Hui.

While the two of them were chatting, the crowd became even more disgruntled.

It was already time, but Chu Feng was nowhere to be seen.

They had risked their lives to come here to witness history in the making, only to realize that they had made a wasted trip. It was inevitable that they would feel annoyed, and they vented their emotions on Chu Feng.

All kinds of grumbles echoed. Some even shouted that Chu Feng was undeserving of his reputation for not daring to show up for this fight.

Baili Zilin exploited this opportunity to ask aloud, “Chu Feng, are you not going to appear? Are you afraid of me despite being hailed as the number one prodigy of the world of cultivation?”

His goal was to build a reputation for himself.

It would be ideal if Chu Feng came; his victory over Chu Feng would reinforce his legacy.

But even if Chu Feng were absent, his reputation would still spread throughout the world of cultivation.

“S-s-shut your filthy mouth! The likes of you aren’t worthy of challenging my Brother Chu Feng!” a voice suddenly echoed from the crowd.

This person’s voice could be heard above the uproar, and his insults caught the crowd’s attention. The crowd quieted down and turned their gazes in the same direction.

There, they saw a man wearing flowery shorts scratching his crotch.

This man was unfazed by the attention on him; he raised his hand to flick something off before smelling it. It was only then that he finally turned to Baili Zilin.

“Baili Zilin, right? I, your dad Wang Qiang, will be your opponent.”