Just a Mortal Star Cultivator

As the question rang out, the group suddenly drew their swords and bent their bows, as if facing some great calamity. The atmosphere inexplicably became tense.

*I'm not a demon, is such a grand formation really necessary?*

Seeing their posture, Yi Feng lowered his eyes in speechless exasperation and responded.

"My name is Yi Feng. I have no prestigious background, just a cultivator from a Mortal Star."

"Today, I am your opponent."

Yi Feng?

A cultivator from a Mortal Star?

The group listened with blank expressions, looking at each other in silence for a long time.

They had assumed this person might have some significant background, perhaps even a reclusive expert from some hidden place. They hadn't expected him to be a nameless nobody, and an ant from a Mortal Star at that...

Suddenly.

The originally tense atmosphere dissipated considerably, and their eyes filled with confusion.

The person Guo Jiannan brought was actually so worthless? Did the Invincible Sword Venerable really treat an ant as a scapegoat?

That shouldn't be right.

While the group exchanged doubtful glances, the leading Pavilion Elder was also muttering to himself in deep thought.

"Yi Feng, Yi Feng..."

After murmuring a few words, he felt the name sounded increasingly familiar.

Sizing up the motionless young man, he also looked somewhat familiar.

Suddenly.

He seemed to recall something, and a gleam flashed in his eyes!

"You are Yi Feng?!"

"On that day, it was you who walked out of the Demon-Suppressing Prison together with Guo Jiannan!"

Yi Feng did not respond, but the others were reminded by these words and spoke up one after another.

"I remember now, it really is him!"

"Is he a descendant of Guo Jiannan?"

"Right, right, right! Previously, Yuwen Qianyue also mentioned that there was indeed a person claiming to be from a Mortal Star. Looking closely, it is this person!"

"So he is Guo Jiannan's descendant. No wonder he is willing to come and send himself to his death!"

"Turns out it was a false alarm..."

The group grew more animated as they spoke, their faces full of realization.

Gradually, they seemed to regain some confidence.

Yi Feng, however, was confused by what he heard.

*What is the situation?*

*I haven't said more than a few words, yet my generation has been lowered, and I've inexplicably become Old Guo's descendant? They are speaking with such certainty, as if it were the absolute truth.*

*How can they bullshit so convincingly?*

*What a bunch of freaking weirdos!*

Before Yi Feng could speak, the leader of the opposing group waved his sleeve in disdain!

"Humph."

"I thought it was some important figure, but it turns out to be just a junior!"

"Guo Jiannan is indeed not what he used to be. It's one thing that his cultivation cannot return to its peak, but to use a junior's life to delay us—such a clumsy and despicable scheme is truly shameful. He really has fallen into the Devil Path!"

"The Invincible Sword Venerable is a thing of the past; there is only Devil Guo in this world now!"

As he spoke, the man looked sideways with a solemn expression and issued an order.

"Everyone!"

"This is the stratagem of 'luring the tiger away from the mountain.' We must not delay any longer! There is no need to care about this ant; just leave one person behind to deal with him. Quickly pursue Devil Guo, we absolutely cannot let him rescue the Tree Demon!"

"If both demons escape, how will we explain it to the Island Master!"

As his deep voice fell, everyone responded in unison.

"What Elder Chen says is extremely true!"

One of them stepped forward from the ranks, clasping his fists with a look of arrogance as he accepted the order.

"Elder Chen, you and our colleagues go ahead to capture Old Devil Guo. For this ant, I alone am enough to exterminate him!"

The leader nodded upon hearing this.

"Mm."

"Although your cultivation is slightly weaker, it is enough to kill this kid!"

With just a few hurried words, they never placed Yi Feng in their eyes. This group of faces bore looks of arrogance, their fighting intent reserved solely for capturing Guo Jiannan. The solitary old man left behind looked steady and calm as he walked straight toward Yi Feng.

Seeing this, the crowd turned around, ready to leave.

Who knew that before they could even set off, a loud explosion suddenly erupted behind them!

"Bang!"

A deep sound exploded, and waves of air rolled forth!

Terrifying shockwaves blasted against their backs, startling everyone into stopping in their tracks!

*Impossible...*

*How could Old Li possess such fierce power?*

When the crowd turned around.

They saw that the ground was already a pool of blood and water. Only Yi Feng stood quietly as before. The old man who had just stepped forward had long since been reduced to minced meat and scattered remains!

Instantly, everyone's shock and suspicion intensified, their eyes widening into circles!

"Hiss..."

"This is impossible!"

Even the leading Pavilion Elder, who had regained his composure, suddenly had a grave expression on his face!

He sized up Yi Feng once again.

Seeing that this young man was unstained by even a speck of dust, looking nothing like someone who had just struck a blow, yet seemingly able to exterminate an elder without blowing away the dust—his cultivation was truly extraordinary.

Facing the intense stares of the group, Yi Feng simply spoke calmly.

"I said, your opponent is me."

The familiar words rang out again, but the feeling was vastly different. It was as if a terrifying pressure was surging toward them, startling the forest edge into extreme silence!

At this moment.

The leading Pavilion Elder's face grew increasingly gloomy, and his tone as he stared coldly became much more chilling.

"I didn't expect that this old man would still misjudge someone."

"No wonder Old Devil Guo left you here. It turns out you have such cultivation. You are clearly no ordinary person, yet you claimed to be a cultivator from a Mortal Star to show weakness to the enemy. Your schemes are truly deep!"

These words were spoken almost through gritted teeth.

The others also wore expressions of killing intent, looking as if they had fallen for a huge trap, suddenly becoming angry out of humiliation!

This posture was really something else.

Those who didn't know better would think they had suffered some great injustice.

Yi Feng grew more annoyed the more he listened, and casually declared war.

"Cut the crap, come on."

His tone was casual, causing the leading Pavilion Elder to erupt with rage. However, he was no ordinary person and wouldn't let anger rush to his head. He simply gritted his teeth, nodded, and laughed aloud.

"Good, good."

"It seems you really don't put us in your eyes. The younger generation is indeed to be feared!"

In the gaps between his words, he secretly transmitted his voice to the group.

"Everyone!"

"This kid has profound cultivation; we absolutely cannot be careless! Later, we must attack with full force, kill him together, and then go pursue Old Devil Guo!"

"This battle is extremely dangerous; we must not hold anything back!"

This group of people had worked together for many years and had tacit understanding.

With just an exchange of glances, they understood each other's thoughts. They all began to circulate their cultivation in secret; various magical treasures emerged, and terrifying trump cards were revealed all at once!

In an instant.

Terrible ancient power gathered like a flood. Even the bright moon in the sky was obscured by churning clouds, causing the heavens and earth to change color and the stars and moon to lose their light!

The earth began to tremble, and the air became as cold as ice!

In just a few breaths, their stance was fully prepared. Treasures shone with lights of various colors—the special effects were flashy and incredibly imposing!

Watching all of this.

Yi Feng was already used to it and didn't have much expectation.

Judging by past experience, the more intimidating something looked, the weaker it actually was. Especially those who looked down on others with their nostrils—they were absolute trash.

Facing this bunch, he didn't even have the interest to yield a single move.

He casually pulled out his big machete and, matching the atmosphere, gave it a gentle wave.

As expected.

The hand rose and the blade fell, crisp as always.

After a few "crack" sounds, the clamoring small fry all fell in response, turning into cold corpses. Only the terror in their eyes retained a few traces of their lingering life.

"Sigh, why do I always encounter this kind of trash? Life is truly as lonely as snow."

Yi Feng shook his head helplessly and slowly put away the big machete.

He raised his eyes to gaze at the Red Moon Forest in the distance. Seeing no movement, he assumed Brother Guo hadn't broken the formation yet, so he could only wait patiently.

He stood quietly for a long time, bored to death.

Yi Feng noticed the mangled corpses scattered all around. Adhering to his principle of never letting anything go to waste, he decided to sweep the battlefield while he was at it. He began looking for any spoils of war he could scavenge—considering it nothing more than a service fee for his trouble...