Yu Ziqi, carrying a sword box, leisurely sat on the city wall, clapping his hands and said, "It's truly boring. There are over thirteen thousand acres of Spirit Field in this city, and they seem to be growing quite well."
Feng Cheng struggled to get up from the ground, wobbled a bit but barely stood still. Then he directly spat a mouthful of blood foam in Yu Ziqi's direction, his eyes filled with resentment.
If it hadn't been for the sect sending people to rescue him in time during the Blood Tai Sui incident last time, he would have already been dead. Now, having already died once, what else did he have to fear?
"Yu Ziqi, right? You're indeed more powerful than this old man, reaching Nascent Soul Great Perfection at such a young age. But so what? Of those so-called geniuses, weren't there three already slain by my sect's Senior Brother Zhou Qing? You won't be bouncing for long either, sooner or later, you'll meet your end!"
Feng Cheng's face was full of mockery.
