The entire hall was eerily silent, not a single person daring to utter a word!
The dozens of powerhouses from Black Island were all overwheld by Yi Feng’s terrifying aura. None of them had expected that this Yi Feng would be even more formidable than the rumors suggested!
Even if he was about to stir up a catastrophe, none of them dared to speak up and dissuade him.
Every soul present was drowned in overwhelming shock.
The two won behind Yi Feng were even more shaken, their hearts surging with awe at his indomitable presence. They engraved this domineering scene—where a single word silenced the crowd—deep into their mories.
Gazing at the deathly silence around him, Yi Feng wasn’t the least bit surprised.
These people had always revered the Fishn like gods, enduring humiliation without daring to resist—typical bullies who cower before true strength. Now that they faced soone unyielding, they naturally backed down.
Yi Feng couldn’t be bothered with them.
But with dozens of witnesses surrounding him, they were the perfect spectators. If he touched Lu Shuyao now, word would undoubtedly reach the Fishn Prince’s ears!
Provoking the Fishn in full view of everyone—what could be more effective?
This was a flawless plan.
Yi Feng couldn’t help but admire his own brilliance. Without hesitation, he took Lu Shuyao’s hand once more.
The mont their warmth connected, Lu Shuyao’s face filled with disbelief, her eyes a mix of shock and bashfulness.
Once the exalted Divine Maiden of the Treasure Pavilion, she had countless admirers, yet none had ever dared to lay a finger on her. Now, reduced to a so-called "Celestial Maiden," even fewer would dare to approach her.
In private, it might have been one thing.
But in front of everyone?
For soone to hold her hand was tantamount to courting death!
The audacity of this life-risking act made Lu Shuyao’s heart pound like a drum. At the sa ti, an inexplicable warmth spread through her chest, leaving her standing there in a daze, too overwheld to pull her jade-like hand away—even under the scrutiny of so many eyes.
The scene unfolded too suddenly.
The dozens of powerhouses around them gaped in disbelief!
Was Yi Feng truly this bold?
This was a blatant challenge to the Third Prince’s authority, right before everyone’s eyes!
Even Island Master Shi Tianchuan’s pupils trembled in shock!
If it were anyone else, he would have dismissed them as reckless fools, throwing their lives away for a woman—utterly laughable and unworthy of attention.
But Yi Feng was no ordinary man.
This man’s cultivation was terrifying, honed over countless years to reach such unfathomable heights. The fleeting glories of the mortal world held no allure for him.
How could such an existence be swayed by re lust?
Now, with the entire island’s elite as witnesses, Yi Feng was deliberately provoking the Third Prince. There had to be a deeper aning behind this!
Such a calculated move could never be re recklessness.
Shi Tianchuan’s expression grew graver, his eyes filled with silent contemplation.
Seeing even the Island Master so wary, who among the others would dare speak up? Dozens of gazes brimd with apprehension, lost in speculation and shock.
The hall fell into absolute silence.
Yi Feng remained oblivious to their thoughts.
He only felt that his brilliant plan—holding Lu Shuyao’s hand in public—had worked quite well.
The deed was done, the witnesses were in place. Once they reported this, that twisted Third Prince would surely co seeking trouble. Now, he just needed to fan the flas a little more!
With that in mind, Yi Feng tightened his grip on Lu Shuyao’s hand and swept a cold gaze across the crowd.
"Today, I am taking Lu Shuyao away. Does anyone dare to object?"
"If anyone has a problem with it, feel free to report it to the Heavenly Dragon rfolk!"
His voice bood like thunder.
It was practically an open declaration: I’m asking for death! Any loyal underling would rush to inform the Fishn Prince—how could he possibly tolerate this?
This ti, victory was assured.
Pleased with his own performance, Yi Feng strode forward, hand in hand with Lu Shuyao.
As expected, the gathered powerhouses shrank back in fear, silently parting to let them pass.
Yi Feng’s heart swelled with satisfaction as he walked with deliberate steadiness. Under the weight of countless stares, he could almost feel the seething resentnt—already envisioning the inevitable, earth-shattering revenge to co.
To maximize the hatred, Yi Feng slowed his steps further, as if moving in slow-motion.
At this mont, he wished he could blast an epic soundtrack, just to make them grit their teeth in fury.
But in the eyes of others, Yi Feng’s unhurried advance was nothing short of awe-inspiring!
"Does anyone dare to object?"
"If anyone has a problem with it, feel free to report it to the Heavenly Dragon rfolk!"
These icy words echoed relentlessly in everyone’s minds.
From that tone alone, the dozens of elites sensed an unrivaled, world-defying dominance. Without absolute confidence, who would dare to challenge the crowd so boldly?
Even openly inviting the Heavenly Dragon rfolk’s involvent?
This was outright disdain!
This man had clearly not revealed his full strength earlier. Even against the Heavenly Dragon rfolk, he must possess the confidence to fight!
His power far exceeded their wildest expectations!
If others were this shaken, Lu Shuyao—whose hand was held so intimately—felt her heart flutter uncontrollably. Despite the looming danger, her panic gradually subsided.
Witnessing Yi Feng’s domineering presence silencing the entire hall, she too was spellbound.
His unhurried steps exuded absolute control, his tall and poised figure radiating an unattainable grace that left her utterly srized.
Arrogant, unyielding…
His extraordinary aura sent her heart into endless turmoil.
She had never seen anyone dare to defy the Heavenly Dragon rfolk Clan like this.
Though his actions seed reckless, they gradually stirred sothing within her. As warmth spread from his hand to hers, the icy chill in her heart began to lt.
Compared to the island's so-called magnates who preached nothing but grand sches, $2his man, Yi Feng, was brimming with unyielding passion and sincerity—a true hero.
Enduring in silence might bring temporary peace, but what aning was there in living without dignity?
Everyone understood this truth, yet none dared to act on it.
Only Yi Feng reached out to her in her darkest hour.
Even with the Black Island's most powerful figures standing before him, $2one could compare to his towering presence.
A lone figure carving a path forward, $2s if standing unshaken between heaven and earth.
Before him, even those once-revered magnates seed as insignificant as clay dogs.
Lu Shuyao watched, her heart trembling, mist swirling in her beautiful eyes—no trace of despair remained, only overwhelming admiration and reverence.
To do what others dared not—that was the mark of a true hero!
Lost in the storm of emotions, $2he tightened her grip on Yi Feng's hand, casting all hesitation aside. She would follow him, step by step, out of the crowd and shatter the chains of her humiliating fate.
Feeling the girl's nervous grasp, $2i Feng grew even more confident—his plan was working. The hatred he'd provoked must have terrified her.
Just as they were about to leave the crowd, $2 frantic voice called out from behind.
"Yi Feng, wait!"
The sudden shout didn't surprise him.
Tch.
The trash-talking phase had arrived.
These people would surely report everything, and a battle was inevitable.
Yi Feng inwardly grinned.
Steadying his expectant expression, he schooled his face into cold indifference before turning.
"What is it?"
As he glanced back with icy detachnt, $2hi Tianchuan clenched his teeth, then clasped his fists with resolve.
"Sir…"
"This old man… this old man wishes to follow you as well!"
Hearing lines completely unlike what he'd anticipated, $2i Feng's eyes widened in stunned disbelief.
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