I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"etc."

Chu Feng slowly stood up, a playful smile on his face, looking at the young man in the star-patterned robe in front of him.

"My friend, shouldn't there be a proper order to things, first come, first served?"

"I saw what I liked first and asked the price. Isn't it a bit improper for you to interfere like this?"

The young man in the star-patterned robe, also known as Xing Wuyai, the Holy Son of the Star Pavilion, finally looked at Chu Feng properly.

When he saw Chu Feng's unremarkable black clothes and the several women behind him who were stunningly beautiful but had varying levels of cultivation, a hint of undisguised contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Rules?" Xing Wuyai scoffed, withdrawing his hand and pointing at Chu Feng with his folding fan. "In this Heavenly Realm, strength is the rule."

"You, an ant who hasn't even reached the Venerable Realm, dare to talk to me about rules?"

He had just scanned Chu Feng with his divine sense and found that Chu Feng's cultivation level was perfectly concealed by the Burial Coffin, making him look like an ordinary Emperor Realm cultivator.

Before this genius who had already attained sainthood, they were no different from ants.

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying saintly aura erupted from Xing Wuyai's body, pressing down on Chu Feng like a landslide and a tsunami!

He wanted to use his absolute strength to make this arrogant ant kneel down in public and let him understand what it meant to be arrogant and ignorant!

However, the oppressive force that could crush mountains and intimidate even the most powerful beings fell upon Chu Feng, yet it was like a gentle spring breeze, causing not the slightest ripple.

Chu Feng remained standing in the same spot, his smile unchanged.

"Is strength the only rule?"

Chu Feng nodded, seemingly agreeing with his statement.

What you said seems to make some sense.

The next moment, without warning, he raised his hand and slapped her.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap sounded particularly abrupt in the noisy street.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, incredulous.

Xing Wuyai, the Holy Son of the Star Pavilion, now had a clear five-finger mark on his handsome face. He was spun around twice by the slap, looking completely bewildered.

He... he was actually slapped in the face in public by an "ant"?

"You...you dare hit me?"

Xing Wuyai covered his burning cheek and stood there stunned for a full three seconds before he realized what had happened.

An unprecedented surge of humiliation and anger erupted from the depths of his heart, like a volcanic eruption, instantly turning his handsome face a deep purplish-red.

He is the Holy Son of the Star Pavilion!

He is one of the most outstanding geniuses in the Celestial Realm! He is the supreme being who will one day take charge of the Star Pavilion and rule over a star field!

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the center of attention and admired by thousands. He has never suffered such a humiliation.

In particular, he was slapped hard in the face by someone he considered an "ant" in front of so many people!

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Xing Wuyai, looking like a madman, pointed at Chu Feng and roared hysterically at the guards behind him.

"Yes! Holy Son!"

The four guards behind him responded in unison without the slightest hesitation. Four terrifying Saint Realm auras soared into the sky, transforming into four enormous hands of law that blotted out the sun and lunged at Chu Feng from four directions!

They wanted to crush this madman who dared to offend the dignity of the Holy Son into mincemeat on the spot!

However, Chu Feng didn't even glance at them.

He simply turned his head and looked at the Asura Saintess standing to the side, who exuded a dark red aura of killing intent.

"It's your turn to make a move," Chu Feng said calmly.

"Yes, Master!"

Yu Luosha nodded indifferently, a bloodthirsty excitement flashing in his dark red eyes.

Since being subdued by Chu Feng, she has never had a chance to make a move and has been itching to do so for a long time.

The next moment, her figure vanished from the spot.

"Buzz—"

A crimson Asura Domain unfolded in an instant, enveloping the four Saint Realm guards along with the four law-based hands.

Within the domain, a sea of ​​blood surged, and Asuras roared.

Those outside could only see a churning mist of blood and hear a few short, piercing screams before everything returned to calm.

The crimson domain dissipated.

Yu Luosha's figure reappeared behind Chu Feng. She stuck out her pink tongue and licked the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, with a look of lingering satisfaction on her face.

The four arrogant Saint Guards were now like dead dogs, covered in blood, their meridians broken, their Saint Source shattered, collapsing to the ground, barely breathing, their eyes filled with endless fear as they looked at Chu Feng.

One move, and four Saints were crippled!

hiss--

A collective gasp filled the air around them.

Everyone was completely stunned by this swift, bloody, and domineering scene.

Then... who exactly is that woman in red who is following the young man in black?

It's terrifying!

And what kind of terrifying existence must the black-clad youth be to be able to take such a powerful person as his servant?

The way everyone looked at Chu Feng had completely changed.

What started as mere spectatorship has now transformed into awe, and even fear.

Xing Wuyai was completely dumbfounded.

The four guards behind him were all genuine Saints! Although they were only at the third or fourth level of the Saint Realm, the four of them working together could even fight against a Saint Realm expert at the seventh level!

But now, he was crippled in a single encounter by one of the other party's maids?

How...how is this possible?!

"Who...who exactly are you?" Xing Wuyai's voice trembled slightly, his pride and confidence crushed in the face of absolute power.

Who I am is not important.

Chu Feng slowly walked up to him, looking down at him with the same playful smile on his face.

"The important question is, do you still believe that merit is the rule?"

"I..." Xing Wuyai was choked and couldn't speak. His face turned pale and then red, looking extremely ugly.

"It seems you have no objections."

Chu Feng nodded, and then, to everyone's astonishment, raised his hand again.

"Snapped!"

Another crisp slap rang out.

This time, it was louder and heavier than the last.

Xing Wuyai was sent flying, tracing a graceful arc in the air before crashing into a tofu stall not far away with a "thud," knocking over the stall and getting covered in tofu crumbs, looking utterly disheveled.

"This slap is to teach you to be polite," Chu Feng said calmly, withdrawing his hand.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the scene, their minds completely blank.

mad!

That's insane!

After slapping the Holy Son of the Star Pavilion, he not only showed no restraint, but even dared to slap him again in public!

Is this guy really not afraid of the Star Pavilion's retaliation?

Or is his background even more terrifying than that of the Star Pavilion?

"Master, you're so handsome!" Shi Xuanfei's eyes lit up, and she pressed herself against him, making no attempt to hide her admiration.

Although Lin Wanyin, Zhuge Yue, and the others did not speak, their beautiful eyes, which were fixed on Chu Feng, were filled with admiration.

Your man should be this domineering and assertive!

Chu Feng ignored everyone's reactions. He walked back to the stall, squatted down again, picked up the tortoise shell, and looked at the one-eyed old man who had been leaning against the corner of the wall as if he were asleep.

"Old man, now, no one's going to take it from me."

"Three million top-grade spirit stones, right?"

As Chu Feng spoke, he reached for the spirit stones in his storage ring.

However, the one-eyed old man opened his eyes again and shook his head.

"The price is different now."

"Oh?" Chu Feng raised an eyebrow. "What's the price?"

The one-eyed old man held up three fingers, chuckled, and revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Thirty million.