Chapter 386 Too Arrogant

Qin Shuang’s appearance was only the beginning. The second round of battles resumed.

Though Chen Fei was furious, Qin Shuang was currently on Cold Moon’s stage—no matter how angry he was, he couldn’t recklessly intervene.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Fei turned his cold gaze toward the camps of the demonic cultivators and beast clans.

“What’s wrong? Not a single one of you has the guts? Step up!” he shouted, voice booming like thunder.

Yan Wujiao’s eyes narrowed.

This Chen Fei was simply too arrogant. Did he really think no one could deal with him?

Suppressing his rage, Yan Wujiao forced himself to stay composed.

“Who’s going up?” he asked, voice low and cold.

But to his humiliation—no one answered.

The battlefield fell deathly silent.

Yan Wujiao’s face darkened to the point it seemed like it could drip blood.

He turned toward Heavenly Ape, the Demon Emperor.

But Heavenly Ape avoided his gaze completely, looked up at the sky, and even picked at his ear—a clear “I’m busy” gesture.

Yan Wujiao turned back around and swept his gaze over the group behind him.

The once arrogant demonic cultivators and dark sect members all averted their eyes, fear evident in every movement.

Not one of them dared step forward.

These so-called lawless cultivators were only arrogant when not facing a real threat.

Now that they were staring down Chen Fei’s killing intent, they all turned into cowards.

None of them were fools—no one wanted to be the first sacrifice.

And Chen Fei’s expression only grew darker.

Seeing no one dare to fight, he calmly raised his hand and extended his pinky finger toward the opposing faction—mocking them without a word.

“Hah! Senior Brother Chen Fei is so arrogant—but I love it!”

“One shout silenced the entire evil sect! This is what we should aspire to be!”

The disciples of Tianqing Holy Land collectively exhaled with pride. It felt so damn satisfying.

The situation growing increasingly unfavorable, someone from the evil sect finally cracked under Yan Wujiao’s murderous glare.

“So arrogant? Let him taste the power of the Sacred Sect! Alba, get up there!”

The one named Alba rose from the crowd as if he were constipated—clearly not thrilled to be picked.

But the elder beside him approached, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered something in his ear.

Alba’s sullen expression immediately lit up with excitement.

Clearly, he’d been promised something big.

Alba lifted his head, eyes gleaming with ambition, and looked directly at Chen Fei.

“Sect Master, this man has bad intentions,” warned Wang Situ, narrowing his eyes.

Mu Yunsu frowned. The evil sect was known for unpredictable and sinister methods—especially those that could temporarily boost power.

It was obvious Alba had been altered somehow, and stepping in now would only cause more chaos.

“Still, we must remain cautious,” even gentle Liu Xu voiced concern.

Mu Yunsu sighed. Though she hoped Chen Fei could draw fire away from the sect and reduce pressure, his performance had been too exceptional.

If things got worse, she might have to intervene directly—but that could mean Tianqing Holy Land losing its advantage.

Chen Fei stared coldly at Alba.

Alba was tall, muscular, and wore a short-sleeved shirt that showed off his arms. After jumping onto the platform, he stretched.

“I am—”

But Chen Fei didn’t give him the chance to introduce himself.

He raised his enormous, unsharpened sword and struck immediately.

Caught off guard by Chen Fei’s aggression, Alba had no time for flair. He rolled to the side and snarled:

“You’re too rude!”

“This is a duel!” Chen Fei replied icily.

The blade in his hand began to tremble violently, as if eager to tear itself free and strike.

Feeling the terrifying power behind that one swing, Alba’s face changed.

“Blood Puppets—come forth!”

Without wasting time, Alba slammed his palm onto the ground.

Three blood-red puppets emerged, dripping with a putrid, bloody stench.

Chen Fei lifted his head.

His gaze turned murderous.

Alba shuddered.

Even with life-saving techniques at hand, he felt no sense of safety.

The blood puppets that once made him feel invincible now felt like paper shields.

He immediately leapt back, trying to put distance between them.

Chen Fei let go of his sword—Unsharpened Giant Blade flew into the air, spinning into a deadly arc toward the puppets.

Alba looked puzzled.

That attack… didn’t seem nearly as powerful as expected?

“Blood Ripple!” he shouted, forming hand seals.

The blood puppets surged with blood qi, forming a domain of crimson mist.

The three puppets merged into a red light, lunging toward Chen Fei’s sword.

Alba grinned.

So Chen Fei had underestimated him? Good.

Maybe he could turn this around.

He watched as the blade slowed and its aura faded in the blood mist.

His heart surged with excitement.

“Now!”

Alba’s eyes lit up.

With another hand sign, the puppets suddenly vanished, appearing beside Chen Fei.

“Explode!” he yelled.

The puppets detonated, blood energy exploding violently around Chen Fei—obscuring him completely.

Seizing the chance, Alba lunged forward, grinning savagely.

He now held a blood-red dagger etched with runes.

“This is the price of underestimating me—die!”

He plunged the dagger toward the figure shrouded in the blood mist.

His grin widened. In his mind, the dagger was already piercing Chen Fei’s flesh.

From the outside, however… he looked completely insane.

Because Chen Fei was standing behind him the whole time.

Alba didn’t notice.

He kept stabbing at empty air, grinning like a lunatic.

“What the hell is that idiot doing?!” someone in the evil sect growled in frustration.

It was humiliating—beyond humiliating.

They had told Alba to wear Chen Fei down, wait for the right moment, and strike with precision.

Instead, he skipped the strategy and went straight to suicide.

Now he stood completely exposed, a perfect target for Chen Fei.

A dead man walking.