Chapter 3372

After finishing his book, Wu Feng pushed open the door and walked out.

However, the world before his eyes began to change the moment he stepped out, transforming from a bustling academy into a secluded canyon.

The sea breeze blew wildly, spinning a seabird directly into the sea, where it let out a mournful cry.

And at the highest peak of that canyon stood a flamboyant man.

And this man, naturally, was Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi flew down from his high vantage point, landing less than three meters in front of Wu Feng, and said coldly: "Kid, this is a supreme treasure of my family that can bring you to this place. If you don't listen to me, you won't be able to go back, you know?"

Wu Feng looked at Zhou Yi; at this moment, within this space, all of Zhou Yi's cultivation base was laid bare before Wu Feng's eyes.

Wu Feng could feel that Zhou Yi's cultivation base should be at most the mid-stage of the Saint Realm, but there was something fishy about him—he felt like he was carrying many magic treasures on his person.

Yet even so, Wu Feng still didn't show much expression; he said to Zhou Yi indifferently and casually: "Are you trying to kill me now?"

Zhou Yi laughed and said: "Killing you is like killing a chicken, but I really don't want to kill you. What I want is your secret—how exactly did you reach the level of a Daluo Jinxian so quickly?"

Wu Feng said to Zhou Yi: "You want to know that much? But you should also understand that if you keep prying into other people's secrets, the consequences are not something you can imagine."

As he spoke, Wu Feng directly stirred up his own power, even including the indescribable aura on his body.

Instantly, the entire world began to shake, the canyon disintegrated, and strands of indescribable aura wrapped around Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi struggled amidst this indescribable aura; he was somewhat panicked and said to Wu Feng: "Kid, let me go, let me go, otherwise, I will definitely kill you."

Wu Feng walked casually to within half a meter of Zhou Yi and said: "Do you think it's a difficult thing for me to kill you?"

From Wu Feng's calm, unruffled eyes, Zhou Yi finally felt fear; the ferocity in his eyes gradually faded into calmness.

"Wu Feng, it seems your secret is huge. Otherwise, you couldn't have simply imprisoned me, a mid-stage Saint."

"Whatever I am, that's my own business; it actually doesn't have much to do with you. You are here, provoking me time and again, wanting to do this and that to me—do you really think I don't dare to strike at you?"

As he spoke, Wu Feng waved his hand casually, and those strands of indescribable aura transformed into silver needles, piercing into Zhou Yi's body.

Zhou Yi let out a frantic roar, wailing in pain: "Kid, I surrender, I surrender, I won't cause you any more trouble."

But Wu Feng felt that this kid still needed a beating and required a good tuning.

However, Wu Feng would not kill Zhou Yi; after all, behind Zhou Yi, there was still Zhou Zhan.

Zhou Zhan, this guy, not only had extraordinary talent, but his cultivation base was too formidable. To this day, many people speculate that Zhou Zhan's true strength should be in the top ten of the empire.

With top-ten strength, that is certainly not something Wu Feng, who is still a student, can resist.