As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, the crowd fell silent, and then the next moment, laughter erupted.
"Hahaha, where did this brat come from, daring to threaten us?"
"He must be from some remote star region, not knowing our prowess."
"Interesting, interesting."
"Yan Jing, your words seem useless, being mocked by a brat, truly disgraceful for us North Sea Hall disciples?"
"Shut up!"
The disciple named Yan Jing shouted coldly, his eyes fixed on Chu Feng with endless killing intent flashing.
"Such an arrogant brat, this is you seeking your own doom, die!"
The North Sea Hall disciple screamed, whoosh, a trident appeared in his palm, stabbing fiercely toward Chu Feng.
Trident!
Weapon of the Sea God!
It's said that the ancient sea tribe Sea God wielded a trident, sweeping everything, establishing the ancient sea tribe's status.
Thus, the purest sea tribe later trained precisely in the trident's spear techniques.
