Zhao Feng had even tried using the fourth stance, ‘Burning Wind Stance’, but the power of it was so strong that Zhao Feng was scared just looking at it.
‘Partial Wind Stance’ aimed for the pinnacle of sharpness and it was a single target offensive skill, while Burning Wind Stance aimed for destruction, burning everything in its path.
On the second morning, Zhao Feng stood up from his position and walked out of his door after yawning.
“Kid! Wash my socks!” A dominant, arrogant voice sounded.
Zhao Feng saw that the owner of this voice was, Chen Feng who was ranked 28th of the outer disciples.
Chen Feng’s voice was cold and arrogant. He threw a pair of smelly socks in front of Zhao Feng then turned around and left as if he knew that Zhao Feng would wash it.
In reality, Chen Feng knew all their information. For example, Zhao Feng had normal talent and not high cultivation, so Chen Feng didn’t worry that about Zhao Feng getting his revenge
“Does this guy really think I’m going to do it?”
Zhao Feng’s face grew dim as he waved his hands and a chaotic wind appeared which ripped Chen Feng’s smelly socks into shreds.
This scene made the expression of Yang Qingshan and Nan Gongfan, who had both just woken up, to change dramatically.