The air was thick with an eerie atmosphere.
Feng Wuchen stood in confrontation with the Eight Great Heavenly Emperors, an uneasy silence hanging between them.
Feng Wuchen showed no trace of fear, exuding a calm confidence that left everyone guessing his next move.
"Lord Feng seems to have some sort of plan." Seeing Feng Wuchen's self-assured demeanor, Bai Hun frowned in speculation.
Bai Hun nodded slightly, "Indeed, it seems likely he has a way to deal with the Eight Great Heavenly Emperors."
"Tianming, what exactly is Feng Ying trying to do?" Ying Hun asked, unable to discern Feng Wuchen's intentions.
Hearing this, Tianming shook his head and said, "To be honest, I have no idea."
Ying Hun frowned anxiously, "If it's just a bluff, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
"Pavilion Master, you're gravely injured. At this point, we can only put our trust in Feng Ying!" Tianming said gravely, as they were entirely powerless against the Eight Great Heavenly Emperors.
