Lin Feng silently mused, and soon he made great efforts to conceal his own aura, drawing near the hall.
It wasn't that Lin Feng was overly cautious; it was simply that too many experts who had entered the Misty Xuan Realm were present, and his strength could only be considered average among them.
At the deeper side of the hall were three doors, each engraved with different patterns. At this moment, over a dozen sect disciples were confronting each other, vying to rush into the doors first to seize the treasures.
"Everyone, we are from the Xuanji Sect of Iron Forest Country. Offending our sect means there's only one path for you—death!"
"Hmph! Your Xuanji Sect is merely a rubbish sect! We are disciples from Cloud Heaven City, and our senior brother is Leng Yunfeng, who is ranked ninety-first on the Hundred Extremes List. Get lost quickly, or don't blame us for being ruthless."
