The formation vanished, and the stick in Chu Feng’s hand looked utterly ordinary.
Yet, as he held it, he felt a different kind of power.
This power brought a smile to Chu Feng’s face.
“Senior, you must have done this on purpose.”
“I never imagined you’d play such a trick on me.”
Gripping the wooden stick, Chu Feng murmured.
“Chu Feng… he’s smiling?”
While everyone thought Chu Feng was doomed, someone noticed, stunned, that a smile curved his lips.
Hearing this, others turned their gazes to Chu Feng’s face.
And they, too, were shocked, seeing that unmistakable smile.
Could it be… Chu Feng still had a trump card?
Or had he deliberately hidden the guardian formation, and it hadn’t truly vanished?
Looking at Chu Feng, such thoughts inevitably arose.
Not just the onlookers, even Linghu Zhishi began to think this way.
The overwhelming killing intent suddenly weakened.
Linghu Zhishi hesitated to act rashly.
After all, he’d witnessed the power of Chu Feng’s guardian formation.
He knew that if that formation’s power remained, he stood no chance.
“Linghu Zhishi, do you really think you’ve won?”
At that moment, Chu Feng spoke.
His voice brimmed with confidence.
“You…”
“What do you mean?”
Linghu Zhishi asked, his tone no longer firm, and his killing intent completely faded.
He… was backing down.
Though no one wanted to believe it, the truth was plain.
The guardian formation had vanished, yet Linghu Zhishi didn’t dare move against Chu Feng.
He was afraid, afraid Chu Feng was bluffing.
Afraid that if Chu Feng wished, the guardian formation could envelop them again. So, he sought a way out.
He wanted to negotiate, though he didn’t say it outright. His softened tone and withdrawn killing intent betrayed his intent.
“Clan Leader, we can’t let him go!”
“We must avenge Hongfei!”
Suddenly, a furious roar rang out, and a figure charged at Chu Feng with boundless killing intent.
It was the Linghu Heavenly Clan’s Grand Elder, Linghu Wentai, radiating Supreme Realm pressure.
Others had sensed Linghu Zhishi’s desire to negotiate, and so had he.
Unwilling to make peace, he attacked Chu Feng directly.
“Courting death.”
Before Linghu Wentai could reach Chu Feng, Gu Mingyuan struck with a palm.
Surging palm force enveloped Linghu Wentai instantly.
A muffled boom, blood splattered, and Linghu Wentai’s body was blasted to pieces.
Gu Mingyuan’s true cultivation was First Rank Supreme, but with her bloodline power, she’d boosted it to Second Rank Supreme, making Linghu Wentai no match for her.
Previously, she’d shown mercy, only injuring him.
This time, she held nothing back.
Facing Linghu Wentai alone, Gu Mingyuan obliterated him.
Watching Linghu Wentai die at Gu Mingyuan’s hands, the Linghu Heavenly Clan’s members were heartbroken.
Even the onlookers felt a pang.
Supreme Realm experts were rare in the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
Each loss was a blow to the starfield.
“Hahaha…”
But unexpectedly, after Linghu Wentai’s death, Linghu Zhishi burst into laughter.
This should have been a moment of grief, yet his face showed no sorrow, only joy.
The crowd was bewildered.
“So, your formation’s power is gone, and you’re just bluffing.”
Linghu Zhishi said.
His words clarified his sudden laughter.
He’d used Linghu Wentai’s death to confirm that Chu Feng’s guardian formation was truly gone.
Indeed, if the formation’s power remained, why hadn’t Chu Feng used it, relying on Gu Mingyuan to protect him instead?
But even so, Linghu Zhishi’s laughter was callous. The man who’d just died was his clan’s Grand Elder, his right-hand man.
This revealed that Linghu Wentai meant nothing to him. His death left Linghu Zhishi unmoved.
Linghu Zhishi was ruthless, so cold that even his clansmen’s deaths didn’t faze him.
“The formation’s power is indeed gone, but you’ll die even more miserably.”
“Because I’ll kill you myself.”
With that, Chu Feng raised the stick.
As he did, silver light erupted.
In the next moment, a silver war halberd appeared in his hand.
The halberd’s aura was extraordinary, captivating everyone.
This was the War God’s Halberd.
A legendary weapon few had seen.
So, no one recognised it, only sensing its remarkable presence.
But they were puzzled. No matter how powerful the weapon, it was just a tool. Could Chu Feng really kill Linghu Zhishi with it?
Weapons, unlike treasures, required matching cultivation to unleash their power, or they were useless.
Though Chu Feng’s weapon exuded a kingly aura, no one could discern its true nature.
Swish, swish, swish—
As the crowd puzzled, beams of light shot from the silver halberd.
“What in the heavens is that?!”
The onlookers’ jaws dropped, their eyes filled with boundless shock.
Before Chu Feng stood an army of ten thousand guardian spirits, neatly arrayed.
Their appearance needed no description, but their cultivation was staggering.
Ten thousand Supreme Realm beings!
