Nangong Yifan lay on the ground, looking utterly dishevelled.
His eyes were filled with shock, their flickering gaze revealing the depth of his astonishment.
As the strongest junior in the Zhutian Starfield, the top genius of the Zhutian Sect, he had always gotten whatever he wanted.
Even elders treated him with respect, while juniors regarded him as a god.
Yet now, not only was he sprawled pathetically on the ground, but the one who injured him was another junior.
The key point was… this junior dared to attack him?
And worse, he had been hit, left lying in disgrace.
“You bastard, do you know who I am to dare lay a hand on me?” Nangong Yifan roared in fury after a brief moment of shock.
His angry shout echoed, shaking the void, reverberating beyond the massive island.
Nangong Yifan was truly enraged.
“Lay a hand on you? Is that so hard to believe?” Chu Feng sneered, then reached out.
Nangong Yifan, lying thousands of metres away, was instantly pulled to his feet, floating in mid-air, and swiftly drawn toward Chu Feng.
It was suction force, Chu Feng forcibly pulling him.
As Nangong Yifan neared, Chu Feng swung his arm.
With a loud “slap,” Nangong Yifan was sent flying again.
He hit the ground, tumbling several times before steadying himself.
When he finally stopped, Yin Zhuanghong’s heart clenched, her face showing panic.
Nangong Yifan, already a mess on the ground, now bore a bloody red palm print on his cheek.
It was Chu Feng. That slap had sent Nangong Yifan flying.
The slap caused blood to pour from his nose and mouth.
Half his face, marked by the vivid palm print, swelled rapidly.
The once-handsome Nangong Yifan now looked like a pig’s head.
“You bastard, you’re courting death, you’re courting death!” Nangong Yifan roared again, radiating intense killing intent.
Yet despite his fury, he couldn’t stand, couldn’t release his pressure or power, let alone harm Chu Feng.
It was as if his cultivation had vanished.
This left Nangong Yifan confused, unwilling, and even angrier.
Watching the furious yet bewildered Nangong Yifan, a mocking smirk curved Chu Feng’s lips.
“I heard you’re the top genius of the Zhutian Starfield?”
“This is the calibre of the Zhutian Starfield’s top genius?”
“All I can say is, this Zhutian Starfield is far too disappointing,” Chu Feng taunted.
He knew exactly why Nangong Yifan couldn’t use his power.
Chu Feng had sealed it.
A typical Snake-Mark Saint-Cloak Spiritist could match a rank-five Venerable’s strength.
But with the power of the Nine Dragons Saint Cloak, Chu Feng’s strength rivalled a rank-six Venerable.
This made Chu Feng formidable. Even without using martial power, he was an opponent Nangong Yifan couldn’t defeat.
With his masterful use of barrier techniques, Chu Feng could prevent Nangong Yifan from accessing his power, completely sealing his cultivation.
At this moment, Nangong Yifan was like a fish on a chopping board, at Chu Feng’s mercy.
“What’s going on?”
“What happened?”
Suddenly, streaks of rainbow light shot from all directions, landing at the scene.
They were elders from the Red Robe Holy Land, drawn by Nangong Yifan’s earlier roar, sensing something was amiss.
Seeing the scene, they were all visibly shaken.
They couldn’t stay calm, for lying on the ground was none other than Nangong Yifan, the Zhutian Sect’s top genius and future heir.
“Zhuanghong, what happened?”
“Why is Young Master Nangong injured?” the elders demanded, their tone accusatory as they questioned Yin Zhuanghong.
“Don’t blame her. I did it,” Chu Feng said.
“What? You?”
“Young Master Shura, why would you attack Young Friend Nangong Yifan?” the elders asked, stunned.
“He tried to harm Yin Zhuanghong. Can’t I hit him for that?” Chu Feng retorted.
“This…?”
Hearing this and seeing Yin Zhuanghong’s torn sleeve, they believed it was true.
But even so, striking Nangong Yifan was unthinkable.
“Sigh, Young Master Shura, you’ve really…”
“You’ve brought trouble upon yourself,” the elders said, not blaming him but worrying for him.
Chu Feng offending others was one thing, but injuring Nangong Yifan was a grave sin.
With so many Zhutian Sect experts present, including Tuoba Chengan, they didn’t know how to protect Chu Feng. They feared he’d committed a capital offence, his life now in peril.
“Brought trouble upon myself?” Chu Feng sneered at their words.
Then, he did something that shocked everyone present.
“All you Zhutian Sect people, get out here!” Chu Feng roared at the sky.
His voice was so loud it didn’t just echo beyond the island.
It shook the heavens and earth, resounding through nearly the entire Red Robe Holy Land.
