“Did I hear that right? Did Chu Feng just say half a tea’s time is enough?”
“What does Chu Feng mean by that?”
Chu Feng’s words left everyone puzzled—not just the onlookers, but even Fang Hualong, who stood within the battle zone, was equally baffled.
“What did you just say?” Fang Hualong glared at Chu Feng, his brows furrowed in anger. He was deeply displeased, sensing an insult hidden in Chu Feng’s words.
“Didn’t hear me clearly? No worries, I’ll give you another line.” While Fang Hualong’s eyes blazed with fury, Chu Feng’s were filled with amusement as he delivered yet another cryptic, infuriating remark.
“Thanks for the reminder,” Chu Feng said.
“Thank me? What the hell are you talking about?” Fang Hualong’s patience was wearing thin. Though he couldn’t grasp what game Chu Feng was playing, he felt utterly disrespected.
“You don’t get it?”
“No problem—you’ll understand soon enough.” The smile on Chu Feng’s lips widened.
“You’re courting death, you bastard!”
Fang Hualong ground his teeth in rage. He couldn’t comprehend how, with victory seemingly in his grasp, Chu Feng could remain so calm and spout such incomprehensible nonsense.
But he was done trying to figure it out. Though he held the upper hand, he wouldn’t tolerate Chu Feng’s blatant disregard any longer—he intended to teach him a lesson.
*Crackle—*
Yet before Fang Hualong could act, a blinding bolt of lightning flashed before his eyes.
It moved so fast that he couldn’t even react before it streaked past him.
“Ahhh!!!”
The next moment, Fang Hualong let out a scream of agony.
At that instant, everyone watching was dumbfounded, their jaws dropping in shock.
After the lightning bolt passed, Fang Hualong wasn’t just spitting blood—half his waist had been severed, blood instantly soaking through his robes.
In that moment, he wasn’t just wailing in pain—he’d lost all combat ability. Even the power to stay aloft abandoned him as he plummeted straight down from the sky.
It was that lightning bolt—that single streak of lightning had dealt him a crippling blow.
But after striking Fang Hualong, the lightning didn’t stop. It sped onward, plunging deep into the Fang Heavenly Clan’s encampments.
Its oppressive might was overwhelming. Wherever it went, the void trembled, fierce winds roared, and everything in its path was obliterated.
Before its devastating power, the Fang Heavenly Clan members were thrown into chaos, their encampments reduced to rubble.
In mere moments, every Fang Heavenly Clan stronghold was destroyed, their battle flags turned to ash. The clansmen suffered injuries—light ones bled from their heads, while the gravely wounded fell unconscious or even lost their physical bodies entirely.
Finally, the lightning came to a halt.
Now, everyone could see clearly—it was Chu Feng.
In an instant, Chu Feng had annihilated all of the Fang Heavenly Clan’s encampments, wounded every clansman, and left even Fang Hualong unable to escape the carnage.
“This… this… this…”
Seeing Chu Feng now, and then glancing at the battered Fang Heavenly Clan members, many were at a loss for words, mesmerized by the dazzling lightning radiating from him.
At that moment, Chu Feng exuded the aura of a Ninth Rank Martial Immortal, bolstered by rank-defying combat power.
But what shocked the crowd wasn’t just his overwhelming strength—it was the lightning armor cloaking his body.
That resplendent lightning armor was something no Heavenly Clan member—or anyone present—found unfamiliar.
Not only was it familiar, but they all knew it well.
It was the power of the Heavenly Bloodline—the Lightning Armor.
Before reaching the True Immortal Realm, nearly every Heavenly Bloodline cultivator could wield the Lightning Armor.
But after True Immortal Realm, its power became sealed.
In the vast Ancestral Martial Starfield, countless powerhouses possessed the Heavenly Bloodline.
Yet not a single one—not even the mightiest among them—could unleash the Lightning Armor.
This alone showed how difficult it was to unlock its power.
But Chu Feng had done it.
How could this not leave them in awe?
Forget the Fang Heavenly Clan, Zhao Heavenly Clan, and other factions—even the people from the Starfield Main Realm, including a figure like Wuming Gangxiong, now looked at Chu Feng with eyes full of astonishment.
Because Chu Feng had accomplished what no one else could.
And the power of his Lightning Armor wasn’t just awe-inspiring—making him appear like a king descended from the heavens.
More crucially, its structure was unlike anyone else’s.
His Lightning Armor was more refined, more majestic—a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship. In both form and aura, it far surpassed the ordinary Lightning Armor.
It was, without a doubt, one of a kind.
“The Divine Punishment Mysterious Art—this is the power of the Divine Punishment Mysterious Art?”
At that moment, the Fang Heavenly Clan’s leader and all its members turned ashen, their faces contorted with despair.
With the Lightning Armor’s boost, Chu Feng’s cultivation had risen from Eighth Rank Martial Immortal to Ninth Rank, surpassing Fang Hualong by a full rank.
In this duel, the Fang Heavenly Clan had lost.
But they never could have imagined they’d lose so utterly.
When Chu Feng first appeared, they’d believed Fang Hualong could defeat him. Overcoming Chu Xuanyuan’s son would have been no small feat for Fang Hualong.
Yet only now did they realize that from the moment Chu Feng stepped onto the scene, their defeat had been inevitable.
No matter how strong Fang Hualong was, in front of Chu Feng, he didn’t even have the ability to fight back.
And now, they finally understood Chu Feng’s words.
Half a tea’s time was enough.
Thanks for the reminder, Fang Hualong.
Indeed, without Fang Hualong’s mention, Chu Feng might not have known about the one-hour time limit.
But half a tea’s time? For Chu Feng, it was more than sufficient.
In truth, in just an instant, he had dismantled the advantage the Fang Heavenly Clan had spent nearly an hour building.
