“What did you say?” Chu Feng’s words instantly drew a barrage of furious, threatening glares from the Xu Heavenly Clan members.
Far from being intimidated, Chu Feng doubled down with an even tougher stance. “Are you deaf? If so, I’ll say it again—I just asked why I should step aside for you.”
“How dare you talk to us like that? You’re begging for a beating!”
Chu Feng’s defiance irked the Xu Clan members to no end. A few of them lunged forward, raising their hands to slap him.
*Whoosh—*
But before their palms could land, a gust of wind swept through, sending them tumbling head over heels.
At the same time, the oppressive aura of a Venerable descended from above.
“You want to touch him? You’ll have to get through me first.”
The Wuma Heavenly Clan Leader stepped in front of Chu Feng, radiating authority.
“This aura—it’s Venerable Realm?”
Everyone present felt the Wuma Clan Leader’s presence, their gazes toward Chu Feng and his group growing wary.
Venerable Realm was, after all, Venerable Realm—a threshold many could never cross. Across the Ancestral Martial Starfield, Venerables were powerhouses anywhere they went.
“Who… who are you?” The Xu Clan members, despite their arrogance, faltered before a Venerable expert.
Their panic deepened when they spotted the Wuma Heavenly Clan token at the Clan Leader’s waist, their fearful eyes widening.
“I am Wuma Tao, Clan Leader of the Wuma Heavenly Clan,” he declared.
“Wuma Tao? Isn’t the Wuma Clan Leader Wuma Yantian?”
Confusion spread among the Xu Clan members as they exchanged bewildered looks.
“It’s probably that so-called main branch, right?”
At that moment, a man stepped forward from the Xu Clan crowd.
He was a junior under a hundred, handsome, with a solid cultivation—Third Rank Heavenly Immortal.
That was impressive among his peers.
“It’s the young master of the Xu Heavenly Clan!”
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
From their chatter, Chu Feng learned this was Xu Morong, the youngest son of the Xu Clan Leader—and his father’s favorite. Rumor had it the Clan Leader intended to pass the leadership to him, grooming him as the clan’s future star.
“Young Master, what’s this ‘main branch’ about?” a Xu Clan member asked.
“They’re distant kin to the Wuma Heavenly Clan of the Ten Great Clans, but they were cast off long ago,” Xu Morong explained. “Now he’s protecting someone from the Chu Heavenly Clan—probably fallen to the same sorry state. No wonder the real Wuma Clan wants nothing to do with these relatives.”
“Oh, I see. When he said he was the Wuma Clan Leader, I got spooked—thought he was Wuma Yantian. Turns out he’s just some distant cousin!” Realizing this Wuma Tao wasn’t Wuma Yantian, the Xu Clan members’ earlier apprehension vanished.
Their gazes shifted to Wuma Tao, now dripping with contempt.
A bunch of juniors, mostly peak True Immortals, dared to scorn a Venerable expert.
“Even if your father stood before me, he wouldn’t dare speak to me like this,” Wuma Tao said, his sword-like brows rising, a flicker of anger in his eyes.
True, his main branch of the Wuma Clan paled in comparison to the side branch—by a wide margin.
But he knew the Xu Clan’s strength wasn’t much better than his own—about equal, really.
Yet here were these Xu Clan juniors looking down on him. It was like a yapping pup sneering at a tiger—who wouldn’t be pissed?
“You think you’re worthy of being compared to my father?” Xu Morong snapped, his own anger flaring.
He genuinely saw the Wuma Clan as beneath him, a belief rooted deep.
“Arrogant brat! Today, I’ll teach you a lesson on your father’s behalf!”
Faced with Xu Morong’s attitude, Wuma Tao’s rage boiled over. His aura surged—he meant to discipline this punk.
“Who’s releasing this pressure?”
A furious shout cut through the air, followed by three figures landing nearby.
With them came the overwhelming pressure of a Seventh Rank Venerable, blanketing the area.
Three elders, each with a menacing air.
The leader, a white-haired old man, had natural sword-like brows and eyes that gleamed with a predatory light—terrifying, like a beast.
His presence alone instilled fear, amplified by his formidable strength.
That Seventh Rank Venerable pressure was his.
His cultivation was just one rank below Wuma Yantian—far beyond Wuma Tao’s league.
At their arrival, not just Wuma Tao’s expression shifted—everyone present straightened with respect.
These were Tantai Heavenly Clan members.
The leader, Tantai Changfei, wasn’t among the clan’s top tier, but he held significant sway.
He oversaw Ice Summit Peak.
“Greetings, Elder Changfei!”
“Elder Changfei, you’ve got to stand up for me!”
Seeing Tantai Changfei, Xu Morong dropped to his knees, his face a mask of grievance.
The rest of the Xu Clan followed suit, some even sobbing dramatically, as if they’d truly been wronged.
Chu Feng’s brow furrowed. Xu Morong’s confidence, paired with the aggressive arrival of these Tantai elders, gave him a bad feeling—they were likely in cahoots.
“Morong, get up. Tell me what happened,” Tantai Changfei said, helping Xu Morong to his feet with a warm tone.
Naturally, Xu Morong twisted the tale, pinning all blame on Chu Feng and Wuma Tao while painting himself as the victim.
“Outrageous! What do you take this place for, stirring trouble here?”
Sure enough, after hearing Xu Morong’s version, Tantai Changfei exploded. He didn’t bother asking Chu Feng’s side—he just lashed out.
Chu Feng had guessed right—they were cut from the same cloth.
No wonder the Xu Clan strutted so fearlessly with the Tantai Clan as their ironclad backer.
“Sir, please investigate the truth! They cut the line to climb, and when we wouldn’t yield, they attacked. How’s that our fault?”
“You don’t believe me? Ask the witnesses—they all saw it!” Wuma Tao pleaded, feeling wronged.
But he didn’t notice that after he spoke, the crowd either kept moving or lowered their heads. No one stepped up to back him.
And Tantai Changfei had no intention of asking. Pointing at Wuma Tao, he roared, “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m favoring them? Who do you think you are to question me?”
“Stop yelling. We didn’t come here to pick a fight with your Tantai Clan.”
“Call this guy down, and we’ll leave right now.”
Chu Feng suddenly spoke up.
The moment he did, everyone’s expressions shifted.
Because as he spoke, he flashed a token.
Intricately carved, it bore four bold characters:
**Nameless Starfall!!!**
