“No need to panic, everyone. Sure, Chu Xuanyuan is impressive, but his son isn’t that extraordinary.”
“I’ve faced him before—just a defeated foe,” Tang Zhenghao said smugly.
In truth, he knew Chu Feng’s talent wasn’t lacking—otherwise, he wouldn’t have beaten Li Anzhi.
But Chu Feng had lost to him once, and Tang Zhenghao naturally wanted to flaunt his superiority.
“Get lost.”
At that moment, Wuma Shengjie lost patience. As she spoke, she moved to unleash her pressure and drive Tang Zhenghao and his group out.
But before she could, a hand grabbed her wrist.
It was Chu Feng!!!
Chu Feng shook his head at Wuma Shengjie, signaling her to hold back.
“It’s time we settled our score,” Chu Feng said to Tang Zhenghao.
“Haha, what a joke! You dare challenge me again?”
“Last time, if it weren’t for your Chu Heavenly Clan members being there, I’d have beaten you to a pulp. This time, no one’s here to protect you.”
With that, Tang Zhenghao’s long hair fluttered as his aura burst forth.
Eighth-rank Heavenly Immortal.
Once his aura emerged, the six onlookers turned to Chu Feng, a trace of pity in their eyes.
Eighth-rank Heavenly Immortal—an undeniably strong realm in their view.
Yet, sensing Tang Zhenghao’s cultivation, Wuma Shengjie’s eyes filled with disappointment.
Eighth-rank Heavenly Immortal was indeed formidable, but she knew Chu Feng’s cultivation: Seventh-rank Martial Immortal.
The gap between Eighth-rank Heavenly Immortal and Seventh-rank Martial Immortal was a chasm—like the difference between a god and a mortal, not even on the same plane.
“Chu Feng, you really lost to this trash?” Wuma Shengjie asked.
“My cultivation was weaker back then—I did lose,” Chu Feng admitted with an awkward smile.
“When was that?” she pressed.
“Uh… before entering the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm,” Chu Feng replied.
Wuma Shengjie frowned at that.
Before the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm, Chu Feng couldn’t even handle an Eighth-rank Heavenly Immortal. Now, he was a Seventh-rank Martial Immortal.
That progress was terrifying. It had only been a few months since the Cultivation Realm—barely half a year.
To break through continuously in such a short time, reaching Seventh-rank Martial Immortal, was like leaping an entire major realm. That speed was so shocking it left even her in awe.
“What are you two blabbering about? Whoever wants a beating, step up,” Tang Zhenghao snapped, irritated.
He’d unleashed his aura to inspire awe and intimidate Chu Feng and Wuma Shengjie.
But not only were they unfazed, they looked at him with disdain, which infuriated him.
“Tang Zhenghao, you’re such a disappointment. It’s been so long—how are you still just an Eighth-rank Heavenly Immortal?” Chu Feng asked.
“You, a loser I beat, dare look down on me? Today, I’ll make you call me ‘grandpa’!”
Enraged by Chu Feng’s words, Tang Zhenghao prepared to strike.
“Chu Feng, how are you here?”
Just then, a stunned voice rang out.
The moment it did, not only did Tang Zhenghao’s companions freeze, but Tang Zhenghao himself hurriedly retracted his aura and stepped aside.
The newcomers were people even he feared and dared not provoke.
They were…
Tantai Xing’er, ranked fourth among the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars.
Linghu Mingye, ranked fifth.
Linghu Lun, ranked sixth.
Mengyan Wushuang, ranked seventh.
Tongtian Yuanming, ranked eighth.
Alongside them were some Linghu and Tantai clansmen, plus others on good terms with them.
Like Tang Zhenghao, they’d come to challenge Wuma Shengjie. With only twelve entrances, they’d weighed their options and picked the Rat entrance as the safest bet.
But Linghu Mingye and the others never imagined Chu Feng would be here.
They were all his defeated foes, still haunted by what he’d done in the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm.
To put it simply, Chu Feng had left an indelible shadow in their hearts.
Seeing him made them tremble instinctively.
Meanwhile, Tang Zhenghao and his group had no clue what had happened in the Cultivation Realm.
When these newcomers arrived, Tang Zhenghao inwardly groaned—he was no match for them in raw strength.
“Well, well, what a coincidence—meeting again here. Mengyan Wushuang, Tongtian Yuanming, what are you here for? To challenge me?” Chu Feng asked with a playful grin, eyeing the stunned group.
“Uh, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Brother Chu Feng! Total misunderstanding!”
“If I’d known you were here, I wouldn’t have dared come in!” Mengyan Wushuang shook his head frantically.
“What’s going on?”
Tang Zhenghao and his companions were dumbfounded by the scene.
Mengyan Wushuang’s cultivation outstripped Tang Zhenghao’s, and Tang had fought him before, knowing his ferocity.
Yet now, seeing Chu Feng, Mengyan Wushuang was panicking—like he was terrified of him, reduced to a coward.
“If you know I’m here, why aren’t you leaving?” Chu Feng’s tone suddenly turned stern.
“He dares talk to them like that? This Chu Feng must be an idiot,” Tang Zhenghao and his group thought, staring at Chu Feng like he was a fool.
But what happened next left them utterly stunned.
“Brother Chu Feng, don’t get mad—I’m leaving, I’m leaving!”
Mengyan Wushuang bowed as he spoke, then turned and bolted out of sight.
“Brother Chu Feng, I just came to look around. If you don’t like it, I’ll go—hehe!”
Tongtian Yuanming turned to leave too. In his haste, the tall man crashed into a rock jutting from the ceiling, stumbling hard.
But he didn’t pause—scrambling up, he fled, perfectly embodying a panicked retreat.
Most shocking of all, even Linghu Mingye left.
Now, aside from those who’d come to watch the commotion, only Tantai Xing’er and Linghu Lun remained.
“What, want another lesson?” Chu Feng asked Linghu Lun.
“Chu Feng, don’t get too cocky. You’d better not enter that array—if you do, I swear you’ll come out crying.”
Linghu Lun snorted coldly, spitting out his threat before flicking his sleeve and storming off.
By now, Tang Zhenghao and his group were slack-jawed, eyes wide, completely dumbfounded.
No matter how they looked at it, these big shots seemed to have been scared off by Chu Feng…
