“I can’t afford to lose?”
“I’m afraid I’ll beat you so badly you’ll be crawling home crying for your mama.”
*Swish—*
As Kong Tianhui spoke, he pulled out an object. With a flick of his arm, it glowed and transformed into a circular compass, hovering in the void.
Kong Tianhui leapt up, landing at the center of the compass.
“Step onto this compass and try to hit me. I won’t fight back. If you can knock me off this compass, you win,” Kong Tianhui declared.
“So arrogant.”
At that moment, everyone felt Kong Tianhui was outrageously cocky.
The compass’s radius was only a few hundred meters. At that distance, a single powerful attack could easily push him off.
For Kong Tianhui to say such things, especially to Chu Feng, who had fought Linghu Hongfei to a draw, was beyond arrogance—it was sheer hubris.
Yet, people couldn’t help but wonder: since Kong Tianhui dared to challenge Chu Feng, he must know about Chu Feng’s feats in the Nine Dragons Upper Realm.
Knowing Chu Feng’s capabilities and still issuing this challenge, he must have come prepared.
What kind of power did he possess to act so brazenly?
In an instant, the crowd’s blood seemed to boil.
Could it be that the three cities truly harbored juniors so heaven-defying that even Linghu Hongfei and Chu Feng were no match for them?
While the crowd marveled at Kong Tianhui’s audacious display, Chu Feng’s gaze was fixed on the compass.
“What, scared?” Kong Tianhui mocked, his tone growing more derisive as he noticed Chu Feng’s hesitation.
The crowd turned their attention to Chu Feng, especially those from the Great Thousand Upper Realm, their eyes brimming with undisguised anticipation.
They longed to see Chu Feng fight Kong Tianhui.
Those who had come to offer congratulations had witnessed Chu Feng’s strength, but the people of the Great Thousand Upper Realm didn’t know how far Chu Feng had grown.
They wanted to see just how much this young man, who had risen so far, had achieved.
“What did you just say?” Chu Feng finally shifted his gaze from the compass to Kong Tianhui.
“If you’re scared, just admit it. No need to play dumb,” Kong Tianhui sneered coldly.
“Scared? The word doesn’t exist in my dictionary.”
Chu Feng laughed—a scornful laugh.
*Swish—*
With a leap, Chu Feng landed on the compass.
Seeing Chu Feng step onto the compass, a strange glint flashed in Kong Tianhui’s eyes. He said, “Chu Feng, you’ve lost.”
His words confused the crowd, who didn’t understand why Kong Tianhui was so certain.
*Buzz—*
In the next moment, Kong Tianhui’s robes fluttered.
His long-hidden cultivation was released at that moment.
First-rank Venerable. Kong Tianhui’s cultivation was at the First-rank Venerable Realm.
“At such an age, already a First-rank Venerable?”
“Incredible. Worthy of Divine Body Royal City’s top junior.”
Feeling Kong Tianhui’s cultivation, many from the Great Thousand Upper Realm and the Chu Heavenly Clan were wide-eyed with amazement, especially the Chu Heavenly Clan members, who grew worried for Chu Feng.
Even the Jinshi Royal Clan and Hong Beast Clan marveled at Kong Tianhui’s prowess.
In the Ancestral Martial Starfield, most so-called geniuses were still in the Celestial Immortal Realm. Those in the Martial Immortal Realm were considered prodigy-level talents.
As for the Venerable Realm, it was beyond imagination. After all, the Jinshi Royal Clan’s chief, a ruler of an upper realm with a prestigious status, was only a First-rank Venerable himself.
The Jinshi Royal Clan chief, despite years of cultivation and being hailed as a genius in his youth, was only a First-rank Venerable.
Yet now, a junior under a hundred years old was also in the Venerable Realm. How could people not be astounded?
The gap in talent was truly enviable.
“Not enough.”
However, while others marveled at Kong Tianhui’s cultivation, some shook their heads and sighed.
These were people from various factions who had witnessed Chu Feng’s battle with Linghu Hongfei.
They acknowledged that Kong Tianhui’s cultivation at his age was heaven-defying. If he were challenging anyone else from the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars, he could easily win.
But unfortunately, he was up against Chu Feng. In their eyes, First-rank Venerable was far from enough.
After all, Linghu Hongfei, a Second-rank Venerable with countless heaven-defying techniques, couldn’t defeat Chu Feng.
“You said I’ve lost. How so?” Chu Feng asked.
“The gap in our cultivation is obvious. What do you think?” Kong Tianhui looked at Chu Feng mockingly, as if he were a clown, his gaze infuriatingly condescending.
Yet, facing such a Kong Tianhui, Chu Feng remained unruffled and asked, “If I make you leave the compass’s range, I win, right?”
“Exactly. Go ahead and try,” Kong Tianhui shrugged, exuding confidence. His demeanor suggested that even if Chu Feng attacked, he wouldn’t budge an inch.
“Very well.” As Chu Feng spoke, with a thought, a surge of boundless spirit power was released.
“This spirit power is so strong.” The moment Chu Feng’s spirit power emerged, it captivated the crowd’s attention.
“That’s Saint-level spirit power. Naturally, it’s strong,” an elder from the Tantai Heavenly Clan said.
“Saint-level spirit power? Does that mean…”
The crowd’s expressions grew complex, some even gaping in shock.
“Before the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars selection, Heavenly Secret Venerable predicted that at Ice Summit Peak in the Nine Dragons Upper Realm, the youngest Saint-cloak World Spiritist in the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s history would appear.”
“That person is none other than Young Friend Chu Feng.”
“Not only did Young Friend Chu Feng become the greatest world spiritist in the starfield’s history, but he also broke the formation left by the World Spirit Immortal King at Ice Summit Peak, obtaining the legendary treasure, the Nine Dragons Saint Cloak,” Tantai Yinjian spoke again.
His words stunned not just the onlookers but even the Chu Heavenly Clan’s chief, whose mouth fell open.
He had long known Chu Feng was extraordinarily gifted, but he never imagined Chu Feng would grow so quickly.
His cultivation had soared, and his spirit techniques had reached the unprecedented level of a Saint-cloak World Spiritist. He had even obtained the supreme treasure left by the World Spirit Immortal King, the Nine Dragons Saint Cloak.
Compared to Chu Xuanyuan’s heaven-defying feats from a young age, in the Chu Heavenly Clan chief’s eyes, Chu Feng’s rapid growth in such a short time was even more astonishing.
*Ugh—*
But at that moment, Chu Feng’s body suddenly trembled, and he staggered back several steps.
“Chu Feng!!!”
Seeing this, the Chu Heavenly Clan members were filled with worry.
At that moment, Chu Feng’s face was pale, and the spirit power he had released was being drained.
Draining his spirit power was none other than the compass beneath his feet.
“The compass is rigged!”
In an instant, the crowd realized the problem.
