“Big Brother, why aren’t you interrogating them?”
Zhang Boyi asked, confirming that the man seated in the main position was indeed Zhang Yanfeng.
“Those captured are all useless. Questioning them is pointless,” Zhang Yanfeng said without even opening his eyes, his tone dripping with disdain for the prisoners.
“You… sigh.” Zhang Boyi sighed, seemingly at a loss.
“Chu Feng?”
But at that moment, a cry of surprise rang out, followed by a chorus of gasps that instantly filled the entire hall.
The previously silent, almost eerily quiet hall erupted into chaos.
Looking up, Chu Feng saw that above the hall, where the passage he had entered through should have been, there was now no trace of it.
Instead, there was a massive cage hanging from the ceiling.
The cage was packed with people.
Among them were members of other forces, but most were from the Great Thousand Upper Realm—Ghost Sect Hall, Starfall Holy Land, and various other factions.
Naturally, there were also members of the Chu Heavenly Clan.
At this moment, all of them were bound by Spirit Formation ropes, truly prisoners.
“Chu Feng?”
Amid the cries of surprise, Zhang Yanfeng, who had been resting with his eyes closed, finally opened them.
After a quick scan, his gaze locked onto Chu Feng.
“Little Sister, who is he? Could he really be that Chu Feng?” Zhang Yanfeng asked.
“Big Brother, this is indeed Chu Feng, the one who fought Linghu Hongfei to a draw.”
“But guess what? I defeated him,” Zhang Shirui said, grabbing Chu Feng by the collar and strutting toward Zhang Yanfeng. She was utterly smug, her steps exuding arrogance.
“You defeated him?”
“Impossible. How could he be defeated by you? Are the rumours false?” Zhang Yanfeng stood up, scrutinising Chu Feng closely.
“The rumours are true, but he’s no match for me,” Zhang Shirui said.
But Zhang Yanfeng glanced at her and said, “You used the formation’s power to seal his Spirit Formation abilities, didn’t you?”
“Haha, you saw right through it. As expected of my brother,” Zhang Shirui said, her lips curling into a sweet but shameless smile.
“Little Sister, that’s not a fair victory,” Zhang Yanfeng said as his hand reached for the pendant on his chest.
Chu Feng noticed that when Zhang Yanfeng’s hand touched the pendant, a peculiar aura briefly surged through the hall. It vanished quickly, but Chu Feng still caught it.
Moreover, Chu Feng observed that Zhang Yanfeng’s pendant was different from those of Zhang Boyi and Zhang Shirui.
When they had first entered, all three pendants had been faintly glowing.
But now, the glow from Zhang Boyi and Zhang Shirui’s pendants had disappeared, while the light from Zhang Yanfeng’s pendant had grown noticeably brighter.
It was as if the power from Zhang Boyi and Zhang Shirui’s pendants had been siphoned off by Zhang Yanfeng.
“Brother, what are you doing? This guy’s a Saint-cloak World Spiritist—dangerous!”
Seeing this, Zhang Shirui hurriedly let go of Chu Feng and darted behind Zhang Yanfeng.
Not only her, but Zhang Boyi and the other Blood Devouring Demon Clan members in the hall also moved behind Zhang Yanfeng.
“What, you don’t trust your brother’s abilities?” Zhang Yanfeng glanced at Zhang Shirui.
Zhang Shirui pursed her lips, as if wanting to say something but ultimately holding back.
“So, you want to challenge me?” Chu Feng asked.
“Yes, I’d very much like to see what the son of Chu Xuanyuan is capable of.”
“That’s why I’m not sealing your Spirit Formation techniques. I want a fair duel between us.”
“But if you release that World Spirit of yours, it’d be meaningless. While having that World Spirit is part of your strength, it’s still a World Spirit, not you.”
“I want to fight you, not your World Spirit. Do you understand?” Zhang Yanfeng asked.
“I understand,” Chu Feng nodded.
“For fairness, I won’t use any means to boost my cultivation too much.”
“I’ve heard that with your Nine Dragons Saint Cloak, your Spirit Formation power is comparable to a second-rank Exalted.”
“So, I’ll only raise my cultivation to second-rank Exalted and won’t use any weapons. That way, it’s fair,” Zhang Yanfeng said.
“You’re not bad—much better than your sister,” Chu Feng said, glancing at Zhang Shirui.
“Tch—” Zhang Shirui didn’t get angry but rolled her eyes dismissively at Chu Feng.
“If I lose, does that mean I die here?” Chu Feng asked.
“Pretty much,” Zhang Yanfeng replied.
“And if I win?” Chu Feng asked.
“Then I’ll let you go,” Zhang Yanfeng said.
“That won’t do,” Chu Feng shook his head.
“What do you want, then?” Zhang Yanfeng asked.
Chu Feng raised his hand and pointed to the cage hanging from the ceiling, filled with the captured experts from the Great Thousand Upper Realm.
“I want to take them with me.”
“You don’t seem to understand the situation. You have no room to negotiate here,” Zhang Shirui said, looking at Chu Feng with a mocking sneer.
But Chu Feng gave a faint smile and said, “Sorry, little sister, I’m afraid I do have that qualification.”
“You…” Zhang Shirui was about to curse at Chu Feng, but the words caught in her throat, and she swallowed them back.
For some reason, she noticed that Chu Feng’s gaze had changed completely from before, as if he were a different person.
At that moment, his gaze gave her an odd feeling.
Was it… fear?
