“Haha!”
Suddenly, Zhang Yanfeng let out a laugh, his gaze toward Chu Feng becoming more profound.
“Fine, I’ll agree to your terms. But whether you can take them with you depends on your abilities.”
With that, a blue radiance emanated from Zhang Yanfeng’s body.
The radiance transformed, taking shape.
Horns like a deer, head like an ox, body like a snake, scales like a fish, feet like a phoenix, whiskers like a human, ears like an elephant.
It was a dragon!!!
The blue radiance formed the illusion of a massive blue dragon.
Though only an illusion, its presence was formidable, as if it were a guardian deity protecting Zhang Yanfeng.
But the illusion appeared only briefly before it began to contract.
As it shrank, it transformed into blue armour that enveloped Zhang Yanfeng’s body.
At the chest of the armour was a dragon’s head, so lifelike it seemed almost alive.
Once the armour formed, Zhang Yanfeng’s cultivation rose from first-rank Exalted to second-rank Exalted.
“Your Heavenly Bloodline is quite impressive,” Chu Feng remarked.
Zhang Yanfeng flashed a smug smile, then raised his hand toward Chu Feng:
“Now, let me see what you’ve got.”
“Alright,” Chu Feng replied. As he spoke, a glow surged from his body, and the radiant silhouette of the Nine Dragons Saint Cloak emanated from him.
Its aura was in no way inferior to Zhang Yanfeng’s Heavenly Bloodline.
“Interesting.”
“But whether it’s the real deal, we’ll have to find out.”
Clang
Zhang Yanfeng struck suddenly, condensing a spear of martial power that shot toward Chu Feng.
Faced with such an attack, Chu Feng didn’t even move. With a mere thought, his Saint-level Spirit Formation power also formed a spear, which shot back.
Chu Feng aimed not at Zhang Yanfeng but at the incoming martial power spear.
*Boom—*
The two spears collided, shattering instantly. Ripples of martial power and Spirit Formation energy surged outward like a hurricane, sweeping in all directions.
But this was only the beginning.
Zhang Yanfeng’s hands moved swiftly, as if commanding an army of millions, unleashing boundless martial power in an assault on Chu Feng.
Chu Feng, however, remained composed, countering every attack no matter how fierce Zhang Yanfeng’s onslaught was.
And Chu Feng wasn’t just defending—he was attacking within his defence and defending within his attacks.
“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe that Spirit Formation power could truly contend with martial power.”
Those who had heard of Chu Feng’s strength but never witnessed his techniques were filled with admiration.
The people from the Great Thousand Upper Realm were even more astonished:
“When did Chu Feng become a Saint-cloak World Spiritist, able to contend with a second-rank Exalted?”
For those from the Great Thousand Upper Realm, while they had long known Chu Feng was a genius, their understanding of him was still based on older knowledge.
They never imagined Chu Feng had grown this powerful.
The impact on them was immense.
Not only them, but even Zhang Shirui’s expression changed.
“Second Brother, Big Brother… he won’t lose, will he?” Zhang Shirui looked at Zhang Boyi beside her, her eyes filled with deep worry.
She knew Zhang Yanfeng’s capabilities well. Though he was her elder brother, sometimes she felt he was like a monster.
She wasn’t entirely sure how strong the three siblings’ talents were, but the Blood Devouring Demon Clan saw them as their hope, hailing them as once-in-a-millennium geniuses.
This reputation made Zhang Shirui extremely arrogant, but she also believed that, in terms of talent, she was far inferior to Zhang Yanfeng.
Zhang Yanfeng’s talent wasn’t just in his cultivation speed.
His techniques, strategies, and combat skills as a martial cultivator were extraordinary.
Back when they had just started cultivating, still young, the three siblings weren’t so far apart.
At that time, they were at the same cultivation level.
They practised the same mysterious techniques and martial skills, and their combat strength was equal.
But even when Zhang Shirui and Zhang Boyi teamed up, they couldn’t defeat Zhang Yanfeng.
Normally, Zhang Yanfeng would spend time sparring with them, taking it easy.
But once, when Zhang Yanfeng had urgent matters to attend to, Zhang Shirui and Zhang Boyi insisted on sparring with him.
Reluctantly, Zhang Yanfeng agreed, but that time, he defeated them both within ten moves.
That moment made Zhang Shirui realise just how vast the gap was between her, Zhang Boyi, and Zhang Yanfeng.
Because of Zhang Yanfeng’s strength, both Zhang Shirui and Zhang Boyi believed he was the greatest genius of the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
Even Zhang Yanfeng himself thought so.
He had long been preparing for the day when the Blood Devouring Demon Clan would return to the Starfield, planning to challenge Linghu Hongfei as his first act.
Today’s battle was a sort of test, a prelude to challenging Linghu Hongfei.
But the current situation was making Zhang Shirui uneasy.
Though Chu Feng wasn’t much in terms of martial cultivation, his mastery of Spirit Formation techniques was truly formidable.
Without even summoning his World Spirit, Chu Feng was holding his own against Zhang Yanfeng with just Spirit Formation arrays, fighting to a stalemate.
This was far from what she had expected.
“How could you ask such a question?”
Seeing Zhang Shirui’s worried expression, Zhang Boyi looked surprised.
“I’m just not sure. This Chu Feng seems like a completely different person. His Spirit Formation techniques are really strong,” Zhang Shirui said.
“No matter how strong his Spirit Formation techniques are, they’re still just Spirit Formation techniques. How could they compare to martial power? Especially against our Big Brother Zhang Yanfeng.”
“Don’t you know how terrifying he is when he gets serious?” Zhang Boyi said.
“You’re right!” After hearing Zhang Boyi’s words, Zhang Shirui suddenly regained her confidence.
After all, when Zhang Yanfeng hadn’t been serious in their spars, they thought they could defeat him or at least only lose by a small margin.
But when Zhang Yanfeng got serious, they realised how vast the gap truly was.
“How did I not think of it? The current stalemate is just an illusion.”
“Big Brother must be toying with Chu Feng, right?”
“It has to be. I knew it—how could a cowardly weakling like Chu Feng fight Big Brother to a draw?”
At this moment, Zhang Shirui looked back at the battle, the worry in her eyes gone, replaced by anticipation.
She was eager to see Zhang Yanfeng defeat the son of Chu Xuanyuan.
*Boom, boom, boom—*
As the battle between Chu Feng and Zhang Yanfeng dragged on, their techniques grew increasingly ferocious. Ripples of energy raged outward, obscuring the view of onlookers.
If Chu Feng and Zhang Yanfeng hadn’t deliberately restrained their power, everyone present would likely have been caught in the crossfire.
*Ugh—*
Suddenly, a muffled sound rang out, followed by a figure being sent flying, crashing into the wall.
When everyone looked closely, the Blood Devouring Demon Clan members were dumbfounded.
The one pinned to the wall was Zhang Yanfeng.
And at that moment, Zhang Yanfeng was covered in wounds!!!
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