“What are you all standing around for? Why aren’t you moving?”
“Go down and take back the first and second worlds.”
Seeing the Gate of Reversal open but his seven companions unmoving, Nangong Yifan snapped impatiently.
“Uh… Yifan, are we all going?” one of them asked.
His question stemmed from concern for Nangong Yifan.
Though they knew Nangong Yifan was strong, they didn’t know the full extent of his power.
Leaving him alone to face Chu Feng and the others made them uneasy.
“All of you, go. I’m enough here,” Nangong Yifan declared.
“This…”
His words sent a chill through everyone, especially the Ancestral Martial Star Domain youths.
Arrogance—what sheer arrogance!
Knowing Chu Feng had mastered the *Qifa Powan Jun* manual to its peak and seeing Kong Ci, Xian Yun, and the others equipped with numerous treasures, Nangong Yifan still dared to speak so boldly. If this wasn’t arrogance, what was?
This was absolute arrogance—arrogance so extreme that, despite Chu Feng and his team’s demonstrated strength, Nangong Yifan still didn’t take them seriously.
Yet, faced with such arrogance, no one could argue. Everyone knew Nangong Yifan had the capital to back it up.
To this day, no one knew the true extent of his strength within the chess array.
“Alright, Yifan, be careful.”
Seeing his confidence, the All-Heaven youths didn’t hesitate. They leaped toward the Gate of Reversal.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—*
Seven figures moved in unison.
*Step—*
*Step—*
*Step—*
But when they landed, they froze in shock.
Not just them—Kong Ci and the others were equally stunned.
Even Nangong Yifan turned, his brows furrowing, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
The seven All-Heaven youths had landed back in the third world, right where the Gate of Reversal had been.
But the gate was gone.
The Gate of Reversal had been closed.
“Yifan, what’s this about?” one All-Heaven youth asked, looking at Nangong Yifan.
Not just him—others turned to him, assuming he had closed the gate.
“It wasn’t me,” Nangong Yifan said.
“Not you?”
The crowd was puzzled. If not Nangong Yifan, who could close the Gate of Reversal?
“You?” Nangong Yifan and the All-Heaven youths suddenly turned their gazes to Chu Feng.
The Ancestral Martial youths followed suit.
Facing their questioning looks, Chu Feng didn’t answer directly. Instead, he said, “I told you, this is now the Ancestral Martial Star Domain’s domain. And since it’s our domain, how could we let you All-Heaven people come and go as you please?”
“My heavens, it really was Chu Feng!”
“So powerful—he can even control the Gate of Reversal!”
The crowd now confirmed that Chu Feng had indeed closed the gate.
This sparked new anticipation for Chu Feng’s abilities.
After all, forcibly closing a Gate of Reversal opened by someone else required far greater skill than opening one.
Once it was clear Chu Feng was responsible, Nangong Yifan’s expression darkened.
Having his gate closed by Chu Feng without his knowledge was humiliating.
No one in the chess array had ever made him lose face like this.
“Chu Feng, I underestimated you. But do you really think this makes you capable of defeating me?”
With a sudden roar, Nangong Yifan unleashed an immense surge of chess power.
The power swept out like a hurricane, so overwhelming that it stirred up dust, shattered everything in its path, and even Kong Ci and the others, armed with treasures, were powerless against it. They were blown away like leaves, carried helplessly by the storm.
“What… what kind of chess power is this?”
Even Lord Shoujian, let alone the others, was stunned.
Nangong Yifan’s chess power was terrifying—capable of obliterating the third world in an instant, turning it into a living hell.
“Damn it, is this guy even human?”
“A monster—he’s absolutely a monster.”
“So this is the opponent we’ve been facing? How can we compete? Just cancel the Ancient Martial Chess match. We’re not even on the same level. There’s no point to this game anymore.”
Kong Ci and the others had been blown to the edge of the third world. If not for the barrier, they’d have been ejected entirely.
Thankfully, their treasures spared them serious injury.
But facing such overwhelming power, they felt both furious and despairing.
Furious at being toyed with by Nangong Yifan, yet helpless.
Despairing because Nangong Yifan’s strength seemed insurmountable, no matter how hard they tried.
“So terrifying—truly terrifying.”
Not just the Ancestral Martial youths—even the All-Heaven youths couldn’t help but voice their fear and awe.
Even they were shaken by Nangong Yifan’s chess power.
*Whoosh—*
But then, another colossal wave of chess power erupted in the third world, seemingly even stronger. When it appeared, it reversed the tide, forcibly neutralizing Nangong Yifan’s world-shaking chess power.
“Chu Feng—it’s Chu Feng!!!”
The crowd could now see that this new surge of chess power came from Chu Feng.
It was Chu Feng who had countered Nangong Yifan’s chess power.
“You… how do you possess such chess power?”
For the first time, even the ever-confident Nangong Yifan’s expression changed.
Always self-assured, dismissing everyone else, he now showed a shift. A trace of panic flickered in his eyes.
