Upon seeing the old man, Lord Shujian’s brows furrowed.
He recognized him instantly.
This old man was Beiyang Luochuan, the grandfather of Beiyang Luo, and one of the supreme elders of the Zhutian Sect in the Upper Realms.
A genuine Supreme Realm powerhouse.
“Beiyang Duochuan, for a senior to interfere in the conflicts of juniors, aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed?” Lord Shujian asked.
“Ridiculed? This kid used despicable means to defeat my sect’s Nangong Yifan. He’s not afraid of ridicule, so why should I be?” Beiyang Duochuan sneered.
“Despicable means? Chu Feng’s victory was fair and square, witnessed by everyone here. How can you call it despicable?” Lord Shujian retorted.
“You’re all in cahoots. Would I believe your words?” Beiyang Duochuan’s face was full of disdain, as if Lord Shujian was lying.
“You!” Lord Shujian was so furious he couldn’t speak.
He understood clearly that the other party was determined to target Chu Feng. They had plenty of excuses, and no explanation would matter.
“But rest assured, as an elder, I won’t make things too difficult for this kid,” Beiyang Duochuan said, turning to Chu Feng casually. “Kid, I’m not an unreasonable man. I won’t stoop to your level of shamelessness and deceit.”
“Here’s the deal: apologize to Nangong Yifan and the juniors of my Zhutian Starfield, then cripple your own cultivation. That’ll settle it.”
Hearing this, the expressions of the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s crowd changed, their eyes filled with worry as they looked at Chu Feng.
Crippling his cultivation? That wasn’t making things difficult—it was tantamount to destroying Chu Feng’s future, even crueler than taking his life.
“You want to touch my brother Chu Feng? You’ll have to go through me first.”
At that moment, Kong Tianhui stepped forward, arms spread, shielding Chu Feng behind him.
“The Zhutian Sect has some nerve, casually demanding to cripple someone’s cultivation.”
“Fine, if you want to cripple someone, start with me.”
Following him, Kong Ci, Long Ning, Xian Yun, and many other juniors stepped forward, standing in front of Chu Feng.
Seeing this, Chu Feng’s heart stirred.
They say true bonds are revealed in times of adversity.
Though Chu Feng had grown close to Kong Ci and the others recently, he hadn’t expected them to stand up for him in a life-or-death moment, even placing themselves in front of him.
“This is about me. I’ll handle it myself.”
Touched as he was, Chu Feng couldn’t hide behind Kong Ci and the others, letting them bear the brunt of this danger.
He tried to step forward.
But Kong Ci and the others stubbornly blocked him, even using techniques to boost their cultivation, forcibly keeping Chu Feng from moving forward.
They weren’t just posturing—they genuinely wanted to protect him.
“Hahaha!”
Seeing this, Beiyang Duochuan burst into laughter, but his face suddenly turned icy. “A bunch of kids dare to stand against me?”
*Whoosh—*
The overwhelming pressure filling the heavens intensified, transforming into a fierce wind that swept through.
The juniors shielding Chu Feng were blown away like scattered leaves.
Only Chu Feng remained standing.
At that moment, even the Ancestral Martial Starfield juniors frowned.
Though they came from prestigious clans, they were different from Wuming Yuanzhi of the Starfield Main Realm or the Zhutian Sect juniors.
Wuming Yuanzhi, Wuming Xiongmo, and the Zhutian Sect juniors were always accompanied by Supreme Realm protectors when traveling.
But they had no such guardians. Normally, no one dared offend the people of the Three Cities, so they were used to traveling alone.
Now, however, they felt deeply frustrated.
For the first time, they wished their forces had Supreme Realm experts protecting them.
If they did, they wouldn’t be in this predicament.
They desperately wanted to protect Chu Feng, but they were powerless.
Under Beiyang Duochuan’s immense pressure, they couldn’t even move, pinned in midair like nails.
They could barely protect themselves, let alone Chu Feng.
“Kid, will you do it yourself, or shall I do it for you?”
Beiyang Duochuan turned his gaze to Chu Feng.
His attitude was arrogant, speaking to Chu Feng as if issuing a command, leaving no room for choice.
“How about you do it yourself?”
But at that moment, a voice suddenly rang out.
When it did, everyone’s hearts stirred.
The voice didn’t belong to any of them.
Most importantly, as it sounded, three waves of pressure descended from the sky.
Each was at the Supreme Realm.
As these three pressures appeared, Beiyang Duochuan’s domineering aura was forcibly suppressed.
“Who’s there?”
Even Beiyang Duochuan, who had been acting superior moments before, took several steps back, a trace of panic in his eyes.
“Don’t you know who’s in charge here?”
The voice rang out again, and three figures appeared simultaneously, standing in front of Chu Feng.
On the left was a woman.
Though she appeared middle-aged, she was strikingly beautiful, exuding a seductive charm.
Her figure was perfection itself, the kind that made men’s hearts race.
The purple gown she wore seemed tailored for her flawless curves, accentuating her form while revealing long, elegant legs.
If Kong Ci and Xian Yun’s beauty could topple cities, this woman’s could ruin nations.
But her beauty wasn’t her only trait—her aura was immensely powerful, at the Supreme Realm.
