Chu Feng’s words, though ruthless, were nothing but a joke in the eyes of the Linghu Heavenly Clan.
They didn’t take him seriously at all.
“Chu Feng, gouge out your own eyes, and I might consider leaving you an intact corpse,” Linghu Zhishi said.
But Chu Feng seemed to ignore him, responding instead, “Clan Chief Linghu, remember this.”
“The deaths of your Linghu Heavenly Clan today are all thanks to you.”
Seeing Chu Feng like this, people thought he’d gone mad, spouting nonsense.
“Is Chu Feng crazy? What gibberish is he talking about?”
“He’s definitely lost it.”
For a moment, voices of disbelief echoed everywhere.
*Buzz—*
But in the next instant, something strange happened.
A white, translucent light barrier appeared before Chu Feng and the Chu Heavenly Clan, enveloping them like a fortress.
And it wasn’t just Chu Feng, Gu Mingyuan, and the others.
Even the Chu Heavenly Clan members bound on Linghu Zhishi’s warship were surrounded by identical light barriers.
Most crucially, when these barriers appeared, everyone felt a jolt. The barriers exuded an overwhelming sense of power.
An indestructible formation!!!
“What is this?”
Seeing the formation, everyone’s eyes widened in shock.
They recognized it as a formation, but their question stemmed from ignorance of where such a powerful formation came from.
“It’s Chu Feng!!!”
Suddenly, someone shouted, and all eyes turned to Chu Feng.
Upon looking, they noticed a stick in Chu Feng’s hand, unremarkable at first glance.
But it was emitting white talismans, and upon closer inspection, those talismans held an unfathomable power.
“Is this white protective formation coming from that stick?”
“What kind of treasure is that?”
“To release such a powerful formation?”
“And to protect even those bound by the Linghu Heavenly Clan—it’s like he’s controlling it at will!”
In an instant, the sea of onlookers erupted.
People couldn’t stay calm.
They’d never seen such a formidable treasure in their lives.
Now, they seemed to understand why Chu Feng dared to show up, knowing today was a death trap.
They also realized his earlier words weren’t nonsense.
Chu Feng held a trump card.
It could not only keep him safe but likely protect the entire Chu Heavenly Clan.
People felt this way because they could sense the formation’s immense strength.
“Chu Feng, do you really think this formation alone can protect them?” Linghu Zhishi said coldly, his voice still dripping with disdain.
Despite the formation’s power, he didn’t take it seriously.
“Clan Chief Linghu, why don’t you test the strength of my formation yourself?” Chu Feng replied.
“If I act, you’ll all die.”
As Linghu Zhishi spoke, he unleashed his Second Rank Supreme pressure.
Second Rank Supreme, the strongest realm in the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
His pressure swept through heaven and earth, invincible in its might.
Fueled by his towering rage, it was even more ferocious.
Linghu Zhishi was ready to strike, and everyone knew he meant to kill.
But just as his pressure surged, his expression shifted.
He quickly turned to look behind him.
Following his gaze, people saw a light barrier appear around Linghu Hongfei, encasing him.
Though small, only protecting Linghu Hongfei, it was identical in form and aura to the barriers shielding the Chu Heavenly Clan.
Chu Feng had not only protected his clan but also enveloped Linghu Hongfei, wielding the formation with absolute control.
But why would Chu Feng protect Linghu Hongfei?
It made no sense—everyone had seen Chu Feng’s hatred for him.
Was it mockery?
Humiliation?
That was the first thought.
But then, the light barrier began to shrink.
As it contracted, Linghu Hongfei’s space dwindled, threatening to crush him to death.
Panicking, Linghu Hongfei pushed against the barrier, but it wouldn’t budge.
He tried various techniques, but nothing could halt the shrinking barrier.
Seeing this, realization dawned.
Chu Feng wasn’t just humiliating the Linghu Heavenly Clan.
This formation could protect *and* kill.
“Clan Chief Linghu, won’t you act? Are you going to watch Linghu Hongfei be crushed to death?” Chu Feng said with a smug grin, his demeanor calm yet playful.
“Hmph.”
Linghu Zhishi snorted coldly, then thrust both palms forward like blades, stabbing at the protective formation.
*Clang—*
But his strike didn’t pierce the formation. Instead, the force sent the barrier—and Linghu Hongfei—flying.
“This formation is really that strong?”
Though people had sensed its power, seeing Linghu Zhishi, the strongest in the Ancestral Martial Starfield, fail to break it left them stunned.
“Damn it.”
Linghu Zhishi began using various methods to break the formation.
Weapons, martial techniques—nothing worked. The formation was indestructible.
He couldn’t damage it in the slightest.
All he could do was watch as Linghu Hongfei was squeezed, screaming in agony…
And he, the strongest in the Ancestral Martial Starfield, was powerless.
Not because he didn’t want to save Linghu Hongfei, but because he simply couldn’t.
