With a furious roar, Chu Feng’s closed eyes snapped open, and he cast his gaze toward the source.
He just wanted to see which fool dared to speak to him like that.
A man appeared in Chu Feng’s line of sight.
No need to elaborate—this man was clearly a junior.
Yet he looked like a middle-aged man, with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and a beard on his face.
If Chu Feng didn’t know that only juniors could enter the Spirit Mansion Gate, he’d have thought some cultivator with thousands of years of experience had sneaked in.
That said, the man was robust, with a cold gaze, exuding a fierce aura.
He wore a spiritist robe, and from the spirit patterns on it, Chu Feng could tell he was a Snake-Mark Immortal-Robe Spiritist.
Though this level was negligible to Chu Feng, he knew this man was among the stronger junior spiritists here, aside from himself.
Most spiritists present were still at the Royal-Robe level.
“Trouble’s brewing—this guy’s in for it.”
“He’s crossed Wang Guangchen, the Fiend Star. He’s done for.”
Though Chu Feng didn’t take this man seriously, the other juniors present looked worried.
They were concerned for Chu Feng.
Most were from the Reincarnation Upper Realm, with only a few from other upper realms.
Wang Guangchen, however, was a junior from another upper realm in the All-Heaven Starfield.
Yet he was famous in the Reincarnation Upper Realm as a spiritist genius.
Years ago, within the Seven Suns Mountain Range’s Spirit Mansion Gate, a great battle had occurred.
Over a hundred spiritists from the Reincarnation Upper Realm had banded together against one from another realm.
But they were utterly defeated, and the one who crushed them was Wang Guangchen.
Since then, Wang Guangchen rose to fame, his name spreading widely.
People called him the Fiend Star, for he was ferocious, unreasonable, and terrifying like a true fiend.
Yet, Wang Guangchen hadn’t returned to the Spirit Mansion Gate for two years.
No one expected him to show up this time, nor that his spiritist techniques had advanced.
Last time, he was a Worm-Mark Immortal-Robe Spiritist. Now, two years later, he’d broken through to Snake-Mark Immortal-Robe.
For most juniors, reaching Immortal-Robe Spiritist was near impossible.
Yet Wang Guangchen had achieved it early, at just over seventy years old. Given his age and terrifying talent, people believed he could become a Dragon-Mark Immortal-Robe Spiritist before a hundred.
Thus, in everyone’s eyes, Wang Guangchen wasn’t just a Fiend Star—he was a capable one.
So when they saw him curse at Chu Feng, they all thought Chu Feng was doomed.
“Watch your mouth, or I’ll tear it apart.”
At that moment, a voice rang out.
It was Chu Feng, addressing Wang Guangchen.
After speaking, Chu Feng turned away, completely dismissing Wang Guangchen.
This stunned not just the onlookers but Wang Guangchen himself.
In the Spirit Mansion Gate, everyone knew him.
With his fearsome reputation, people avoided him. Yet today, someone dared to speak to him like this?
“You ignorant fool, daring to mouth off to me? Today, let’s see who tears whose mouth!”
Suddenly, Wang Guangchen erupted, his rage palpable to all.
It wasn’t just rage—his immense spirit power surged forth.
Within the Spirit Mansion Gate, martial power was sealed, leaving only spirit techniques usable.
Thus, all power here was spirit power.
When Wang Guangchen unleashed his, it dwarfed everyone else’s.
Most had Royal-level spirit power, but his was Immortal-level, Snake-Mark Immortal-level.
Such power in the Spirit Mansion Gate was like a beast among sheep, dazzling and terrifying.
“This guy’s done for, absolutely done.”
In that moment, everyone thought Chu Feng was finished.
Rumble—
But the next moment, a deafening roar shook the plaza.
Every spiritist felt a primal fear.
It was as if a group of rabbits sensed a tiger’s presence—a suppression from the depths of their bloodline.
“My heavens.”
When people looked toward the sound, they froze, dumbfounded.
Powerful spirit power swirled around a first-grade stone pillar, forming a formidable spirit array.
They recognised this power—it wasn’t Royal, Immortal, or even Exalted.
It was Saint-level, the legendary Saint-level spirit power!
Most unbelievably, it came from Chu Feng, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
“How is this possible? This guy’s a Saint-Robe Spiritist?”
Everyone was stunned, including Wang Guangchen, who was scared senseless.
They couldn’t believe it. In all their lives, they’d never heard of a junior becoming a Saint-Robe Spiritist.
Yet this unheard-of event was unfolding before their eyes?
“What did you just say?”
After releasing his spirit power, Chu Feng turned, casting his gaze back.
But when he looked at Wang Guangchen, even he was surprised.
The once-aggressive Wang Guangchen was now kneeling on the ground.
“Sir, no need to say more. Today, it’s definitely you tearing my mouth.”
“I was wrong, sir. Please give me a chance.”
Wang Guangchen wailed, kneeling and begging.
Seeing this, the already stunned crowd stared in even greater shock.
If they hadn’t seen it themselves, they’d never believe someone could become a Saint-Robe Spiritist within a hundred years.
Likewise, they’d never believe Wang Guangchen would beg for mercy.
