“Friend, we’re all sensible people, so why act like this?”
“You can play the fool with these ignorant weaklings, but doing so with us is a bit much,” one of them said to Chu Feng in a mocking tone, spreading his hands.
Hearing this, the younger generation present felt a bit uneasy.
They could tell that the “ignorant weaklings” referred to them.
The words revealed how arrogant these people were.
But their strength gave them the right to be so, leaving the juniors daring to be angry but not to speak out.
Sensing a big fight was coming, many had already moved aside, and some even fled the area, fearing they’d get caught in the crossfire.
Those who stayed to watch were the bold ones.
“Don’t assume everyone is like you. Just because you’re not juniors doesn’t mean I’m not,” Chu Feng said, his expression and demeanor showing clear disdain for them.
“This guy’s got some thick skin,” they remarked, their words growing even more sarcastic.
“Friend, we’re not here to bully the young,” the one who first spoke to Chu Feng said.
“If you can prove you’re a junior, we definitely won’t pick on you. This world spirit jade? We’ll let it go.”
“It’s simple. Set up a formation to verify your junior status. You can set it,” Chu Feng replied.
“Alright, straightforward!”
The man nodded and immediately began setting up a formation.
Soon, a boundary gate stood before Chu Feng.
His technique was so discreet that even Chu Feng couldn’t discern his exact world spiritist level.
But one thing was certain: his world spiritist skills were no less than Chu Feng’s.
“Friend, pass through this gate,” the man said.
“Juniors can pass; non-juniors cannot.”
“If you can cross this boundary gate and prove you’re a junior, we’ll leave immediately and apologise to you.”
“Fine,” Chu Feng said, walking toward the gate.
As he moved, all eyes were on him.
Everyone wanted to know if Chu Feng was truly a junior.
If he was, it would be a monumental event, shaking the entire Reincarnation Upper Realm and even the All-Heaven Starfield.
A world spiritist genius of this caliber was unheard of in their starfield.
The Insect-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist Chu Feng had just defeated had gotten back up.
Seeing Chu Feng approach the gate, he sneered, “Hmph, he’s shameless to the core, actually trying it. Let’s see how long he can keep pretending.”
His eyes gleamed with anticipation—of Chu Feng’s humiliation.
Buzz—
But as his words fell, Chu Feng stepped into the boundary gate and passed through effortlessly.
“This…”
Not only the Insect-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist but all the juniors present were stunned.
Even the ten who had pressured Chu Feng earlier looked utterly shocked.
They couldn’t believe it—Chu Feng was actually a junior.
“I… I…”
The defeated world spiritist was so shocked he could barely speak.
To him, this was utterly humiliating, as it meant he’d just been beaten by a junior.
“Truly unexpected, meeting a rare world spiritist genius here today,” said the one who first spoke to Chu Feng, clapping.
“Within a hundred years, reaching Saint-Cloak level—such talent has limitless potential.”
His demeanor and tone showed genuine admiration for Chu Feng.
Swoosh—
Suddenly, he vanished.
When he reappeared, he was in front of Chu Feng, his hand reaching for the world spirit jade in Chu Feng’s grasp.
Fortunately, Chu Feng was prepared, gripping the jade tightly. Otherwise, the man’s sudden move would have snatched it away.
“So, you plan to go back on your word?” Chu Feng asked.
“Hahaha… little brother, you’re a smart one. If we’re bold enough to cheat our way in here, do you think we’re honorable gentlemen who keep our promises?”
“Let go now, and I’ll let you off. Otherwise… I can’t guarantee you’ll walk away unscathed,” he said, his words laced with menace.
Chu Feng, unfazed, replied coldly, “If you want this world spirit jade, let’s see if you’ve got the skill.”
“Skill? Little brother, since you put it that way, let me show you.”
As he spoke, boundary patterns surged on his world spiritist robe.
Seeing them, not only did Chu Feng’s expression shift, but the juniors present were dumbfounded.
The boundary power he unleashed was not just Saint-level—it was Serpent-Mark.
This man was a Serpent-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist.
“Little brother, what do you think of my skill?” he asked, smirking at Chu Feng with smug arrogance.
