Though these youngsters inwardly despised Chu Feng, they didn’t dare provoke him openly, only submitting on the surface while cursing him in their hearts.
But Chu Feng seemed to see through their thoughts. Whenever he found someone displeasing, he’d unleash a torrent of scolding.
And they didn’t dare fight back.
The sight of Chu Feng struck fear into them, like seeing the King of Hell. They avoided him, terrified of drawing his ire.
In their frustration, they repeatedly looked to Meng Rufei and Yin Zhuanghong.
Some even sent secret messages…
They were seeking help from Meng Rufei and Yin Zhuanghong, hoping they’d rein in Chu Feng.
After all, in this place, only Meng Rufei and Yin Zhuanghong had the power to stop him.
But their pleas went ignored. Meng Rufei’s attention was entirely on Yin Zhuanghong.
And Yin Zhuanghong’s focus was solely on the arrays ahead.
At first, Meng Rufei broke the arrays with his own skill.
But later, it was clear he relied heavily on Yin Zhuanghong’s guidance.
Of course, only Chu Feng noticed this; the others were clueless.
In their eyes, their smooth progress was all thanks to Meng Rufei alone.
As they pressed forward, they crossed jungles, scaled mountains, ventured underground, and passed through caves.
Now, they stood in a corridor made entirely of bronze.
At the corridor’s end were sixteen bronze gates, identical in size, with matching keyholes. Only the runes on the gates differed.
The runes were peculiar, resembling both drawings and characters. When studied closely, they seemed to writhe, yet when glanced away, they appeared still—utterly mysterious.
Notably, the keyholes matched the key in Fan Chou’s possession.
This made it clear that Fan Chou’s key could open the gates.
But there seemed to be only one chance, so they had to choose correctly. Opening the wrong gate could have dire consequences.
“Fan Chou, give me the key.”
After observing, Meng Rufei reached out, certain of his choice.
“It’s Fan Chou’s key. Why should he give it to you?” Chu Feng interjected.
Chu Feng didn’t dislike Meng Rufei but was put off by his high-and-mighty attitude.
His tone just now treated Fan Chou like a servant. The key belonged to Fan Chou, yet Meng Rufei demanded it as if issuing an order.
Facing Chu Feng, who spoke up for Fan Chou, Meng Rufei frowned, a flash of displeasure in his eyes, but he said nothing. Instead, he told Fan Chou, “Open the third gate.”
But as soon as he spoke, Chu Feng said, “Open the fourth.”
“Are you deliberately opposing me?”
Meng Rufei glared at Chu Feng, his eyes burning with anger.
“Not opposing you, just making the right choice,” Chu Feng replied.
“The right choice? What makes you think you can make the right choice? Who do you think you are?” Meng Rufei demanded sharply.
Chu Feng ignored him and turned to Fan Chou, “Brother Fan, trust me, open the fourth.”
Boom—
Suddenly, a wave of pressure erupted, knocking many youngsters to the ground.
As they realised what was happening, their expressions shifted. Their eyes held not just shock but also glee.
The pressure came from Meng Rufei.
He had finally acted, and more importantly, his cultivation was revealed.
A First Rank Venerable—Meng Rufei was a First Rank Venerable.
In their view, this level of cultivation was the pinnacle among the youngsters of the Reincarnation Upper Realm.
They couldn’t handle Chu Feng, but Meng Rufei surely could, simply because he was a First Rank Venerable.
“You’ve been throwing your weight around, bullying others here, and I, Meng Rufei, let it slide, giving you enough face.”
“But if you meddle in my affairs, I’ll make you understand who’s in charge here.”
Meng Rufei’s brows furrowed, his hair fluttering, exuding the aura of a god of slaughter, majestic and domineering.
Yet, facing such a Meng Rufei, Chu Feng showed no fear, calmly saying, “Since that’s the case, let me make things clear.”
“To me, Shura, everyone here is rubbish.”
“Except him and her.”
As he spoke, Chu Feng pointed to Fan Chou beside him and Yin Zhuanghong behind Meng Rufei.
Then, looking back at Meng Rufei, he continued, “Do you get my meaning?”
“If you don’t, I’ll spell it out: the rubbish in my eyes includes you.”
“You’re courting death.”
Meng Rufei was furious, his overwhelming pressure surging forth, transforming into countless ferocious beasts charging at Chu Feng.
This wasn’t a simple lesson—he was out to kill Chu Feng.
His attack carried a thick killing intent, felt by everyone present.
“Hmph.”
But facing the murderous Meng Rufei, Chu Feng merely snorted. A gust of wind swept from his body, charging straight at Meng Rufei’s attack.
In an instant, the beasts shattered, the pressure dissipated, and all of Meng Rufei’s attacks were effortlessly crushed by Chu Feng’s gust.
Meng Rufei himself was sent flying, crashing hard against the wall.
When he landed, he was coughing violently, blood mixed with his coughs.
“Hiss—”
Seeing this, everyone gasped.
They hadn’t expected that even Meng Rufei, a First Rank Venerable, was no match for this Shura.
What was this guy’s cultivation?
Could he be a Second Rank Venerable?
Looking at Chu Feng now, the fear in their eyes grew even deeper.
