“If you want to teach me a lesson, let’s see if you have what it takes.”
Facing Li Xiao’s senior, Chu Feng remained fearless.
“Hmph, I know you’re an Insect-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist.”
“But even so, does that give you the right to bully the weak and oppress the younger generation?”
“Don’t think that just because you’re an Insect-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist, you can act recklessly and harass juniors.”
Immediately, the other experts backing the youngsters stepped forward, condemning Chu Feng.
“Enough talk. If you want to make a move, just do it. Why waste time?” Chu Feng said.
“You…”
Chu Feng’s words turned the experts’ faces green with anger.
Despite their loud posturing, none of them actually made a move.
Chu Feng was, after all, a Saint-Cloak World Spiritist.
World spiritists were different from martial cultivators. Saint-Cloak World Spiritists were rare in the All-Heaven Starfield.
And what made world spiritists formidable? Their connections.
So, despite their bluster, they were wary of actually attacking.
Even Li Xiao’s peak Venerable senior was the same.
His earlier display of pressure was just a bluff.
“How arrogant. You’re clearly in the wrong, yet you act so self-righteous.”
“You’re the kind of person who ruins the reputation of world spiritists.”
At that moment, another voice rang out, and an old man stepped forward.
Dressed in a Taoist robe, he exuded an air of immortality, like an old sage emerging from the mountains into the mortal world.
Clearly, he was no ordinary figure.
His robe wasn’t an ordinary Taoist garment—it was a world spiritist robe.
The power of spirit formations flowed through it like a dragon.
Upon closer inspection, it was Serpent-Mark Saint-Level formation power.
This man was a Serpent-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist.
His appearance commanded respect from all, whether spectators or those targeting Chu Feng. They showed deference, some even bowing with clasped fists.
Behind the old man followed a young man.
The young man glared at Chu Feng with anger, a hint of smugness on his face.
It was Meng Rufei.
Even before seeing Meng Rufei, Chu Feng had guessed the old man’s identity.
He must be Meng Rufei’s renowned master.
This was Zhang Duotuo, known as Master Duotuo.
When Zhang Duotuo appeared, he radiated dominance, showcasing his Saint-Cloak World Spiritist prowess and releasing his pressure.
However, compared to his spirit techniques, his cultivation was slightly weaker.
He was a peak Venerable.
While peak Venerable was not weak, Chu Feng had no fear of such a level.
But Zhang Duotuo was a prominent figure in the Reincarnation Upper Realm.
With his appearance, the experts aiming to deal with Chu Feng found their backbone, their gazes toward him growing fiercer.
“Everyone, a person like this deserves a lesson.”
“You don’t need to hold back. Today, I, Zhang Duotuo, will back you up.”
Zhang Duotuo spoke.
He had no intention of personally dealing with Chu Feng.
Perhaps he felt someone like Chu Feng wasn’t worth his direct intervention.
But his words gave Li Xiao’s seniors the confidence they needed.
One by one, they released their pressure again, this time not just for show—they were truly ready to teach Chu Feng a lesson.
Seeing them about to act, Chu Feng showed no fear, prepared to fight back.
“I advise you all to think twice.”
At that moment, a voice boomed from behind Chu Feng.
The voice startled everyone, but when they saw who it was, their expressions turned to disdain or even disgust.
It was Fan Chou.
“Everyone, you say Shura bullies the weak and oppresses the younger generation?”
“But he’s a junior too. How can he be accused of bullying the young?”
“If anything, it’s your disciples who are simply inferior in skill.”
Fan Chou spoke loudly.
He stood steady, his face calm.
Gone was his earlier timidity, replaced by a composure unshaken even if a mountain collapsed before him, exuding the air of a great general.
“Hmph, a junior? Laughable. How could a junior have the cultivation of a Second Rank Venerable?”
Fan Chou’s words were met with immediate mockery.
“Who says a junior can’t have Second Rank Venerable cultivation? Isn’t Nangong Yifan of the All-Heaven Sect a Second Rank Venerable?” Fan Chou countered.
“What a joke. Who is Nangong Yifan? The greatest genius of the All-Heaven Starfield. How can this guy compare to Young Master Nangong?”
The crowd sneered, finding Fan Chou’s words absurd.
“There’s always a sky beyond the sky, a person beyond the person. Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
“Nangong Yifan may be a top genius in the All-Heaven Starfield, but in the entire Holy Light Galaxy, he wouldn’t even rank. Let alone the vast martial cultivation world,” Fan Chou said.
“Are you saying this guy is some peerless genius from another starfield?”
“How shameless, pulling out the entire martial cultivation world to defend him.”
“Look at him—does he look like a peerless genius?”
“He’s clearly just a shameless bully.”
The crowd’s mockery grew sharper, their gazes more hostile.
They looked ready to pounce if Fan Chou said another word.
“Senior, this Fan Chou is with Shura. Don’t bother reasoning with him—they’re cut from the same cloth.”
At that moment, Li Xiao spoke to the senior before him.
“So that’s it. No wonder he’s defending this shameless guy—they’re in cahoots.”
“But I don’t bully juniors. Get lost now, and I’ll let it slide. If you persist, don’t blame me for being rude.”
Li Xiao’s senior pointed at Fan Chou as he spoke.
Others joined in, issuing threats.
If not for the growing crowd of onlookers, they wouldn’t have bothered with decorum and would’ve attacked already.
They maintained their dignity only because of the spectators.
But Fan Chou showed no fear, his brows furrowing in anger, “Today, I’m protecting Shura. If you insist on attacking, don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”
“Oh, a junior dares to talk so big?”
“Since you’re so clueless, you need a lesson too.”
The experts’ displeasure intensified, and their pressure surged, ready to strike both Chu Feng and Fan Chou.
Boom—
But as their pressure was released, a far stronger force swept through.
The pressure roared, stirring winds and clouds, surging outward with overwhelming might.
It instantly dispersed their pressure and sent everyone staggering back, including Meng Rufei’s master, Zhang Duotuo.
Looking closely, everyone’s faces changed, even Chu Feng’s.
The powerful pressure was at the Supreme level.
And most shockingly, it came from Fan Chou.
