Roar—
The dragon’s cry pierced the sky, sharper than before.
On closer inspection, the two giant dragons had grown larger, their radiant glow even more dazzling.
Chu Feng and Little Eleven were both pouring boundless barrier power into their respective boundary dragons, each aiming to crush the other and settle the score with these dragons.
Their battle raged for a full hour.
After an hour, the scales of victory finally began to tip.
From the ecstatic expressions of the Red Cloak Holy Land members, it was clear.
The balance was tilting in Chu Feng’s favour.
A spiritist’s barrier power wasn’t infinite, it had limits.
As both poured their barrier power into the dragons, their reserves dwindled rapidly.
Now, Little Eleven of the Secret Cave Saints showed signs of running dry.
Chu Feng’s dragon kept growing, while Little Eleven’s dragon stalled.
In this situation, Chu Feng’s dragon naturally gained the upper hand.
“Damn it, how do you have so much barrier power, you little brat? Did you take some pills?”
Little Eleven, frustrated, cursed loudly.
“I told you, spiritists vary in strength, and the volume of barrier power is one difference. Now do you see the gap between us?”
“Old fool, you’ve cultivated for so long, have you lived your years like a dog? How are you so useless, training all these years and still worse than a junior like me?”
Chu Feng didn’t hold back, relentlessly mocking Little Eleven.
As expected, in his disadvantaged state, Little Eleven trembled with rage under Chu Feng’s taunts.
One could easily imagine his face, teeth likely grinding to dust from anger.
“Little brat, don’t get cocky, the fight’s not over. I’ll show you who’s stronger.”
Little Eleven roared, then threw everything into urging his boundary dragon.
Unable to match Chu Feng’s barrier power, he tried to win with combat skills.
But he was mistaken.
Combat skills were exactly what Chu Feng excelled at.
Chu Feng’s boundary dragon was ferocious, swiftly tearing Little Eleven’s dragon apart.
Then, it opened its gaping maw, lunging to devour Little Eleven.
Seeing defeat, Little Eleven used a barrier treasure to escape, but the dragon caught up.
“Stop, I surrender!”
With no escape, Little Eleven finally shouted.
His words dripped with reluctance and helplessness, yet he showed no shame, proving his thick skin.
Before the fight, he’d boasted loudly, but seeing he couldn’t win, he surrendered instantly without a hint of embarrassment, a shamelessness not everyone possessed.
As he spoke, the Red Cloak Holy Land members’ faces lit up with joy, even the usually stoic elders grinning widely.
Even Yin Zhuanghong, typically cold, now wore a charming smile.
As the saying goes, rarity breeds value. On her usually aloof yet beautiful face, a rare sweet smile was like a marvel, captivating everyone, even women.
“You lost, so pay up. The Boundary Martial Pearl should return to its rightful owner,” Chu Feng said to the Secret Cave Saints’ leader.
“Hmph, you think we Secret Cave Saints don’t keep our word?”
The leader spoke, tossing the Boundary Martial Pearl back to the Red Cloak Holy Land Leader.
“Little brat, you’ve got some skill,” the Secret Cave Saints’ leader said, eyeing Chu Feng.
“You should know whether I have skill,” Chu Feng replied.
“Hmph, last time wasn’t my true strength, what’s there to be smug about?”
“If you’re so great, fight again,” the leader said.
“Been waiting for you to say that. This time, you’ll have to wager the Yin-Yang Soul-Locking Rope,” Chu Feng said.
“No problem, but you’ll need to stake the Boundary Martial Pearl and the Ancient Rainbow Stone,” the leader replied.
“You want both of Red Cloak Holy Land’s sacred treasures? That’s too much!”
“Secret Cave Saints, you may be shameless, but this is a new low.”
The Red Cloak Holy Land elders voiced their outrage.
“Make it clear, you’re the ones asking for another wager.”
“We’re not forcing you to bet.”
“Anyway, those are my terms. Bet or don’t,” the leader said nonchalantly.
“You…”
The Red Cloak Holy Land elders gritted their teeth, helpless.
He had a point.
Under pressure, they turned to their Leader.
Their gazes were complex, as if urging her to let it go.
The Secret Cave Saints were too outrageous.
But to everyone’s surprise, the Red Cloak Holy Land Leader looked at Chu Feng, “Prince Shura, we’ll trouble you to fight them again.”
Her words made her decision clear.
Despite the Secret Cave Saints’ outrageous demands, she agreed.
“Wait, I’m not done. This time, we Secret Cave Saints will all fight together.”
“So, you might want to reconsider?”
The leader said with a sly grin.
