Whoosh!
Just as Song Jinglun was feeling uneasy, a fierce gust of wind swept out from Chu Feng’s direction.
Under the howling of the wind, the energy ripples filling the heavens instantly dissipated.
But as the ripples faded, not only the disciples of Nine Star Heavenly Mountain, but even those outside the barrier world found it hard to believe.
Because Chu Feng was still standing in his original spot.
Not only had he not moved a single step, his body was completely unscathed.
Song Jinglun’s ninth-stage immortal technique hadn’t harmed him in the slightest!
“How… how did he do that?” The crowd was stunned by Chu Feng’s condition.
In fact, even Song Jinglun was dumbfounded.
Whoosh!
But in the next moment, Chu Feng suddenly moved.
He transformed into a bolt of lightning, like a thunder dragon streaking across the sky with a resounding roar, charging straight at Song Jinglun.
Almost everyone saw him move.
Including Song Jinglun.
But his speed was simply too fast, so fast that even though Song Jinglun彼此
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fast that even though Song Jinglun noticed his attack, he had no time to dodge.
Pfft!
The next moment, when people saw Chu Feng again, he was standing behind Song Jinglun.
Both of Chu Feng’s hands were crackling with lightning.
Everyone could see that his hands had transformed into sharp blades, extremely keen.
Most crucially, one of Chu Feng’s hands was aimed at Song Jinglun’s neck; a slight movement would pierce it.
The other hand was aimed at Song Jinglun’s dantian.
At that moment, not only was Song Jinglun terrified, but even Ouyang Pingzhi was scared stiff.
They could all sense Chu Feng’s cultivation level.
Fifth-rank Venerable.
This was the same level as Ouyang Pingzhi and Song Jinglun.
Yet, with the same cultivation, Song Jinglun was utterly powerless before Chu Feng.
It turned out that not only was Zhao Zicheng helpless against him, but Song Jinglun was as well.
Gulp!
Song Jinglun nervously swallowed.
In just an instant, his face was drenched in sweat.
“You… you win.”
As he spoke, Song Jinglun took out the glove he had obtained from breaking the formation.
He didn’t resist further. Though Chu Feng hadn’t injured him, he chose to surrender.
Because the moment Chu Feng acted, the moment he stood before him, the moment those blade-like hands were poised at his neck and dantian, he knew this person was someone he could not defeat.
“You should’ve done this earlier,” Chu Feng said with a slight smile, retracting his attack and taking the glove from Song Jinglun.
“You’re sensible enough, unlike your junior brother,” Chu Feng continued. “You should teach him to be cautious with his words when he doesn’t know his opponent’s strength. Today, he met me, and I only taught him a lesson. If he’d met someone else, he might not have survived.”
After Chu Feng’s words, the disciples of Nine Star Heavenly Mountain were so angry they couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
Zhao Zicheng’s cultivation had been crippled, and he called it just a lesson? How shameless was this guy?
But their curses remained in their hearts, too afraid to be voiced.
When even Song Jinglun had conceded and handed over the glove, they knew no one from Nine Star Heavenly Mountain in this barrier world dared challenge that man.
“Junior Brother Wang, I never expected you to hide your strength so well,” a voice suddenly sounded by Chu Feng’s ear.
It was Ouyang Pingzhi.
The same Ouyang Pingzhi who had previously threatened to teach Chu Feng a lesson now looked at him with a fawning smile.
His attitude was a complete reversal from before.
Looking at Ouyang Pingzhi, Chu Feng felt disgusted.
People like Ouyang Pingzhi were no different from Wang Chen—just bullies who preyed on the weak.
“No need to cozy up to me. We’re not the same kind,” Chu Feng said to Ouyang Pingzhi.
At these words, Ouyang Pingzhi’s face turned awkward and sour.
But Chu Feng didn’t even glance at him. After speaking, he had already shot into the air.
He didn’t linger but flew toward another purple light pillar.
Everyone knew what he was after—he was surely going to seize the treasures within that purple light pillar.
After all, there were twelve purple light pillars piercing the sky.
The six major powers had each claimed only one.
So, six pillars remained untouched.
Chu Feng didn’t go straight to compete with Nangong Yifan and the others but chose to tackle the unclaimed pillars himself.
After Chu Feng left, Song Jinglun let out a sigh of relief.
He finally dared to move. First, he wiped the cold sweat from his face, then approached Zhao Zicheng to treat his injuries using his own methods.
But as he examined him, his heart stirred.
To his shock, though Zhao Zicheng’s dantian was damaged and some cultivation had been lost, it wasn’t severe.
It was an injury that could be healed without affecting his cultivation or future potential.
In simple terms, Zhao Zicheng’s wounds looked frightening but weren’t that serious.
As Chu Feng had said, he had indeed only taught Zhao Zicheng a lesson.
Song Jinglun looked toward the direction where Chu Feng had vanished and said, “That guy actually showed mercy.”
“Senior Brother Song, what… what did you just say?” The disciples had heard Song Jinglun clearly but couldn’t comprehend it.
They had been severely injured and tormented by that man.
Why was their senior brother saying he showed mercy?
Wasn’t he siding with an outsider?
“I’m saying, you lot should watch your mouths in the future. Next time, you might not get off with just physical pain,” Song Jinglun scolded the disciples.
“We understand,” the Nine Star Heavenly Mountain disciples replied, lowering their heads in acknowledgment.
But inwardly, they were resentful. They were the ones who had been bullied, so why was their senior brother scolding them?
Besides, Song Jinglun himself wasn’t exactly known for watching his words.
“Brother Song, is Junior Brother Zhao’s injury alright?” a voice suddenly asked.
It was Ouyang Pingzhi.
Not only had Ouyang Pingzhi approached, but the disciples of the Wind-Thunder Sword Sect stood neatly behind him.
Their faces no longer showed hostility but rather apology—a gesture of contrition.
“What do you think?” Song Jinglun replied with a cold glance.
He didn’t appreciate Ouyang Pingzhi’s attitude.
He knew that Ouyang Pingzhi and the Wind-Thunder Sword Sect disciples were just putting on a show.
Not just for him, but mainly for the big shots watching from outside.
So, he had no interest in their insincere gestures.
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