“It’s Master Feng You.”
Following the voice, the crowd looked over and saw the speaker, their eyes filled with respect.
This speaker didn’t belong to any faction.
Yet, the leaders and even elders of the six major powers all recognised him.
He was an old man in a green Taoist robe, slightly stout, but his immortal-like aura was unaffected.
His fame stemmed from his exceptional skill in barrier techniques.
He was a Dragon-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist.
“Master Feng You, what other possibilities could allow this youth to have the ability to ignore such a formation?” the leader of Zhutian Sect asked.
“Based on my observation, while that formation has a strong blocking force against martial cultivators, its resistance to world spiritists is relatively weaker,” Master Feng You said. “If one reaches the Insect-Mark Saint-Cloak level, they could break the formation single-handedly, and faster than all the disciples of your six factions combined. At the Snake-Mark Saint-Cloak level, they could easily break it, with the time taken almost negligible. But with the power of a Dragon-Mark Saint-Cloak, one could directly ignore the formation without even needing to break it.”
However, after hearing Master Feng You’s words, the crowd largely dismissed them.
They firmly believed Master Feng You’s judgment was reliable.
Since he said a Dragon-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist could ignore the formation, it must be true.
But the idea that a young person could have the level of a Dragon-Mark Saint-Cloak was unheard of, unseen.
So, they simply ignored Master Feng You’s opinion.
They dismissed it because they thought his view was nearly impossible.
That Wang Chen must have some special treasure; he couldn’t possibly be a Dragon-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist.
…
Chu Feng’s speed in breaking formations was too fast, as he could ignore them entirely.
The time he spent was all on travelling; breaking the formation was a mere casual act.
Thus, his speed in obtaining treasures was far greater than Nangong Yifan’s and the others’.
In the end, he single-handedly broke four formations and acquired four treasures.
Counting the treasures he had taken from the Wind-Thunder Sword Sect and Nine Star Heavenly Mountain, Chu Feng now held six treasures.
As for Nangong Yifan, after defeating Wu Ming and Miao Jiutian, he led the Zhutian Sect disciples to break one more formation.
At this point, Nangong Yifan also had five treasures.
And he was still working on breaking the final formation.
At this moment, everyone outside the barrier world grew excited.
Though those inside the barrier world didn’t know the full situation, the onlookers outside, through the mirrored images in the void, knew everything happening within.
They could even clearly see that Wang Chen, the dark horse disciple of the Wind-Thunder Sword Sect, was flying toward Nangong Yifan.
Everyone knew a battle was imminent.
Would Nangong Yifan emerge victorious?
Or would this mysterious disciple, Wang Chen, prevail? Their hearts were full of anticipation.
However, they hadn’t noticed something.
Despite Chu Feng, disguised as Wang Chen, giving everyone confidence that he could rival Nangong Yifan, the leader of Zhutian Sect remained utterly unfazed.
He showed no concern for Nangong Yifan.
His gaze was almost as if he were waiting for Wang Chen to walk into his doom.
It seemed to him that no matter how impressive Wang Chen’s earlier performance was, he couldn’t defeat Nangong Yifan and would only serve as a stepping stone for Nangong Yifan’s fame.
Nangong Yifan’s battles with Shentu Haoli and others had been witnessed by the entire barrier world.
But Chu Feng’s battles with Song Jinglun and others hadn’t caused much of a stir.
Thus, Nangong Yifan was unaware of Wang Chen’s existence, nor did he know someone had already claimed the treasures from the other four purple light pillars.
In his view, he had defeated everyone.
But besides the pillar he was currently working on, four others remained unbroken.
He needed to speed up, so not only were the Zhutian Sect disciples breaking the formation, but Nangong Yifan himself was exerting all his effort.
Understanding Nangong Yifan’s plan, the Zhutian Sect disciples didn’t dare slack off.
They were fully focused on breaking the formation, ignoring everything else.
“You’re wasting your time. Leave this to me,” a voice suddenly boomed across the sky.
This caught all the Zhutian Sect disciples off guard.
Especially when they looked up and saw the figure in the sky, their eyes held not just surprise but astonishment and incomprehension.
Their first reaction to such a voice was that someone was here to cause trouble.
But now, standing in the sky was just one person.
And this person, wearing the attire of a Wind-Thunder Sword Sect disciple, was someone they didn’t recognise.
A nobody daring to challenge them?
Especially after Nangong Yifan had consecutively defeated Shentu Haoli, Miao Jiutian, and Wu Ming.
That a nobody would dare challenge Zhutian Sect seemed unbelievable.
Nangong Yifan glanced at Chu Feng but paid him no mind, turning back to continue breaking the formation.
He ignored Chu Feng because, in his eyes, Chu Feng wasn’t even worth his attention.
But Zhutian Sect disciples were always domineering. Even if Nangong Yifan ignored Chu Feng, the other disciples wouldn’t let him off.
“Get lost!” a displeased voice roared, accompanied by a domineering pressure surging toward Chu Feng.
It was the pressure of a Second-Rank Venerable.
Chu Feng recognised the one who acted.
This was Bei Yangluo.
When Nangong Yifan had gone to the Ancestral Martial Star Region, Bei Yangluo had followed him.
Though a genius himself, Bei Yangluo was Nangong Yifan’s loyal lackey.
Bei Yangluo didn’t take Chu Feng seriously at all.
So when he released his pressure, he did so with his back to Chu Feng.
After releasing it, he didn’t even bother to check, confident that his pressure would blast the Wind-Thunder Sword Sect disciple away.
“Bei Yangluo, you really shouldn’t have attacked me,” Chu Feng’s voice rang out again.
Not only did Bei Yangluo’s heart tremble, but all the Zhutian Sect disciples were shaken, even Nangong Yifan showed surprise.
The next moment, all the Zhutian Sect disciples turned their gazes to Chu Feng.
And what they saw intensified their shock.
In their eyes, the Wind-Thunder Sword Sect disciple still stood in the sky, not only unscathed but without retreating a single step.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Chu Feng vanished like a ghost.
The next moment, all the Zhutian Sect disciples’ faces changed drastically.
Because when they saw Chu Feng again, he was already among them.
And he was standing right in front of Bei Yangluo.
Chu Feng’s hand gripped Bei Yangluo’s neck, lifting him high.
As a Second-Rank Venerable, Bei Yangluo’s face was contorted in pain.
He looked utterly powerless to resist.
“It seems I wasn’t clear enough,” Chu Feng said. “Let me say it again. From now on, everything here belongs to me. You’d better leave obediently. If anyone dares resist, the consequences…”
He paused, then added, “Will be like his.”
With that, Chu Feng’s grip tightened.
Crack!
Bei Yangluo’s neck was snapped by Chu Feng.
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