“Shura, you really shouldn’t have come here,” Tuoba Chengan said to Chu Feng.
Boom—
Suddenly, Tuoba Chengan made his move.
With a wave of his sleeve, a tremendous pressure surged from his body, pressing toward Chu Feng.
This pressure was unique, taking physical form.
It transformed into countless giant scythes, aimed at tearing Chu Feng to pieces.
Yet, facing this pressure, Chu Feng neither dodged nor flinched. Instead, a faint smile curved his lips.
That smile was calm, brimming with confidence.
But Tuoba Chengan failed to notice this. In his eyes, he could easily crush Chu Feng. Chu Feng’s lack of evasion seemed like powerlessness, not anything unusual.
It wasn’t until the scythes reached Chu Feng, passing through him, that Tuoba realised something was amiss.
Despite the scythes’ ferocity, slicing through the air and sparking around Chu Feng, they didn’t affect him in the slightest.
After countless scythe-like pressures passed through him, not a single hair on Chu Feng’s head was harmed.
“You… blocked my pressure?” Tuoba Chengan’s brows furrowed, and he nervously scanned the surroundings.
He didn’t quite believe Chu Feng had blocked it himself.
He thought it more likely that a master was protecting Chu Feng, perhaps Zhao Hong.
“Is there anything wrong with me blocking your pressure?” Chu Feng said.
“Since I dared to show myself, it means I’m confident I can handle you.”
“I don’t even fear the heads of the five major forces, so why would I fear you?”
As Chu Feng spoke, he walked slowly toward Tuoba Chengan.
“Could it be, you have another treasure?” Tuoba Chengan asked, growing panicked. “How many treasures do you have?”
He spoke while retreating.
At the same time, a half-formed Supreme Weapon appeared in his hand.
“I don’t need treasures to deal with you,” Chu Feng said.
“Arrogant!”
Clang—
Suddenly, Tuoba Chengan flung his arm, and the half-formed Supreme Weapon shot toward Chu Feng as a beam of light.
It was a long sword, originally silver but now wreathed in purple flames.
This was an immortal technique, one compatible with the half-formed Supreme Weapon.
The weapon’s appearance already boosted Tuoba Chengan’s combat power, and combining it with the powerful immortal technique made the sword’s might terrifying.
As the sword struck, space trembled, and its pressure alone caused many nearby demon creatures to bleed from their orifices.
Yet, as the sword neared Chu Feng, he simply dodged with a flash, then reached out and grabbed it.
With a clang, Chu Feng caught the sword barehanded.
“You… you have combat power above mine?” Tuoba Chengan stammered.
“How did you do it?”
“Are you hiding your strength?”
“No, impossible. You couldn’t have hidden your strength.”
“Otherwise, back then, you wouldn’t have needed that treasure to barely match our sect leader.”
“A treasure, it must be another treasure.”
Tuoba Chengan was in complete panic.
At first, he thought someone was secretly protecting Chu Feng.
But now, he realised Chu Feng was relying on his own strength.
Yet, even now, he couldn’t sense Chu Feng’s cultivation realm.
“A treasure?” Chu Feng sneered, then continued, “Since you’re about to die, I’ll let you die understanding.”
Buzz—
As Chu Feng spoke, his body began to change.
A layer of armour appeared on him, protecting him from Tuoba Chengan’s attacks.
The armour was formed from a spirit formation.
“Spirit power? You blocked my attack with spirit power?” Tuoba Chengan exclaimed.
“No, impossible. This is absolutely impossible. I’m not ignorant. I know about spiritists’ combat power.”
“Even a Dragon Mark Saint Cloak Spiritist, with enhanced spirit techniques, can only match a First Rank Supreme.”
“But I’m a Third Rank Supreme. How could you suppress me with your spirit techniques?”
“You used a treasure, Shura. You’re not winning fairly.”
Tuoba Chengan insisted Chu Feng was using a treasure’s power to suppress him.
Chu Feng gave a faint smile, feeling no need to explain.
As long as he knew the truth, that was enough.
Tuoba Chengan wasn’t entirely wrong. A typical Dragon Mark Saint Cloak Spiritist could indeed only match a First Rank Supreme.
Chu Feng had used the Nine Dragons Saint Cloak to gain power comparable to a Second Rank Supreme.
As for matching a Third Rank Supreme, that was related to Master Tang Chen’s formation.
Though Chu Feng failed to break that formation, the pressure during the attempt caused a change in his bloodline power.
Perhaps a latent power was awakened, or his bloodline evolved.
What was certain was that his bloodline had been elevated.
This gave Chu Feng power far beyond other spiritists.
A typical Dragon Mark Saint Cloak Spiritist could only match a First Rank Supreme.
Previously, Chu Feng was the same.
But after his bloodline’s elevation, he gained power comparable to a Second Rank Supreme.
With the Nine Dragons Saint Cloak, he now matched a Third Rank Supreme, and due to the strength of both the cloak and his bloodline, his combat power far exceeded that of an ordinary Third Rank Supreme.
This was why Chu Feng dared to confront Tuoba Chengan.
This was why he could so easily block Tuoba’s attacks.
This was why, despite failing to break the formation, Chu Feng still thanked Master Tang Chen.
“Tuoba Chengan, you’re ruthless and have committed countless evils,” Chu Feng said.
“In my view, your sins are no less than Liu Shuo’s.”
“People like you don’t deserve to live in this world.”
“Today, I’ll end you.”
As Chu Feng spoke, he gripped Tuoba Chengan’s half-formed Supreme Weapon and walked toward him step by step.
Tuoba Chengan’s face paled in fear, retreating continuously.
To him, each step Chu Feng took brought death closer.
The creeping fear was driving him mad.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and broke down, crying loudly.
This Supreme Elder of All-Heaven Sect, second only to one and above thousands, was sobbing before Chu Feng.
“Shura, I won’t lie. I’ve done many wrongs, but I was forced. Liu Shuo made me do them.”
“Our conflict doesn’t warrant this.”
“And Liu Shuo’s grudge with Zhao Hong has nothing to do with me.”
“Shura, give me a chance. Give me a chance to reform.”
“I’m willing to give you all my treasures. I, Tuoba Chengan, am willing to serve you.”
“Shura, I beg you, give me one chance.”
“I swear, I, Tuoba Chengan, will turn over a new leaf and never commit evil again.”
Cornered, Tuoba Chengan could only beg for mercy.
Waa—
But before he finished, he let out a scream.
Chu Feng had reached him, and the sword in his hand pierced Tuoba Chengan’s dantian.
Swish—
Blood sprayed as Chu Feng pulled the sword out.
Tuoba Chengan collapsed, writhing in pain but clutching his dantian with both hands.
Chu Feng noticed special pills in his hands, their power seeping into his dantian.
Tuoba Chengan was trying to repair his dantian, to preserve his cultivation.
Even facing death, he was desperately protecting his power.
Seeing this, Chu Feng let out a cold laugh.
“Don’t worry, I, Shura, always strike with precision.”
“Your cultivation is definitely gone this time.”
