Upon closer inspection, everyone was stunned.
It was Chu Feng. With a single hand, he had caught the half-formed Supreme Weapon that had been swung down.
“This!!!”
The scene shocked not only the onlookers but also the Master of Purple Star Hall and Li Mengyue.
“You!!!”
Even the Island Master of Star Immortal Island was dumbfounded.
Chu Feng had not only blocked his attack with his hand.
His face showed no sign of strain.
It was as if stopping the blow was effortless.
Snap—
While the crowd marveled at the scene, Chu Feng suddenly struck.
His other hand pressed against the Island Master’s chest.
“It’s over.”
As Chu Feng spoke, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
Immediately, the Island Master let out a piercing scream.
The onlookers saw the massive figure of the Island Master twist and distort as his body was refined by Chu Feng.
Soon, his form completely dissipated, turning into flames that were absorbed into Chu Feng’s palm.
All that remained were his clothes, Qiankun bag, half-formed Supreme Weapon, and other treasures.
Chu Feng, without hesitation, claimed all the treasures for himself.
His actions were so natural, as if it was only right.
But whether it was those within the Purple Star Realm or outside it, whether from other forces or Purple Star Hall, everyone was speechless.
No one had expected this.
Chu Feng’s combat strength was so overwhelming.
Even the demonised Island Master, who had sacrificed his life for power, was no match for him.
What kind of strength was this?
Truly, within the same realm, he was unmatched.
At that moment, this thought surged in everyone’s minds.
Slap—
Suddenly, a palm struck Chu Feng’s back.
It was Li Mengyue.
“You little brat, you could beat him all along.”
“Why didn’t you act sooner? You made me burn my soul and nearly lose my life.”
Li Mengyue glared at Chu Feng with a resentful expression.
“Elder, you can’t blame me for this.”
“I told you not to interfere, but you insisted, even trapping me with your treasure.”
“I thought you could handle him. Who knew you weren’t his match?” Chu Feng said.
“Are you saying you look down on me?”
“I helped you out of kindness, and you mock me? Are you even human?” Li Mengyue cursed angrily, but almost everyone could tell she wasn’t truly mad—more like bickering with Chu Feng.
“Here, take this back.” Chu Feng smiled faintly, handing the golden ring to Li Mengyue.
The ring was a supreme treasure, especially when infused with Li Mengyue’s power, capable of restraining almost anyone weaker than her.
Of course, it couldn’t hold Chu Feng.
“Tch, what kind of treasures do you have?”
“I don’t believe a mere Dragon Mark Saint Cloak World Spiritist could give you such power.”
As Li Mengyue took the ring, she eyed Chu Feng curiously.
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she asked, “Could it be, you’ve mastered the legendary Dragon Transformation Sense?”
“Dragon Transformation Sense?”
At those words, Chu Feng’s expression changed dramatically.
“What’s the Dragon Transformation Sense?”
He hurriedly asked.
“Playing dumb? You don’t know what the Dragon Transformation Sense is?”
Li Mengyue looked at Chu Feng skeptically.
“Is it related to World Spiritists?”
“Please tell me, what is the Dragon Transformation Sense?” Chu Feng pressed eagerly.
He was intensely curious.
He felt that the Dragon Transformation Sense Li Mengyue mentioned might be the mysterious power he possessed.
Seeing Chu Feng’s keen interest, a mischievous smile spread across Li Mengyue’s face.
“I’ll tell you, but call me Big Sister first.”
She grinned slyly.
“Sister, tell your little brother.” Chu Feng agreed readily.
“You…” Li Mengyue was stunned.
She had thought Chu Feng, with his proud and aloof demeanor, especially after his ruthless slaughter of Star Immortal Island, wouldn’t easily agree to her condition.
She meant to tease him.
But she never expected him to comply so quickly.
It made her feel she had misjudged him.
“Sister, from now on, you’re my dear sister, and I’m your dear brother.”
“Sisters take care of brothers, so Sister, tell me, what’s the Dragon Transformation Sense?”
In his urgency, Chu Feng grabbed Li Mengyue’s sleeve, pleading like a child.
“Goodness, what kind of monster are you?”
“You were so aloof before, like I owed you a fortune.”
“How are you a completely different person now?” Li Mengyue said, exasperated.
Chu Feng’s actions shattered her impression of him.
“Sister, tell me quick. Aren’t you my dear sister?”
“You told me to call you Sister, you’re not backing out, are you?” Chu Feng pressed closer, relentless.
It was as if, if she didn’t tell him, he’d swallow her whole.
“Fine, fine, I’ll tell you!” Li Mengyue gave in helplessly and began explaining.
“Honestly, I’ve only heard of the Dragon Transformation Sense. I’ve never seen it.”
“Only the powerful World Spiritists in the Middle Star Domain have mastered it. In our Lower Star Domain, no one has.”
“So, I only know of it by hearsay.”
“In simple terms, it’s a power that only Dragon Mark Saint Cloak World Spiritists can comprehend.”
“The Dragon Transformation Sense has nine levels, each stronger than the last.”
“It not only refines a World Spiritist’s barrier techniques.”
“But with each level comprehended, it grants immense combat power.”
“It’s said the First Level grants strength comparable to a Second-Rank Supreme.”
“The Second Level, comparable to a Fourth-Rank Supreme.”
“The Third Level, comparable to a Sixth-Rank Supreme.”
“The Fourth Level, comparable to an Eighth-Rank Supreme.”
“And if you reach the Fifth Level, it’s even more incredible.”
“It grants strength comparable to a Martial Supreme.”
Li Mengyue explained.
