“You!!!”
Zuoqiu Daoyi looked up at Chu Feng, his face full of shock.
Though he had witnessed Chu Feng’s combat prowess from outside, experiencing it firsthand still felt unbelievable.
“What are you doing? Hurting yourself?” Chu Feng asked with a cheeky grin.
“You’re truly arrogant,” Zuoqiu Daoyi said. “You think I’m really just a Third Rank Supreme?”
As he spoke, a lightning pattern surged on his forehead.
Though it was a Heavenly Lightning Pattern, it boosted his cultivation.
His power rose from Third Rank Supreme to Fourth Rank Supreme. With a swing of his arm, he aimed for Chu Feng’s neck, intending to cleave his head off.
Clang—
The strike produced a sound like clashing steel.
Everyone watching was stunned.
Even the dragon clan girl, who had been seated in the clouds, stood up, her eyes filled with disbelief.
The dragon clan elder behind her was equally shocked, his mouth slightly agape.
“You… you… what kind of monster are you?” Zuoqiu Daoyi stammered, stumbling back, unable to believe what he saw.
His arm had struck Chu Feng’s neck, just as his hand had hit Chu Feng’s dantian.
Yet Chu Feng’s neck, like his dantian, was unscathed.
Instead, Zuoqiu Daoyi’s arm was broken.
The reason? Chu Feng’s cultivation had risen again, from Third Rank Supreme to Fourth Rank Supreme.
Now, four distinct flames surged around Chu Feng’s body.
Those flames were what elevated his cultivation.
But everyone could sense they weren’t from a Heavenly Bloodline.
They were Divine Powers!!!
“What’s going on with this Chu Feng?”
“Isn’t he a Heavenly Bloodline holder? How does he wield Divine Powers?”
Many in the Zuoqiu Heavenly Clan were terrified.
Even Zuoqiu Tiansheng, tormented and barely able to stand, was stunned.
It was common knowledge that Heavenly Bloodline holders and Divine Powers were mutually exclusive.
Those with Heavenly Bloodlines couldn’t possess Divine Powers, and vice versa.
Yet here was Chu Feng, a practitioner of the Divine Punishment Technique, unleashing Divine Powers.
Not only did four flames surge around him, but golden clouds covered the sky, faintly echoing with the roars of four beasts.
This was a Divine Power that triggered phenomena upon release.
“Now do you understand why I’m so arrogant?” Chu Feng said to Zuoqiu Daoyi, his words dripping with mockery.
“You…” Zuoqiu Daoyi gritted his teeth, unable to retort.
He was defeated—utterly outmatched in combat power at the same cultivation level.
Relying solely on his own strength, he was no match for Chu Feng.
But Zuoqiu Daoyi wouldn’t admit defeat. He still had a trump card.
Though he had reluctantly brought it, it was now his only chance to turn the tide.
“The real show is just beginning,” he said, reaching for the Qiankun Bag and pulling out a stone.
The stone shared a similar aura to the Heavenly Thunder Ancient Formation but was distinct, glowing faintly and emitting a medicinal fragrance.
Zuoqiu Daoyi quickly popped it into his mouth.
Buzz—
As the stone entered his body, a radiant light burst from him, matching the aura of the Heavenly Thunder Ancient Formation.
Then, Zuoqiu Daoyi struck, throwing a punch at Chu Feng’s face.
Though the move lacked any technique—not a martial skill or immortal technique, just a simple attack—its speed and power were vastly enhanced.
Chu Feng sensed the change and didn’t dare underestimate it.
But he wasn’t afraid. He threw a punch in return.
Instead of aiming for Daoyi’s face or dantian, Chu Feng targeted his fist.
“Going head-on?” Zuoqiu Daoyi said, excitement flashing in his eyes. “I’ll indulge you.”
Boom—
Their fists collided, unleashing a powerful shockwave.
Zuoqiu Daoyi couldn’t withstand it, staggering back several steps before stabilizing.
But once he did, a smile spread across his face.
Not only had he been pushed back, but so had Chu Feng.
The Zuoqiu Heavenly Clan grew excited.
This meant Zuoqiu Daoyi’s combat power was now nearly equal to Chu Feng’s.
The fight was still on, the outcome uncertain.
Clang—
A flash of cold light appeared as Zuoqiu Daoyi drew a longsword—a half-formed Supreme Weapon.
Seeing this, Chu Feng flicked his wrist, revealing his own half-formed Supreme Weapon, also a sword.
“Fighting with swords?”
“Chu Feng’s combat power may be overwhelming, but challenging Young Master Daoyi with swordplay? He’s overestimating himself,” the Zuoqiu Heavenly Clan members sneered, as if Chu Feng had fallen into a trap.
They knew Zuoqiu Daoyi loved swords.
From childhood, he only used swords, rejecting even higher-quality weapons of other types.
His passion for swords led him to master swordsmanship.
Even without martial or immortal techniques, his swordplay was extraordinary.
If Chu Feng could match him in hand-to-hand combat, challenging him in swordsmanship was asking for humiliation.
Swish, swish, swish—
Chu Feng and Zuoqiu Daoyi clashed, their figures surrounded by countless sword shadows.
To those with weaker cultivation, their movements were too fast to follow.
But soon, a figure flew out from the flurry of swords.
It was Zuoqiu Daoyi.
The Zuoqiu Heavenly Clan couldn’t believe their eyes.
Zuoqiu Daoyi was covered in wounds, his left arm severed.
Chu Feng, meanwhile, was unscathed.
“Young Master Daoyi lost in swordplay?”
The clan felt a bitter pang.
Losing in something he wasn’t skilled at was one thing, but losing in his strongest suit was devastating.
“Enough. Time to end this,” Zuoqiu Daoyi said suddenly.
Black lightning surged from his body, then flowed into his half-formed Supreme Weapon.
Covered in black lightning, the weapon became dangerously potent.
Seeing it, a trace of caution flickered in Chu Feng’s eyes.
If he wasn’t mistaken, that black lightning was a Supreme Forbidden Martial Skill.
Chu Feng didn’t sit idle.
Rumble—
Thunder roared as dark clouds gathered above him, crackling with blood-red lightning.
The spectacle was far more terrifying than the black lightning on Zuoqiu Daoyi’s weapon.
But the Zuoqiu Heavenly Clan was dumbfounded.
They knew Zuoqiu Daoyi’s black lightning was a Supreme Forbidden Martial Skill, a First Rank one, but its power was formidable.
Chu Feng’s technique, though more imposing, was far weaker in might.
They could sense it was an Immortal Forbidden Martial Skill.
Using an Immortal Forbidden skill against a Supreme Forbidden one?
It was like a Martial Immortal facing a Supreme cultivator—completely outmatched.
Was Chu Feng mad?
“Chu Feng, what are you doing?”
“Are you seeking death, or do you just underestimate me?” Zuoqiu Daoyi’s face darkened, feeling insulted by Chu Feng’s actions.
“Don’t misunderstand. I’m not underestimating you,” Chu Feng said. “I just think my Immortal Forbidden skill is enough to handle your Supreme Forbidden one.”
