"What? You—you're going to kill us?!" Hearing Chu Feng's words, the Ancient Spirits were all greatly shocked.
What was their identity and status in the Sacred Land of Martial Arts? Even the most powerful factions among the Human Race and the Demon Beast Race wouldn't dare offend them easily. They were the ones who killed others—who would dare lay a single finger on them? That would be courting death.
Yet now, this same-generation cultivator from that declining power, the Southern Azure Forest, actually wanted to kill them? This was naturally hard for them to accept. They even suspected their ears were playing tricks on them.
In their eyes, anyone who dared touch them had to be utterly insane—such a person was clearly tired of living.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
However, just as they were still reeling from the shock, Chu Feng suddenly struck. The Demon Sealing Sword in his hand slashed through the water, sending out crescent-shaped arcs of black light imbued with terrifying power.
As the black blades flew through the waters, the Demon Sealing Sword in Chu Feng's hand became a murderous weapon that killed without blinking. In the span of a single breath, dozens of Ancient Spirits—nearly half of them—fell to Chu Feng's blade. They didn't just perish in body and soul; even their origins were drained clean. Their deaths were utterly complete.
"So this is all you amount to. You must have relied on your special bloodline to reach this depth." After slaughtering those Ancient Spirits, a look of mockery appeared in Chu Feng's eyes.
He had already realized that these Ancient Spirits weren't nearly as formidable as he had imagined. Except for the one who had killed Qin Guang earlier—a Third-rank Martial King—the majority were only Second-rank or First-rank Martial Kings. Some were even at the peak of the Martial Lord realm, the same level as Chu Feng himself.
Inheritors of an ancient era, possessors of special bloodlines, daily beneficiaries of the Ancient Immortal Pool's nourishment—yet they were only this strong? That was rather hard to justify.
As for their combat power, it was unimpressive as well. Besides that Third-rank Martial King, most of them probably wouldn't have been a match for Qin Guang. So Chu Feng felt that the reason these Ancient Spirits could dive to this depth was entirely due to the bloodline power within them. If you stripped away their background advantages and judged only their true cultivation talent, they probably weren't that remarkable.
"You've got some nerve! Not only do you dare slaughter my Ancient Spirits, but you also dare insult us? I will execute you for this!"
Chu Feng's words and actions had provoked the Ancient Spirits to fury. Now, under the lead of that Third-rank Martial King, the remaining Ancient Spirits all summoned their unique King-tier weapons and released violent martial power, setting up a powerful formation to besiege Chu Feng.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
This was the first time the Ancient Spirits launched a true offensive against Chu Feng. The dazzling array of light blades formed a seamless net, carrying the aura of death, as it enveloped him, aiming to take his life.
This attack was truly formidable—at the very least, an ordinary First-rank Martial King would have been utterly unable to withstand it. But the pity for them was that they faced not an ordinary Martial King, but Chu Feng, a genius from beyond the heavens. In terms of both talent and combat power, Chu Feng stood above them all.
"Whoosh!"
With a single sweep of the Demon Sealing Sword, the surrounding waters churned and surged. All the King-level martial power hidden within came under his control.
Finally, Chu Feng thrust the Demon Sealing Sword forward. A deafening boom echoed, and the formation attack forged by the Ancient Spirits shattered into fragments. A single strike—that was all it took for Chu Feng to dismantle their offensive.
Moreover, this strike didn't merely break their formation. It also caused most of the remaining Ancient Spirits' bodies to explode, killing them instantly.
Now, only one survivor remained—the same Third-rank Martial King who had slain Qin Guang earlier. But even he was drenched in blood and severely wounded.
"Whoosh!" Sensing the dire situation, the Ancient Spirit abruptly turned and unleashed a special movement technique, attempting to flee deeper into the waters.
"Trying to run? Heh—and here I thought the Ancient Spirits, the supposed masters of this place, were something special." But before the Ancient Spirit could complete his technique, a massive Azure Dragon shot past at blinding speed and blocked his path, sealing off every avenue of retreat. Standing atop the Azure Dragon was none other than Chu Feng.
"This—this is a Secret Technique!!"
"You—who are you?! A mere First-rank Martial King—it's impossible to have this level of cultivation! Who are you really?! What are your intentions?! What grudge could my Ancient Spirits possibly have with you that you'd attack us like this?!"
Staring at Chu Feng, who stood upon the Azure Dragon with the Demon Sealing Sword in hand, the Ancient Spirit was truly panicked. Not only was his body trembling, but even the high-grade King-tier weapon in his hand—forged by a master of the Ancient Spirits—was shaking.
In this situation, all his previous arrogance and bravado had vanished, replaced entirely by fear and panic. Not only had he realized the gravity of the situation, but he also felt that Chu Feng's combat power was far from normal.
He concluded that Chu Feng could not possibly be as simple as he appeared. He reckoned that Chu Feng must have been some powerful cultivator in disguise, who had altered his appearance and concealed his true cultivation to come specifically after them.
"Oh? So you know fear after all?" Chu Feng smiled faintly, gripping the Demon Sealing Sword as he walked across the water's surface, approaching the Ancient Spirit step by step.
"You—what are you going to do?!" As Chu Feng drew closer and the massive body of the Azure Dragon sealed off every direction, the Ancient Spirit's panic reached its peak. In his eyes, the figure approaching him didn't look like a man at all—it looked like a demon wearing a pleasant smile while being utterly ruthless.
"Nothing much. I just want to see what you scheming, treacherous Ancient Spirits actually look like." Suddenly, Chu Feng's hand shot out and seized the Ancient Spirit's green robe. With a sweep of his sleeve, he tore the robe away.
In that instant, the Ancient Spirit's true face was revealed before Chu Feng's eyes.
He was slender and thin, yet tall, with fair skin like a woman's—perhaps even too pale—and golden-yellow hair that shimmered like gold. Most striking of all were the green eyes paired with delicate, refined features. This Ancient Spirit was actually even more beautiful than Yuan Qing, that handsome man.
From outward appearance, aside from the color of their hair and eyes, the Ancient Spirits didn't look all that different from humans. If there was truly a difference, it lay in their ears—they were pointed.
"Well now, this face really does look like a noble race."
Upon seeing the Ancient Spirit's true face, even Chu Feng's eyes lit up. From appearance alone, the Ancient Spirits were indeed somewhat extraordinary. At the very least, they possessed a unique temperament that ordinary humans simply didn't have.
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