"Haha, pay a price? Sure, I'd like to see how your little Asura Gang plans to make my Three Forests Gang pay a price." As Wang Haoxuan finished speaking, he raised both hands toward the sky.
In an instant, tens of thousands of Three Forests Gang members soared into the air simultaneously, creating an intimidating formation that outnumbered the Asura Gang by several times over.
"Hmph." At that moment, Chu Feng stopped wasting words. His Thunder Armor materialized, his Thunder Wings appeared, and when his cultivation rose to the Fifth-rank Martial King realm, he raised his palm and struck downward. With a thunderous boom, the sky and earth shifted colors as martial power surged forth.
The violent martial power was like a raging flood and ferocious beasts, like invisible demons. Under Chu Feng's command, it transformed into a colossal palm that reached into the heavens.
The hand was enormous—not only did it gleam with golden light, but it seemed capable of crushing every single member of the Three Forests Gang with a single grip.
"Tricks and trifles, and you dare show off in front of me?"
Yet Wang Haoxuan merely stood his ground. With a casual flick of his sleeve, violent winds erupted before him, plunging the sky and earth into darkness. Even the void began to distort. With effortless ease, Wang Haoxuan blocked Chu Feng's attack.
After deflecting the strike, Wang Haoxuan immediately followed up with a punch. This punch was incredibly fierce—its momentum was invisible, yet its might was palpable. The moment he launched it, virtually every disciple gasped in shock.
Though this punch wasn't a martial art, its power was absolutely terrifying.
"How can this be? I know Wang Haoxuan's combat strength. Even if he's powerful—a Sixth-rank Martial King comparable to an Eighth-rank Martial King—he shouldn't be this strong. What's going on?" At this moment, Long Chenyi's expression changed dramatically, his eyes beneath sword-like brows flickering uncontrollably.
He knew Wang Haoxuan very well. In fact, he had always believed that even if his reputation was lesser, in terms of actual strength, he and Wang Haoxuan were evenly matched.
But now, Wang Haoxuan's combat strength had clearly surpassed his own. How could he not be shocked?
Still, regardless of how strong Wang Haoxuan might be, Chu Feng was no pushover. Seeing that Wang Haoxuan—like himself—was using only raw martial power without resorting to martial arts, Chu Feng also refrained from using martial arts. Instead, he threw a punch of his own, neutralizing Wang Haoxuan's attack.
After that, the two clashed together. Martial power surged between them as winds rose and clouds gathered, the sky darkened, and the void trembled.
Once they began deploying martial arts, the battlefield became both dazzling and terrifying. Wind and thunder intertwined, rain of fire rolled across the sky, lightning-beast apparitions appeared one moment, and golden dragons roared the next. Every manner of fearsome existence manifested in that stretch of heaven and earth, wielding their apocalyptic power as if the end of days had arrived.
The combat prowess of both was astounding, and their mastery of martial arts was equally admirable. But at this moment, the one who truly commanded the most respect was still Chu Feng.
After all, Wang Haoxuan was already an established genius, a master who had once held the ninth position on the Green Wood Succession Ranking. His strength went without saying—everyone already knew it in their hearts.
Yet here Wang Haoxuan was, fighting Chu Feng with a full rank advantage, and all he could manage was a draw.
That proved that while Wang Haoxuan was undoubtedly a genius, before a monster like Chu Feng, he was still a shade inferior.
Even though Wang Haoxuan and Chu Feng had fought to a stalemate, the admiration of the crowd belonged to Chu Feng alone.
"Not bad. No wonder you were able to defeat Lei Yao. But I, Wang Haoxuan, am no mediocre fighter like him. You think you can beat me? You're dreaming."
After the exchange of raw power, when martial arts came into play, Wang Haoxuan still couldn't gain the upper hand. At this point, he twisted his wrist, and his oppressive aura skyrocketed as his combat strength surged—he had summoned his King Weapon.
It was a long spear. Silver in color, not particularly thick or long, but compact and refined, brimming with supreme kingly power.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The moment his King Weapon appeared, he struck immediately. The spear thrust like a dragon, swept like the wind. Under his deft manipulation, that single long spear multiplied into thousands.
Countless silver spear-lights shot through the air like a silver tempest, pressing down upon Chu Feng.
"He even switched his King Weapon! That one's no ordinary item—it's the king among King Weapons. No wonder Wang Haoxuan isn't afraid of Chu Feng."
Long Chenyi's eyes lit up once more. He had watched Wang Haoxuan fight many times before and was thoroughly familiar with every aspect of his strength.