Whoosh—
However, just as the two were about to act, a boundless, silent pressure descended upon Baili Xinghe. Like chains, it bound him firmly in place.
The overwhelming power left Baili Xinghe no room to resist or struggle. Under the force of that pressure, he was driven directly into the ground.
Then the pressure shifted again, like a flood dragon surging from the sea, as Baili Xinghe’s figure shot up from the earth. At the same time, his body followed.
But now, Baili Xinghe’s face was as pale as paper, his expression strained. Inside him, a continuous cracking sound echoed.
It was the sound of bones breaking…
The pressure hadn’t inflicted severe wounds on him, but it had imposed an immense burden, crushing every part of his body, including his Dantian and his soul.
Swoosh—
At that moment, a woman’s figure suddenly descended from the sky, landing gracefully before Baili Xinghe.
This woman was none other than Leng Yue.
Her expression cold, Leng Yue looked at Baili Xinghe without a trace of emotion. "My opponent," she said, "is not for you to touch."
Hearing this, Baili Xinghe’s face froze for an instant. Though it was fleeting, Chu Feng caught a flash of fear in his eyes.
"Heh…"
Seeing this, Chu Feng chuckled softly. He had once considered Baili Xinghe the most talented prodigy in the Land of Martialism, but meeting him today proved he was nothing special.
Setting aside talent for martial cultivation, a guy like Baili Xinghe was far less principled than Yan Xie or Zhang Tianyi.
No matter how gifted, such a person could never escape the fate of being scum, for he bullied the weak and feared the strong, and his methods were utterly unscrupulous.
At this moment, Chu Feng’s anger had subsided considerably. Baili Xinghe’s actions were excessive, but from his temperament, he was destined to be a minor character—not worth Chu Feng making a huge fuss over.
Whoosh—
Just then, Leng Yue tossed three golden bowls into the air. Once released, the bowls vanished from sight.
Yet Chu Feng could feel three invisible forces enveloping the area.
Those golden bowls were treasures, sealing off the location entirely. Under their protection, no matter how heaven-shattering the battle between Chu Feng and Leng Yue became, those outside would remain oblivious.
Leng Yue had truly come prepared.
"Are you and that Zhang Tianyi fellow disciples?" Leng Yue asked.
"Yes," Chu Feng replied.
"Your senior disciple really is something else. He's actually a successor of the Bow Emperor."
"But no matter what kind of dumb luck he stumbled into, I still look down on him."
"You know why I said he doesn't deserve to be my opponent?"
"Even though he was just a nobody back then, I still remember him."
"Back then..."
"You don't need to say it. I'll settle this grudge on his behalf." Before Leng Yue could finish, Chu Feng cut in.
He knew what Leng Yue was about to say — she was going to recount the humiliation Zhang Tianyi had suffered, right in front of him and Baili Xinghe.
If word of that got out, it would damage Zhang Tianyi's reputation. Chu Feng would never allow that.
"So that's how it is. No wonder Chu Feng ran all the way here in the dead of night — he'd made arrangements with Leng Yue ahead of time."