"You're dead today, Chu Feng!"
Seeing that Chu Feng intended to kill him, Yang Zai abandoned all pretense of submission. He surged to his feet and launched an all-out assault, and Liu Biao did the same.
Both of them unleashed Fifth-rank Martial Arts, channeling every last drop of Yuan Force they had. This was a desperate gamble, and the resulting pressure was nothing like their earlier attacks.
On one side, a colossal tiger condensed from Yuan Force materialized—its fur rippling, every detail lifelike. Its roar alone could shake mountains and rivers, and its swipe could shatter peaks. It descended with the full majesty of the king of beasts.
On the other side, Yuan Force transformed into a storm of swords—not illusory, but solid, corporeal blades. There had to be over a thousand of them, a true barrage of ten thousand swords, utterly unstoppable.
"Terrifying!"
At that moment, both the muscular young man and the seductive young woman had gone pale, terror gleaming in their eyes. The onslaught before them was more than enough to annihilate them without leaving a single trace.
So they could only stand behind Chu Feng—behind this youth who was younger than either of them. The seductive young woman's delicate hands clutched tightly at the hem of Chu Feng's robe, because he was the only person they could rely on.
"Hmph, still too weak."
The immense pressure whipped Chu Feng's robes into a violent flutter. His hair danced wildly, swirling in every direction.
Yet he remained rooted in place, making no attempt to dodge or evade. A faint smile hung at the corner of his lips as he quietly awaited the incoming assault.
*Buzz—* Just as the twin attacks were about to crash down on him, Chu Feng's pupils flashed. A crystalline barrier, smooth as a mirror, materialized before him.
*BOOM—* The savage tiger and the ten thousand swords struck the barrier simultaneously. Violent ripples of shock erupted outward, the concussive force making the ground beneath Chu Feng's feet tremble again and again.
But in the end, they could not break through his defense. When both attacks dissipated, the barrier before Chu Feng remained perfectly intact—not a single crack had appeared.
"What the hell are you— are you even human? How can someone with your cultivation possibly wield such power?" Liu Biao stammered, caught between panic and dread. He had never faced an opponent this terrifying. This couldn't even be called a human being. It was a living monster.
"It's not that I, Chu Feng, am anything special. You've simply never seen a truly powerful cultivator."
Chu Feng let out a bitter laugh, because the image of that girl in purple had suddenly flashed through his mind. To most people, he himself was already a freak of nature, but compared to that purple-clad girl, he was utterly mediocre. That was the gap between true geniuses and everyone else.
"Damn you!"
Seeing that attacking Chu Feng was futile, Yang Zai turned his fury on the barrier that had sealed them in. But that too proved useless. He raged like a thunderstorm, yet there was nothing he could do.
"It's time to end this."
Finally, Chu Feng's expression turned cold. As he raised his arm slightly, lightning surged forth from within it and coalesced into two colossal dragons of electricity. Their maws gaped wide, their piercing roars tearing through the air as they shot toward Yang Zai and Liu Biao.
The Thunder Three Forms were no longer Chu Feng's most powerful technique, but wielded as he did now, the sheer destructive force remained absolutely terrifying—much like how a Fifth-rank Martial Art, placed in the hands of a Heaven Martial realm powerhouse, could unleash equally devastating power.
"Chu Feng— I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"
Those were Yang Zai's final words. The moment the lightning dragons struck him, he didn't even have time to scream. His body was obliterated on the spot, not even a corpse left behind.
After killing Yang Zai and Liu Biao, Chu Feng used the Thunder Three Forms once more to destroy the bodies of the remaining three. He truly left not a single clue behind.