"It may be impossible for Wushuang… or even for me, but Young Friend Chu Feng's bloodline power is more than capable — and he has already proven it." At this moment, Duan Jidao had actually grown considerably calmer. After all, he understood full well that Chu Feng's bloodline power was of a grade that surpassed even the Imperial-level bloodlines.
This sort of bloodline power likely no longer existed among anyone on the Martial Continent, so naturally people had no frame of reference for how terrifying it was. Their shock and disbelief were only to be expected. But Duan Jidao was beginning — gradually — to accept the reality of Chu Feng's overwhelming strength.
Many things in this world defied understanding simply because they lay beyond the boundaries of what could be comprehended. And there had always been countless aspects of this world that lay beyond mortal understanding — power chief among them.
"Young Friend Chu Feng, no wonder you are so brilliantly talented. So you carry such a terrifying inherited bloodline. A bloodline power like yours truly makes the rest of us envious." The expression on Demon Flood Dragon Guang's face was one of pure envy. As a Demon Flood Dragon King Beast, he too possessed powerful demon beast bloodline heritage.
He had always believed that his own bloodline was in no way inferior to the Imperial-level bloodlines of the Four Great Imperial Clans — perhaps even superior. But when he compared his bloodline power to Chu Feng's, he had to concede that his fell woefully short.
"The more powerful the bloodline, the more formidable the body required to support it. Without that, one cannot hope to contain the bloodline's power, much less unleash it. Young Friend Chu Feng possesses both — so it's no use being envious," Duan Jidao said.
"Indeed, indeed." Demon Flood Dragon Guang nodded repeatedly, then cast his gaze toward the Ximen Imperial Clan's domain and remarked with a smile, "The Four Great Imperial Clans have chosen Young Friend Chu Feng as their enemy. They are digging their own graves."
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Within the vast city of the Ximen Imperial Clan, the fortifications were as solid as iron — a colossal fortress in every sense.
And now, within that fortress, it was not merely the Ximen Imperial Clan's forces that had assembled.
The disciples of the Nangong, the Eastern family, and the Beitang Imperial Clan had all gathered their armies here as well. Moreover, these were not mere elite contingents — every last combatant from all four Imperial Clans had been marshaled to this single location.
At the very heart of the city, the younger generation of all four clans had been placed in the most secure area imaginable. Outside the city walls, the elites of the four clans stood in battle-ready formations, every one of them on high alert.
Setting aside the four clan chiefs, the Grand Elders of the four clans alone numbered a full thirteen.
With all four Great Imperial Clans having concentrated their entire fighting force at this location, the home bases of the other three clans had been left as empty cities.
They had abandoned their citadels, brought their entire clans here, for one purpose alone — to wage a final battle against Chu Feng. This spoke volumes about how determined the four Great Imperial Clans were to annihilate him. Their stance was one of total commitment: succeed or perish in the attempt.
At present, the four Great Imperial Clans were poised and ready — yet hanging upon the walls of the Ximen Imperial Clan's city were several figures from the Greenwood Mountain.
Not only were there numerous elders and disciples among them, but even Baili Xuankong and Dugu Xingfeng could be seen suspended from the ramparts. Without question, every one of them was someone who shared close ties with Chu Feng.
Fortunately, they had only been hung there — none appeared to have been tortured or gravely harmed. This indicated that the four Great Imperial Clans had refrained from subjecting the Greenwood Mountain captives to brutal interrogation. That, at least, showed a modicum of restraint.
Of course, it was also entirely possible that this was simply the four Great Imperial Clans managing their public image — choosing not to torture the Greenwood Mountain crowd for the sake of appearances.
But for Baili Xuankong and the others, being displayed on those walls was an immense humiliation. What weighed on their minds at this moment, however, was not their own dignity — it was Chu Feng. They truly did not want their situation to drag him into danger, to cost him his life.
"I never would have guessed that the one who had been helping Chu Feng all along was the old ancestor of Greenwood Mountain."
"Agreed. I never imagined Greenwood Mountain's ancestor would be so powerful — capable of standing against the four Imperial Clan chiefs single-handedly. If not for making enemies of all four clans, with his strength alone, plus a prodigy like Chu Feng, Greenwood Mountain would surely have become the foremost power among the Nine Sects."
Outside the Ximen Imperial Clan's fortress, a sizable crowd had also gathered. They had come to witness the spectacle, and at this moment, their eyes were fixed on Baili Xuankong and the others hanging from the city walls as they buzzed with discussion.
"The four Great Imperial Clans seem to have concentrated every last fighter they have here. It looks like they're going all in — they're absolutely determined to kill Chu Feng."
"Wasn't it said that the Snow-Haired Immortal had already made it public that she would no longer intervene in the conflict between Chu Feng and the four Imperial Clans? Without her backing, Chu Feng's side is far too weak — the four Imperial Clans shouldn't need to mobilize on this scale, should they?"