The instant that voice thundered forth, a figure stepped out of the void and came to stand beside Jiang Furong.
Upon seeing this person, every single person present — whether disciple or elder — was struck dumb with astonishment.
For a long moment, everyone stood rooted to the spot as if they had turned to stone.
"Chu Feng — look, it's Chu Feng!!!"
"It's Chu Feng, he's back!!!"
After quite a while, the crowd finally came to their senses, and in that moment, the entire region was suffused with unbridled excitement.
Chu Feng.
He was the soul of Greenwood Mountain.
Chu Feng.
He was the legend of an era for Greenwood Mountain.
Chu Feng.
He was the pride in the hearts of every Greenwood Mountain disciple, and even every elder.
Because everyone knew that Greenwood Mountain's current standing was entirely thanks to Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng, you… you're Chu Feng."
At that moment, the bald man and the four behind him tensed up upon seeing Chu Feng. The bald man, who had been taunting them moments ago, actually began to retreat involuntarily.
Although they still could not sense Chu Feng's cultivation, just looking at the man himself, they could feel that he was different.
This kind of aura was not something an ordinary person could possess. Even in the Heavenly Dao Palace, only the most elite disciples bore anything remotely similar — and even those top-tier disciples fell far short compared to Chu Feng.
"That's right, it's me. You were saying my Greenwood Mountain has no one worth a damn, were you not? Then by all means, test my methods," Chu Feng said with a smile.
"Bring it on. Let me tell you — we came all this way to smash every last rumor and let the world know that all those stories about you, Chu Feng, are nothing but lies."
As the bald man spoke, he released his grip on the half-formed Emperor Armament in Jiang Furong's hand and drew his own half-formed Emperor Armament, preparing to strike at Chu Feng.
At the same time, the four behind him also produced their own half-formed Emperor Armaments, unleashing fierce auras of oppression. It turned out all four were fourth-rate Half Emperors — disciples of the Heavenly Dao Palace who had truly come prepared.
Unfortunately for them, their opponent was Chu Feng, a first-rate Martial Emperor.
Hummmm —
Suddenly, a flash of light sparked in Chu Feng's eyes, and an enormous wave of oppressive force swept outward, blanketing the entire region.
The moment that aura was released, the combined pressure of the five Heavenly Dao Palace disciples was instantly swallowed whole, as though five tiny streams had poured into a vast ocean.
Even the previously clear sky was instantly racked by howling winds and churning dark clouds. The five Heavenly Dao Palace disciples froze in place as if they had been turned to stone.
At that moment, let alone moving, they could not even breathe — they had been completely and utterly suppressed by Chu Feng.
"This aura… it's terrifying. Junior Brother Chu Feng — what level of cultivation has he reached?" Jiang Furong and the other Greenwood Mountain disciples were equally stunned.
Though they could not determine Chu Feng's exact cultivation, they could feel the overwhelming power of his oppressive force.
Those five Heavenly Dao Palace disciples did not even have the right to make a move before Chu Feng.
"First-rate Martial Emperor — that aura is a first-rate Martial Emperor. Chu Feng has become a first-rate Martial Emperor!" Suddenly, a man spoke up.
When the crowd saw who it was, they were startled all over again, because it was none other than Greenwood Mountain's Sect Master — Dugu Xingfeng.
"A first-rate Martial Emperor — the Sect Master said so himself! Chu Feng has actually reached first-rate Martial Emperor? Heavens, doesn't that mean he's as powerful as the Sect Master?"
"Are you out of your mind? Chu Feng once fought all four Ancestral Clan Patriarchs single-handedly and even killed the Ximen Patriarch."
"Chu Feng surpassed the Sect Master long ago. By now, I'd wager that not even the four Ancestral Clans' Supreme Elders would be a match for him."
Hummmm —
Yet just as the crowd was reeling from the revelation of Chu Feng's strength, he simply willed it and withdrew his oppressive force.
The turbulent sky returned to its former tranquility in the blink of an eye. Whether the weather was cloudy or clear now depended entirely on a single thought from Chu Feng.
Thud —