"Amazing."
After a long while, the Red Butterfly Society Master finally uttered those words.
In her eyes, Chu Feng was truly incredible. His method of setting up formations hadn't been to seek out flaws in Zhao Ruofan's barrier — he had used a powerful offensive formation to brute-force his way through, shattering Zhao Ruofan's barrier completely.
Yet such a powerful offensive formation was extraordinarily difficult to set up, and Chu Feng had succeeded in an instant. It was truly inconceivable to her.
At this moment, she and all the elder-level figures present finally understood — Chu Feng's arrogance wasn't baseless. He had every right to be arrogant.
"Impossible — how is this possible?" Zhao Ruofan's face was filled with shock.
He simply could not accept it. He truly could not accept that his barrier arts had been so effortlessly dismantled by Chu Feng.
Still reeling, he cast a resentful glare toward his son, Zhao Xuan. That look seemed to say: did you or did you not successfully poison Chu Feng?
As for Zhao Xuan, he was dumbfounded too. He had watched with his own eyes as Chu Feng drank that poisoned wine — so how could he be unaffected?
"So your formations are this fragile. Looks like... I win," Chu Feng said with mockery.
The moment those words left Chu Feng's mouth, not only did Zhao Ruofan freeze, but even those who had been hoping Chu Feng would win were caught off guard.
He won? It was over just like that?
"Stop talking nonsense. You only broke through my defensive barrier — that doesn't mean I can't break through yours," Zhao Ruofan said.
"Then I understand." Chu Feng smiled faintly, and then began setting up a barrier. In another instant, he had constructed a defensive barrier.
This defensive barrier took the form of a massive golden cat. The cat was ten meters tall, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and it looked somewhat comical — its squinting, smiling face resembled a beckoning cat.
However, the moment this cat appeared, the Red Butterfly Society Master and the other Royal-cloak Spirit World Masters present all perked up.
Because this cat was absolutely no ordinary defensive barrier.
"You—!" Zhao Ruofan, a Royal-cloak Spirit World Master himself, actually flinched.
But no one could blame him. He too could see how formidable Chu Feng's defensive barrier was — it was a barrier capable of absorbing other barrier techniques, a defensive measure specifically designed to counter barrier arts.
Given enough time, he might be able to break through it, but in an instant? Absolutely impossible.
"What's the matter? Make your move. The rules are the same as you stated — the time you spend setting up your unraveling formation cannot exceed the time I took, or you lose," Chu Feng said.
"Chu Feng, the most powerful tool of a Spirit World Master is not formations or barriers — it is the summoned Spirit."
"And the strength of one's Spirit best reflects the strength of a Spirit World Master," Zhao Ruofan suddenly said.
"You mean you want to compare Spirits?" Chu Feng asked.
"That's right. Do you dare?" Zhao Ruofan asked.
"Zhao Ruofan, stop being a sore loser. Everyone knows that a Spirit World Master's cultivation is the key factor in summoning Spirits — Spirits refuse to submit to a master weaker than themselves."
"Young friend Chu Feng is only a second-level Half Ancestor, while you are already a second-level Martial Ancestor. How can the two of you even compare when it comes to Spirits?" Liu Chengkun roared in fury.
At the same time, the crowd buzzed with discussion. Everyone felt that Zhao Ruofan was being shamelessly unfair. He had been the one to propose comparing defensive barriers, and now he wanted to switch to comparing Spirits? The nerve.
"Heh. I'm asking Chu Feng, not you," Zhao Ruofan snorted coldly, completely ignoring the murmurs of the crowd. He fixed his gaze on Chu Feng and said, "Chu Feng — do you dare, or do you not?"
"Chu Feng, don't be afraid. With Her Majesty here, there's no way you're backing down. Go get him!" the Queen's voice suddenly rang out in his mind. She was furious — facing a Zhao Ruofan this shameless, even the Queen was enraged.
Hearing that voice, Chu Feng suddenly felt his body fill with boundless power, as if in this moment he feared nothing and nothing could make him back down.
So, brimming with confidence, he said, "Go ahead and summon your Spirit."
"He agreed?"
"Chu Feng actually agreed?"
Everyone was stunned. Not only Liu Chengkun and his allies — even Zhao Ruofan and his two sons were somewhat taken aback.
Was Chu Feng supremely skilled and correspondingly bold, or did he genuinely not have a brain in his head?
A mere second-level Half Ancestor, daring to compare Spirits with a second-level Martial Ancestor?
If that wasn't seeking death, what was it?
"As you wish." But after a brief moment of surprise, a confident smile resurfaced on Zhao Ruofan's face.
With those words, he shot forward, leaving the vast hall and arriving outside.
Hum—
Hum—