"The Heavenly Bloodline is truly formidable."
At that moment, many onlookers wore expressions of awe and envy. The Heavenly Bloodline was indeed remarkable—not just for its Thunder Armor and Thunder Wings, but for that terrifying heaven-defying combat power, which was the dream of countless individuals.
"I refuse to believe that a mere patch of fog can best me."
That expert from the Zhou Heavenly Clan, feeling the admiring gazes upon him, grew even more confident. Gripping his half-completed Ancestral Armament, he then shot toward the purple mist.
BOOM—
He made his move, his entire body transforming into a streak of golden light. First, he soared skyward, then plunged into the purple fog.
The moment that golden radiance appeared, a series of roars echoed, accompanied by gusts of fierce wind. The might was staggering—so much so that many on the ground collapsed directly, while others were blown tumbling and scrambling away.
It turned out this Zhou Heavenly Clan powerhouse was not employing ordinary means, but an Imperial Forbidden Martial Technique.
Uwaaah—!
However, the instant he dove in, a wretched scream rang out.
Right after, both he and his half-completed Ancestral Armament were sent flying back.
And at this moment, the Zhou Heavenly Clan expert was not only a bloody mess, but had also suffered severe internal injuries.
"It’s no good? Even using brute force is useless? But Spirit Formation techniques were clearly ineffective too." The various Spirit World Masters present had descended into chaos.
Because just now, that Zhou Heavenly Clan expert’s strength had truly been immense. If even he couldn’t make it through, then the people present genuinely had no idea what to do. After all, they had already exhausted countless methods before this.
"This is, after all, a Spirit Formation grand competition. In my view, one must use Spirit Formation techniques. Let me try again." At that moment, a Spirit World Master from the Kong Heavenly Clan began to set up a formation. It was a formation-breaking type of Spirit Formation.
And when he made his move, the gazes of many Spirit World Masters present began to gleam with interest.
Because the formation he was setting up was something many others could not replicate. After all, even among Imperial-cloaked Spirit World Masters, there were differences in strength.
"Break for me!!!"
Suddenly, the Kong Heavenly Clan Spirit World Master let out a mighty shout. The magnificent formation then transformed into a dazzling war chariot, charging toward the purple mist with a force that could crush the void.
However, when his Spirit Formation merged into the mist, it had absolutely no effect.
Not only that, he actually suffered a backlash. Though the surface damage appeared minor, he had suffered severe internal injuries and fainted on the spot.
"It really is useless. What are we to do now? Spirit Formation techniques don’t work, using force doesn’t work... Could it be that this spot is already the summit of Cloud Crane Mountain?" The crowd buzzed with discussion, worry written on their faces. No one wanted to have come all this way for nothing.
"Of course, this is not the summit of Cloud Crane Mountain." Just then, Chu Feng suddenly spoke. Not only did he speak, but he was also walking toward the crowd.
"Where did this little brat come from?" When people saw Chu Feng, everyone cast displeased gazes his way.
Because at this moment, those managing the situation were all existences who commanded respect from all directions. A nameless junior like Chu Feng had no right to interfere.
"It doesn’t matter where I come from. What matters is that I can help you get through," Chu Feng said.
"Help us get through? What an arrogant claim." The leader of the Four Spirit World Emperors let out a mocking laugh.
"Truly shameless boasting."
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At the same time, others also burst into laughter.
After all, figures like the Four Spirit World Emperors, Master Pocket, and True Immortal Three Swords—these prominent Imperial-cloaked Spirit World Masters—were powerless to break through the purple mist. People hardly believed that a nameless junior like Chu Feng could succeed where they had failed.
Yet, as if oblivious to the mockery, Chu Feng continued toward the purple mist and had already reached the front of the crowd.
"Scram! We don’t have time to waste on you." Suddenly, the second of the Four Spirit World Emperors shouted angrily at Chu Feng.