"Young brother, please continue," True Master Three Swords said to Chu Feng.
"This purple mist will be difficult to break. If we try to do it alone, none of us would be able to."
"I can set up a formation, but I would need to borrow everyone's power to break through this mist," Chu Feng said.
"What arrogance! You want to set up a formation that drains our strength? What gives you the right?" Sure enough, the Four Emperors of the Barrier spoke up again, their words dripping with disdain.
In truth, it wasn't only the Four Emperors of the Barrier who looked down on Chu Feng. Many of the Spirit World Masters present were sneering and scoffing under their breath.
They too held Chu Feng in contempt, viewing him as nothing more than a buffoon who had no business giving them orders.
"What gives him the right? The fact that he's no ordinary Dragon-patterned Imperial Robe Spirit World Master," Liu Xiaoli spoke up at that moment — and there was a trace of anger in her voice.
Upon seeing this, Chu Feng felt a stirring in his heart. He knew Liu Xiaoli was not someone who sought the limelight, nor was she someone who liked to stir up trouble.
On the contrary, she was a relatively reserved person. In a setting like this, she should have been keeping a low profile.
Yet here she was, stepping forward like this — all for his sake.
Liu Xiaoli was standing up for him.
"What a joke. One little brat pretending isn't enough, now there's another one helping him put on an act."
"Then tell me — if he's no ordinary Dragon-patterned Imperial Robe Spirit World Master, then what exactly is he?" the eldest of the Four Emperors of the Barrier asked mockingly.
"He is also an Asura Spirit World Master," Liu Xiaoli said, each word delivered with deliberate weight.
The moment those words — Asura Spirit World Master — fell upon the crowd, the entire gathering fell deathly silent. Not a sound could be heard. Everyone stood frozen as though turned to stone.
"Asura Spirit World Master? You're saying he's an Asura Spirit Master?" After a moment of silence, someone voiced their disbelief.
"When did Asura Spirit World Masters become so common that just any whelp off the street can call himself one?" the Four Emperors of the Barrier said with scorn, because they simply could not believe that Chu Feng was truly an Asura Spirit World Master.
"Chu Feng, prove it to them. Let them see what you're capable of," Liu Xiaoli said to Chu Feng. She was truly fed up — fed up with the fact that Chu Feng was a once-in-a-generation talent, yet these old fogeys treated him with such contempt.
"In truth, I have no need to prove anything. I only wished to work together with everyone to break through this purple mist."
"But if you insist on proof before you'll believe me and lend me your support, then I don't mind showing everyone."
The moment Chu Feng finished speaking, he opened the gate to the Spirit World, and a vast, dark maelstrom of black energy surged outward.
ROOOAAAAR—
The instant that dark energy appeared, violent winds tore across heaven and earth, and the wailing of ghosts and howls of the damned echoed without end.
"This feeling? How can it be so terrifying?!" The moment they sensed that black aura, the expressions of many present changed drastically.
Even Master Pocket, who had seen much of the world, and True Master Three Swords, were visibly shaken.
Within that dark energy, they sensed a killing intent unlike anything they had ever encountered — a killing intent that did not seem as though it could possibly come from a human being. It was enough to make one's very soul tremble.
"How wonderful, how wonderful! That our Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm should produce an Asura Spirit World Master — this is a blessing for our realm!" Master Pocket said, his eyes crinkling into a smile.
"Master Pocket, so you're saying he truly is an Asura Spirit World Master?" The crowd stared in astonishment.
"This presence is one of a kind — it can only belong to an Asura Spirit World Master." Before Master Pocket could even answer, True Master Three Swords spoke up. He then stepped forward to Chu Feng and asked courteously, "Young brother, your name is Chu Feng, is that correct?"
"Senior, this junior is indeed called Chu Feng," Chu Feng replied with appropriate respect.
He had already closed the gate to the Spirit World by now — he had not allowed the Queen to reveal herself.
After all, there were people here who knew what they were looking at. As long as they understood that he was an Asura Spirit World Master, that was more than sufficient.
"Brother Chu Feng, whatever formation you have in mind, just set it up. No matter what anyone else thinks, I will support you," True Master Three Swords said, thumping his chest. He was clearly a man who wore his heart on his sleeve.
Undeniably, though, once he had confirmed that Chu Feng was an Asura Spirit World Master, his enthusiasm had only grown more fervent.
"Amitabha. This old monk is also willing to support Benefactor Chu Feng," Master Pocket said.
Chu Feng offered both of them a polite smile in return, because he knew that once these two threw their support behind him, many more would be willing to do the same.