"Brother, now's hardly the time — can you stop saying stuff like that?"
What Zhan Lingtong really wanted to say was: now's hardly the time to keep bragging. Wasn't yesterday's beating enough for you?
After making that earlier remark, Chu Feng had fallen silent. No matter how anxious Zhan Lingtong grew, there was nothing he could do.
Before long, several hundred members of the Ancient Demon Clan once again appeared on the horizon within Zhan Lingtong's field of vision.
The one leading them was none other than that Fifth Grade Half Ancestor from yesterday, and standing beside him was the very same demon who had been scared off by Chu Feng previously.
"The breakfast you mentioned — is that him?" The Fifth Grade Half Ancestor's face twisted with fury when he saw it was Chu Feng, glancing at the demon beside him, suspecting he had been deceived.
"My lord, it really is him. I don't know what this fellow did, but he knocked out Yaofeng in a single move," the demon hastily explained.
Following the direction of the other's finger, the Fifth Grade Half Ancestor also spotted a severely injured demon deep within the cave where Chu Feng was sitting. The demon had fallen unconscious. The Half Ancestor's gaze turned grave.
"Boy, just who exactly are you?" the Fifth Grade Half Ancestor asked.
However, Chu Feng offered no response. He simply remained seated cross-legged, eyes closed.
"I'm speaking to you. Are you deaf?" The next moment, the Fifth Grade Half Ancestor unleashed a voice that pierced the ears several times more painfully than a clap of thunder.
Rocks began to tumble and the void itself trembled.
Yet even so, Chu Feng continued to pay him no mind.
Though Chu Feng remained perfectly calm, Zhan Lingtong was terrified out of his wits. The other party had already released his aura — a Fifth Grade Half Ancestor. Such strength was practically godlike in their eyes. Now that the man was truly enraged, he genuinely feared that if Chu Feng kept up the act, they would be obliterated on the spot.
"Brother, get up and say something! At least apologize!" he urged hurriedly.
After Zhan Lingtong said this, Chu Feng finally opened his eyes — and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Don't worry, little brother. I'm here." With that, Chu Feng rose to his feet, swept a glance across the sky above, and said, "Not enough people."
"What did you say? What do you mean, not enough people?" the Fifth Grade Half Ancestor asked.
"The ones who beat me up yesterday aren't all here. Round them all up, or you'll regret it," Chu Feng replied.
"You trash! Was yesterday's beating not painful enough? Your wounds have barely healed and you already dare to put on an act?" The demon who had beaten Chu Feng yesterday spoke with both fury and mockery.
"Wounds?" Chu Feng smiled faintly. Then, the injuries on his face began to heal at a visible rate. In the blink of an eye, Chu Feng returned to a completely unscathed state — not a single trace of his earlier wounds remained.
"That was nothing but a little act I put on. Did you really think you could hurt me?" Chu Feng said.
"Stop posturing!!!"
"I'll flay you alive today!"
The demon who had been previously frightened by Chu Feng seemed to have found his courage now that the Fifth Grade Half Ancestor stood beside him. He actually produced a half-finished Ancestor Weapon and launched his attack without hesitation.
Moreover, the very first move he unleashed was an Imperial Forbidden Martial Technique. The formidable power coalesced into a raging pillar of flame that shot straight at Chu Feng.
At this moment, Zhan Lingtong's face drained of all color. In his mind, if that strike landed, forget about himself — even Chu Feng would be dead for certain.
"Hmph. I offer you courtesy, and you throw it back in my face." Cold light flickered through Chu Feng's eyes. He raised his arm and struck out with a thunderous punch.
BOOM!
A deafening roar rang out, and the pillar of flame was blasted apart.
"Aaaaagh—!"
Simultaneously, the demon who had attacked Chu Feng let out a blood-curdling scream and went hurtling through the air. He crashed to the ground motionless, his fate unknown.
"Insolent!!!"
At this, the Fifth Grade Half Ancestor bellowed with rage. At the same time, he flipped his hands and produced two half-finished Ancestor Weapons.
In that instant, the full might of a Fifth Grade Half Ancestor's aura erupted without restraint. Behind him, dark clouds churned and lightning rumbled as his killing intent poured down from the heavens. Zhan Lingtong was seized by an overwhelming chill, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
It was not merely the pressure of a Fifth Grade Half Ancestor — it was a towering murderous intent. This man did not simply intend to attack Chu Feng. He intended to kill them both.
Yet, right at that moment, Chu Feng struck out with another palm.