"Hsss—"
At that moment, everyone couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.
If those words had come from anyone else, they naturally wouldn't have believed them. But the one who had spoken was the Old Freak Henghui — so even if they wanted to disbelieve, they couldn't.
But just thinking about the fact that Chu Feng had obtained Zhan Haichuan's mantle and become his successor — that alone was enough to leave them utterly astonished.
"Chu Feng obtained Grandmaster Kaihong's mantle two years ago, and that was already enough to make people envious."
"Who could have imagined that he also obtained Lord Zhan Haichuan's mantle? What on earth is this boy's background, to have encountered such fortune? He is truly a man of immense blessed luck."
The more they thought about it, the more shocked they became. Even though most of them were people of considerable experience and knowledge, their minds were thoroughly unsettled at this moment.
Zhan Haichuan and Grandmaster Kaihong — who were they? They were both supreme powerhouses of the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm who had each dominated an entire era.
And Zhan Haichuan's reputation back in the day had been even more formidable than Grandmaster Kaihong's.
Now, Chu Feng had obtained both Zhan Haichuan's and Grandmaster Kaihong's mantles at the same time.
Putting everything else aside, just this luck alone was something no one would have been able to believe.
"The martial technique you just used — it belongs to Zhan Haichuan?"
The murmuring of the crowd reached Kongdou Moyuan's ears. His expression shifted dramatically, and he directly confronted Chu Feng.
"What if it is? What if it isn't?" Chu Feng replied nonchalantly, a contemptuous smile playing across his lips.
"So that means you never actually obtained Zhan Haichuan's inheritance. Hmph — I said it all along. A piece of trash like you could never possibly earn Lord Zhan Haichuan's recognition." A look of relief surfaced on Kongdou Moyuan's face at that moment.
It was clear that personally, he very much did not want Chu Feng to have received Zhan Haichuan's inheritance.
"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. The various forbidden martial techniques I employed earlier were all passed down from the Ancient Battle Clan."
"I am not the successor of the Ancient Battle Clan, but I… did indeed obtain the Ancient Battle Clan's inheritance," Chu Feng declared.
"Ah, so it's true!"
"He's admitted it himself — then this matter is beyond all doubt."
"This is too incredible! Is Chu Feng some sort of divinely ordained figure? Otherwise, how could he possibly have such extraordinary fortune?"
The crowd erupted into a clamor. That didn't include just the ordinary onlookers, either.
At that moment, even Dugu Jianxu — whose cultivation Chu Feng had previously crippled — and the Meat-and-Wine Monk wore expressions of stunned disbelief.
Because this matter was far too significant. It was no longer simply a question of talent. Chu Feng had simultaneously earned the recognition of both Zhan Haichuan and Grandmaster Kaihong.
In the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm, how many people had doubted Chu Feng? How many had looked down on him?
But from this day forward, all of that was rendered meaningless. Those people's doubts were now worth absolutely nothing.
If even Zhan Haichuan and Grandmaster Kaihong had acknowledged him, what did their doubts amount to?
"Good, good, good — this works out perfectly! Today, I will seize your inheritance and make everything you have my own!"
Kongdou Moyuan suddenly flew into a towering rage. His fury stemmed from his jealousy — Chu Feng's extraordinary fortune had deeply unsettled him.
As his rage erupted, he flipped his palm, and yet another Ancestral Weapon spear appeared in his grasp.
The true power of an Ancestral Weapon could only be fully unleashed by a Martial Ancestor. In other words, an Ancestral Weapon could be considered a Martial Ancestor's greatest asset.
Now, with Kongdou Moyuan simultaneously wielding two Ancestral Weapon spears, his combat power naturally increased dramatically.
With his strength enhanced, the forbidden Ancestral martial techniques Kongdou Moyuan unleashed grew even more ferocious. Even the wild beasts they conjured seemed to have grown considerably in size.
But most importantly, a vortex had appeared above Kongdou Moyuan's head at that moment.
The vortex was pitch-black. Not only was its wind force tremendous enough to warp the very fabric of space, but it also emanated an aura of extreme terror — as though the dark vortex could devour everything.