"This guy."
Upon seeing this, Xianhai Shuoyi's heart clenched. He instinctively sensed that things were going badly, so he gritted his teeth and pushed himself with every ounce of strength he could muster, pouring out his Mental Power with all his might, desperate to defeat Chu Feng as quickly as possible.
But to his horror, he discovered that the door — the one that could only be moved by Mental Power —
The door that was now only three meters away from Chu Feng, close enough that just a tiny bit more would send Chu Feng flying out of the hall, had stopped moving.
At that moment, the door was like an immovable mountain. No matter how much force he poured into it, he could not push it even a single inch closer to Chu Feng.
And Chu Feng, meanwhile, seemed to have forgotten about the pain. His eyes held only one person — Xianhai Shuoyi.
In Chu Feng's mind, there was only one thing — something he had to accomplish, something more important than his own life.
And that was to defeat Xianhai Shuoyi.
"Xianhai Shuoyi." Suddenly, Chu Feng spoke in a calm voice.
"Huh?" Xianhai Shuoyi's expression faltered, unsure why Chu Feng would suddenly say something at a time like this.
"I want you to remember this — clearly and carefully — my name is Chu Feng," Chu Feng said to Xianhai Shuoyi.
"What do you mean?" Xianhai Shuoyi grew even more confused.
And at that moment, the previously calm Chu Feng erupted like a furious beast, like a volcano detonating, and let out a thunderous roar.
"Because I am the one who defeated you!!"
BOOM—
The moment those words left his mouth, an incredibly powerful burst of Mental Power exploded from Chu Feng's body, and that door — which had been a mere three meters from Chu Feng — was blasted across the distance in an instant, slamming straight in front of Xianhai Shuoyi.
"NO!!!"
In that instant, Xianhai Shuoyi let out an unwilling roar of despair.
His voice still echoed through the great hall, but his figure had long since been swallowed by the door — ejected from this great hall, ejected from this Heavenly Court Sacred Temple.
And after Chu Feng had sent Xianhai Shuoyi flying out —
He too collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball. His aura was extremely weak, his complexion ghastly pale, as though he were gravely ill. Beads of sweat the size of beans covered his entire body, dripping steadily to the floor.
But Chu Feng wore a look of pure joy as he said to Eggy: "My Queen, how was that? I didn't embarrass you, did I?"
"You, stop singing your own praises. You should know that you could have won today with ease. The reason it was so close is entirely because of that stubborn pride of yours," the Queen said, her tone stern.
"I know, My Queen. Your humble servant will be more careful in the future," Chu Feng replied with a grin.
"Hmph. At least you know your place," the Queen said, putting on a stern act.
But on her breathtakingly beautiful face, the look of joy was unmistakable, and within her lively, sparkling eyes, a unmistakable tenderness — a pang of heartache — was clearly welling up.
And the one she felt that heartache for was, naturally, Chu Feng.
"The victor may claim the prize."
At that moment, the mysterious luminous figure spoke in a flat tone. The next instant, it vanished without a trace — and along with it disappeared the very door that had allowed Chu Feng to defeat Xianhai Shuoyi.
"It finally worked."
Before Chu Feng, on the stone platform, lay the Origin Stone — so close he could almost touch it. Yet a trace of unease still lingered in his heart.
Chu Feng wasn't entirely sure. He couldn't be certain whether he would truly be able to obtain this Origin Stone.
Because he had this persistent feeling that the place he was in was impossibly far from the Hundred Refinements Mortal World.
So impossibly far — how had he gotten here? Was it possible that only his soul had come?