"Brother Hunlian, it's a long story. I'll explain later. Right now, we need to run!" Instead of answering Hunlian's question, the one called Xiao Leng grabbed him and tried to flee. But his cultivation was far weaker than Hunlian's, so he couldn't budge him in the slightest.
"Xiao Leng, you should know — I spent two years in seclusion for the sole purpose of getting revenge on that bastard
"But back at the Eight Desolations Mass Grave, the one who humiliated me wasn't just Ying Mingchao. This
"I was already planning to seek Chu Feng out, but what I never could have imagined was running into him right here."
"This is fate. The heavens themselves are helping me — how could I possibly let him go?" Hunlian said to the Soul Infant Sect member known as Xiao Leng.
"Brother Hunlian, I won't stand in your way if you want to take revenge on Young Master Ying Mingchao. But Chu Feng — you can't."
"You have no idea what's happened over the past two years, so…" Xiao Leng tried to explain the situation.
But the more Hunlian listened, the more impatient he became. He couldn't understand — if Ying Mingchao was fair game, why not Chu Feng?
Could Chu Feng possibly be stronger than Ying Mingchao?
Don't be ridiculous. In Hunlian's mind, Chu Feng was nothing but trash.
Back then, the only reason Chu Feng had been able to suppress him was because of that grand formation. Otherwise, a single spit from Hunlian would have drowned the guy.
Young Master Ying Mingchao was the real rival in his heart. Chu Feng? Nothing more than an ant he could crush without lifting a finger.
So Hunlian simply ignored Xiao Leng and turned his murderous gaze back toward Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng, today… I will make you wish you were dead. You'll be on your knees, begging me for mercy."
Thud—
But the moment those words left his lips, Xiao Leng suddenly dropped to the ground and kowtowed to Chu Feng.
"Lord Chu Feng, please spare us! We never meant to be your enemy. Please, let us go!"
"Xiao Leng, you—"
Hunlian was utterly speechless at the sight before him.
He knew Xiao Leng was a coward who feared death above all else, but surely there was a limit to that fear. If the person in front of them were some truly terrifying powerhouse, fine — but to be this terrified of Chu Feng? Hunlian genuinely couldn't stomach it.
"Get off me." Hunlian grabbed Xiao Leng and hurled him to the ground. As if that weren't enough, he spat on him. "Useless coward. A single Chu Feng turns you into this pathetic mess? You've completely disgraced our Soul Infant Sect."
BOOM—
Just then, Hunlian's expression shifted. He sensed a massive aura bearing down on him like a tidal wave.
The sheer terror of that aura was enough to make him suffocate.
"Chu Feng?"
Hunlian instinctively looked toward Chu Feng, because he could tell that aura was the same one radiating from Chu Feng's body.
WHOOOOSH—
But before his eyes could even land on Chu Feng, that overwhelming pressure sent him tumbling through the air. He was thrown from the rooftop of the palace and smashed into the ground like a dead dog.
No matter how hard he strained every ounce of strength to break free, he couldn't move a single inch.
"Chu Feng, you… how… how is this possible? How can your pressure suppress me?!"
Hunlian could barely speak, but his face was plastered with disbelief.
He simply couldn't accept it. In his memory, Chu Feng had been nothing more than a half-ancestral realm cultivator. Even if he'd made some progress during Hunlian's seclusion, at most he'd have reached the peak of half-ancestral — he wouldn't have even crossed the threshold into the Martial Ancestral realm. How could he possibly possess the power to suppress him?
Hunlian was now a sixth-grade Martial Ancestor.
"I know — you're using a formation again, aren't you?" Hunlian latched onto the only possibility he could imagine. That had to be it — Chu Feng was relying on the power of a formation. Otherwise, there was no way he could suppress him.
"Chu Feng, you despicable coward! Do you dare fight me with your own cultivation alone?!" Hunlian bellowed furiously.
"Brother Hunlian, stop. Chu Feng is now a ninth-grade Martial Ancestor — the universally acknowledged strongest cultivator below the True Immortal realm in the entire
"A ninth-grade Martial Ancestor? You're telling me that Chu Feng is a ninth-grade Martial Ancestor?" Hunlian's jaw dropped, his eyes wide with shock. He could hardly believe what he was hearing.
"That's right. Everyone in the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm knows this." Xiao Leng nodded vigorously, as if afraid Hunlian wouldn't believe him.