"The Divine Lightning Mark—how does this fellow possess such a lightning mark?"
Upon seeing the lightning mark on Chu Feng's forehead, Hunlian's expression changed drastically. It was as if only at this moment did he truly realize just how extraordinary Chu Feng was.
"Such powerful aura—this is practically the strongest Heavenly Bloodline possessor I have ever witnessed."
"Lord Chu Feng truly lives up to his reputation."
At this moment, even the surviving commoners within the city had been utterly captivated by the aura that Chu Feng was now emanating.
Whoosh—
And right at that moment, two Ancestral Armors materialized in Chu Feng's hands.
They were the Gale Blade and the Flame Dragon Greatsword. Once Chu Feng gripped these two Ancestral Armors, his aura visibly intensified once more.
Strong. Overwhelmingly strong.
It even created an illusion for those present—as though Chu Feng, a Martial Ancestor, might actually be capable of battling a True Immortal.
"Chu Feng, surely you don't believe that with your level of cultivation, you can stand against me?"
"Don't forget, no matter what, you are merely a Martial Ancestor, while I am already a True Immortal," Ghost Fiend Old Demon sneered mockingly.
"Whether or not I can fight you—that's not for either of us to decide," Chu Feng said, and as he spoke, his gaze shifted sharply.
Boom—
In the next instant, a blinding golden radiance erupted from his body, rapidly coalescing into a magnificent golden greatsword. The golden greatsword was not only dazzlingly radiant but also exuded an overwhelming oppressive aura as it swept through the void, bearing down on the Ghost Fiend Old Demon.
"What is this?"
Upon seeing the golden greatsword, the Ghost Fiend Old Demon's expression shifted as well. He immediately thrust both palms forward, and a torrent of Immortal-level martial power surged from his palms, forming a golden defensive barrier that materialized before him.
Boom—
However, when the golden greatsword collided with that Immortal-level martial power, the defensive barrier didn't merely crack—it was riddled with fractures. The force was so tremendous that the Ghost Fiend Old Demon himself was sent hurtling back tens of thousands of meters, blasted completely out of the city.
"Heavens! Chu Feng actually repelled a True Immortal?"
The spectators stood there dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were seeing.
And this sword, possessing such devastating power, could only be the Ancient War Sword.
"Is this the secret technique you obtained from the Ancient War Clan?"
"But I heard it was supposed to be an axe—why is it a sword?"
By now, the Ghost Fiend Old Demon's heart was in turmoil. He couldn't help but voice his question to Chu Feng.
Moments ago, he had clashed head-on with the Ancient War Sword and could vividly feel the sheer power contained within it.
Precisely because of that, he was shaken—shaken that a Martial Ancestor, relying solely on a secret technique, could actually contend with him to some degree.
After all, before encountering Chu Feng, the Ghost Fiend Old Demon had fought other peak Martial Ancestors as well.
And while those individuals were only a single realm below him, they had been like ants before him—utterly incapable of fighting back.
He had assumed Chu Feng would be no different, but the reality before his eyes completely overturned that assumption.
"Who told you that the secret technique I obtained from the Ancient War Clan was limited to the Ancient War Axe alone?"
As Chu Feng spoke, he had already closed the distance to the Ghost Fiend Old Demon. The Ancient War Sword, carrying its overwhelming aura, once again pressed down toward the Ghost Fiend Old Demon.
"Chu Feng, do you truly believe you can contend with me—a True Immortal?"
The Ghost Fiend Old Demon seethed with fury. He raised both hands like blades, pointing them at Chu Feng.
Boom—
In the blink of an eye, a torrent of martial power surged from his fingertips like a raging tide, rapidly forming into two massive martial-power swords, each stretching over a thousand meters in length.
Once the two martial-power swords took shape, they slashed directly at Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword.
Clang, clang, clang—
The three great swords clashed midair in a spectacular confrontation, the shockwaves so violent that the surrounding void itself trembled.
Heaven and earth plunged into darkness, the sun and moon lost their radiance, and aside from the three gleaming great swords clashing across the sky, everything around them was swallowed in pitch-black shadow.