Hum—
But at that very moment, Han Yu pressed his palms together once more.
Shortly after his palms met, yet another layer of white aura erupted from Han Yu's body.
The white aura grew denser and denser, burning around Han Yu like raging flames.
Boom—
In a sudden burst, the white aura shot skyward and coiled into the shape of a lifelike giant dragon, hovering above Han Yu's head.
The dragon's body was even more massive than the giant sword from before, and its aura was far more formidable as well.
This was another Immortal Art — and its power clearly surpassed the giant sword Han Yu had unleashed previously.
Waves of oppressive force swept outward from the dragon's body in every direction.
And when that pressure rolled toward Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword, both the Ancient War Sword and the Ancient War Axe trembled ever so slightly.
As though they were afraid.
Seeing this, many from the Sacred Pill Manor and the Immortal Weapon Manor felt a grim premonition settle in their chests.
This Immortal Art hadn't even been aimed at Chu Feng yet, and already his Ancient War Sword and Ancient War Axe were reacting this way.
If this attack actually struck, Chu Feng's fate would likely be catastrophic.
"Han Yu, this is merely a friendly spar — you should know when to stop! Young friend Chu Feng is already injured, and yet you resort to such a technique? Are you trying to kill him?"
Ma Changchun of the Sacred Pill Manor could no longer hold back and bellowed out in rebuke.
He believed Chu Feng would be unable to withstand this attack, and so he wanted to force the duel to an end before any disaster befell him.
"The outcome hasn't been decided yet — why shouldn't I be allowed to use such a technique?" Han Yu let out a cold laugh, then turned his gaze toward Chu Feng. "If you admit defeat, I suppose I could stop. But… you must kneel before Yuwen Tingyi and Yuwen Hualong and kowtow to apologize. That's the condition."
"…"
Upon hearing these words, the expressions of the Sacred Pill Manor and Immortal Weapon Manor cultivators all turned ugly.
Han Yu's demand was nothing short of outrageous.
No sane person would ever agree to do such a thing in front of so many witnesses, let alone someone as stubborn and proud as Chu Feng.
"Han Yu, don't push it too far! This is just a spar — what right do you have to demand that Brother Chu Feng kneel to them?" Li Xiang spoke up.
"My business with Chu Feng is none of your concern!" Han Yu's murderous gaze snapped toward Li Xiang.
Though Li Xiang had grown considerably braver of late, the moment he met Han Yu's killing intent, his heart lurched and he involuntarily took a step back.
"Young friend Chu Feng, if you don't wish to continue fighting this Han Yu, you need only say the word. There's no need to admit defeat, and certainly no need to apologize. With me, Ma Changchun, standing here, Han Yu will not lay a finger on you," Ma Changchun declared.
Hearing this, Han Yu's face darkened considerably. He turned on Ma Changchun and shouted, "My affair with Chu Feng — since when is that any of your business?"
"Today, this is one matter the Sacred Pill Manor will absolutely be getting involved in. And what exactly can you do about it, Han Yu?"
As Ma Changchun spoke, he took a step forward, his posture radiating the unmistakable intent to back Chu Feng to the hilt.
"You—!!!"
Seeing Ma Changchun take this stance, fury flashed across Han Yu's face. But the gap in their strength was simply too vast — when the other side decided to play rough, there was truly nothing he could do about it.
However, Han Yu was not one to take things lying down. Unable to deal with Ma Changchun himself, he turned to the elder experts present and called out:
"The Sacred Pill Manor is openly bullying a junior like me — and not a single one of you senior masters is going to say a word?"