"What is going on with this guy?"
Linghu Mingye stared at Chu Feng, who was still inside the Immortal Armament pill furnace, his brows tightly furrowed and his eyes filled with confusion and unease.
Chu Feng was still inside the Immortal Armament pill furnace at present, yet the artifact seemed to have absolutely no effect on him anymore.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, Linghu Mingye swept his sleeve, and the Immortal Armament pill furnace began to shrink before being stored away in his Universe Bag.
Chu Feng, who had been sitting inside the furnace, descended to the ground in a seated position.
His eyes remained closed, as though he had fallen into a state of cultivation.
"What, are you pretending to be some transcendent master?" Linghu Mingye asked coldly.
Yet Chu Feng offered no response whatsoever. He did not even so much as twitch an eyelid, as if he had not heard Linghu Mingye's words at all.
"You actually think you're some kind of transcendent master, do you?"
Linghu Mingye suddenly let out a thunderous roar, and the massive pressure of a Second Grade Martial Immortal surged toward Chu Feng like a tidal wave.
However, as that overwhelming pressure bore down on Chu Feng, its power was drastically diminished.
No — it was not drastically diminished. It was completely neutralized.
That pressure was powerful enough to reduce Chu Feng to dust on the spot, yet after sweeping past him, Chu Feng remained entirely unscathed.
"What is happening?"
At the sight of this, Linghu Mingye's brows did not merely furrow — his sharp eyebrows shot upward, and a thick color of shock welled up in his eyes.
The change unfolding before him had caught him completely off guard.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, Linghu Mingye rotated his wrist, and an Immortal Armament sword appeared in his hand.
This Immortal Armament sword was far more formidable than the pill furnace he had used before.
With the sword in hand, Linghu Mingye's power received an immediate and tremendous boost.
But Linghu Mingye did not stop there. Heavenly-tier runes surfaced on his forehead, and his aura rose from Second Grade Martial Immortal all the way to the level of a Third Grade Martial Immortal.
"Die."
In an instant, the Immortal Armament sword in Linghu Mingye's hand was thrust toward Chu Feng.
A golden blade of sword light materialized and shot straight at Chu Feng.
The two were not far apart to begin with, and the blade of light was so massive that it reached Chu Feng virtually the moment it was unleashed.
Hum—
Yet that overwhelming blade of sword light — powerful enough to rend the very fabric of the void — passed through Chu Feng's body like thin air the moment it drew near.
Its form remained. Its power remained. But… it could not harm Chu Feng.
"What… is going on?"
Linghu Mingye stared at Chu Feng, and it was no longer just deep shock in his eyes — a thick thread of unease had woven itself in as well.
"It's useless."
At that moment, Chu Feng, who had been silent for so long, suddenly spoke.
As he did, he slowly rose to his feet and opened his eyes, fixing his gaze upon Linghu Mingye.
"What kind of trick are you playing?"
"Could it be that you possess some supreme treasure on your person?"
Linghu Mingye stared at Chu Feng with a grave expression.
"Whether I have a supreme treasure on me or what methods I've employed — in truth, none of that has anything to do with you."