Linghu Tiemian and Chu Feng faced each other across the battlefield.
A great clash was imminent.
While everyone anticipated a showdown between peak powerhouses, they also wanted to know — what gave Chu Feng the ability to stand against Linghu Tiemian?
Setting aside external forces and speaking only of one's own cultivation, Linghu Tiemian was unquestionably the strongest cultivator in the Ancestral Martial Cultivation Realm.
This was something everyone acknowledged.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, Linghu Tiemian's robes billowed, and a massive wave of oppressive might surged toward Chu Feng like a tide of mountains and seas.
The speed of that pressure was not particularly fast — so slow, in fact, that every person present could clearly feel its ripple, its power.
But precisely because everyone could feel it so vividly, they were once again reminded of Linghu Tiemian's overwhelming strength.
Sixth level Martial Immortal — that was Linghu Tiemian's cultivation.
Such cultivation soared above everyone present, enough to obliterate every single one of them.
And that terrifying force was now barreling toward Chu Feng.
Without the power of a formation, what could Chu Feng possibly use to resist?
Ssssk—
Yet, just as the oppressive might closed in on Chu Feng, a divine lightning mark surfaced on his forehead. In the next instant, a wave of oppressive force erupted from Chu Feng's body as well.
The two auras collided with each other. In an instant, ripples surged in all directions, the sky darkened, and it was as if a dragon and tiger were locked in combat. Neither gained the upper hand, and ultimately the two forces cancelled each other out.
"Heavens! That lightning mark on Chu Feng's forehead — is that the character for 'divine'?"
"Could it be… the legendary Divine Punishment Mystic Art?"
"Chu Feng — just like his father and grandfather — has actually cultivated the Divine Punishment Mystic Art?"
The moment Chu Feng's divine lightning mark appeared, the eyes of many onlookers went wide, shock flooding their faces. Quite a few cried out in disbelief.
Even Linghu Tiemian was full of astonishment, his mouth falling open without his realizing it.
The Divine Punishment Mystic Art — this was a legendary Mystic Art, the finest that bearers of Heavenly-level bloodlines could cultivate.
But the reason it was called legendary was that no one else could cultivate it even if they wanted to. Not even his Linghu Heavenly Clan, the foremost among the Ten Great Heavenly Clans of the Ancestral Martial Star Domain, possessed the Divine Punishment Mystic Art for anyone to practice.
Yet now, this very clansman of the Chu Heavenly Clan — whom he had looked down upon — had actually cultivated the Divine Punishment Mystic Art.
How could he not be shocked?
"Once Chu Feng unleashed that lightning mark, his cultivation reached the sixth level Martial Immortal — doesn't that mean his true cultivation is already at the fifth level Martial Immortal?"
"No wonder, no wonder even Linghu Mingye fell to him, and he even dared to challenge Linghu Tiemian. So his true cultivation was this terrifying as well. This boy truly lives up to being Chu Xuanyuan's son — an absolute monster."
But while some were stunned by the Divine Punishment Mystic Art, others marveled at the depth of Chu Feng's cultivation.
Chu Feng had already used his own oppressive force to cancel out Linghu Tiemian's.
Everyone could sense his aura now.
His fifth level Martial Immortal cultivation was laid bare for all to see.
"How has Chu Feng progressed so quickly?"
But at this moment, the most shocked of all were those from the Dongguo Heavenly Clan, the Chu Heavenly Clan, and the Li Heavenly Clan.
Of everyone present, they were the ones who knew Chu Feng the best.
And precisely because they knew him, their shock was all the greater — shock at the level his cultivation had reached.