Whoosh—
Just as Song Jinglun was growing anxious, a violent gust of wind swept out from Chu Feng's direction.
Under the roar of that gale, the energy ripples that had been filling heaven and earth immediately dissipated.
But once the ripples cleared, not only the Nine Star Heavenly Mountain disciples—even those outside the barrier world found it hard to believe what they were seeing.
Because Chu Feng was still standing in the exact same spot.
He hadn't moved a single step, and there wasn't a scratch on his body.
Song Jinglun's Nine-Stage Immortal Technique had failed to harm him in the slightest!!!
"H-How did he do that?"
Everyone was stunned by what they were witnessing from Chu Feng.
In truth, even Song Jinglun himself was completely dumbfounded.
Whoosh—
But in the very next instant, Chu Feng moved.
He transformed into a bolt of thunder, like a thunder dragon that split across the sky with a piercing cry, heading straight for Song Jinglun.
Nearly everyone saw him move.
Including Song Jinglun.
But his speed was simply too fast—so fast that even though Song Jinglun noticed the incoming attack, there was absolutely no time to dodge.
Pfft—
The next moment, when people caught sight of Chu Feng again, he was already standing behind Song Jinglun.
Both of Chu Feng's hands were crackling with lightning.
Everyone could tell that his hands had been transformed into razor-sharp blades, and they were incredibly keen.
Most importantly, one of Chu Feng's hands was aimed directly at Song Jinglun's throat—he needed only the slightest movement to pierce through it.
And the other hand was aimed squarely at Song Jinglun's Dantian.
At that moment, forget about Song Jinglun being frozen with terror—even Ouyang Pingzhi was stunned speechless.
They could both sense it—Chu Feng's cultivation.
Fifth Rank Sovereign.
That level of cultivation was the same as Ouyang Pingzhi's and Song Jinglun's current strength.
Yet with identical cultivation, Song Jinglun was utterly powerless against Chu Feng.
It turned out that it wasn't just Zhao Zicheng who had been helpless—even Song Jinglun was the same.
Gulp—
Song Jinglun swallowed nervously.
In the span of a single heartbeat, sweat was already pouring down his face like rain.
"You... You win."
As he spoke, Song Jinglun produced the glove he had obtained from breaking through the formation.
He put up no further resistance. Even though Chu Feng hadn't actually harmed him, he chose to surrender all the same.
Because the moment Chu Feng had struck—the moment he appeared before him—the moment those two blade-like palms came to rest at his throat and Dantian...
He knew that the person before him was someone he could never defeat.
"If you'd just done that from the start, it would've saved us all this trouble."
Chu Feng gave a slight smile, retracted his attack, and accepted the glove from Song Jinglun.
"You're a man who knows when to fold—that junior brother of yours, not so much."
"You should teach him to choose his words more carefully when he doesn't know what his opponent is capable of."
"Today, he ran into me, and I just taught him a small lesson."
"Run into someone else, and he might not have kept his life."
Once those words left Chu Feng's mouth, the Nine Star Heavenly Mountain disciples were seething with silent fury.
Zhao Zicheng's cultivation had already been crippled, and this guy still called it a "small lesson"? How utterly shameless could he be?
But their curses could only rage inside their heads—they didn't dare let a shred of it show on their faces.
When even Song Jinglun had admitted defeat and willingly handed over the glove, they all knew that within this barrier world, no one from the Nine Star Heavenly Mountain dared to challenge that guy anymore.
"Junior Brother Wang, I never imagined you were hiding your strength so deep."
"If I was disrespectful earlier, please don't take it to heart."