"You!!!"
Even though he had already witnessed Chu Feng's combat strength from outside, experiencing it firsthand still felt unbelievable.
"What are you doing — self-mutilation?"
Chu Feng asked with a grin.
"You really are arrogant."
"You think I'm only a Third Rank Sovereign?"
As Zuoqiu Daoyi spoke, lightning patterns emerged on his forehead.
Though they were Heavenly-grade lightning patterns, they still pushed his cultivation higher.
Once his cultivation rose to the Fourth Rank Sovereign level, his arm swung violently toward Chu Feng's neck.
He intended to use his arm to cleave Chu Feng's head clean off.
Clang—
But after his arm slashed down, a sound rang out — like steel striking steel.
Everyone looked again, and not a single person's face remained unchanged.
"That guy..."
Even the dragon-blooded young woman who had been sitting above the clouds shot to her feet.
In her eyes was sheer disbelief.
The dragon-blooded elder behind her was no different.
He was so startled that his mouth hung slightly open.
"You… you… what kind of monster are you?"
Zuoqiu Daoyi staggered backward, unable to believe what he was seeing.
His arm had successfully struck Chu Feng's neck.
Just like when his palm had pierced into Chu Feng's Dantian.
And yet now, Chu Feng's neck was perfectly intact — just like his Dantian had been.
Meanwhile, Zuoqiu Daoyi's own arm had broken.
The reason was that Chu Feng's cultivation had risen once more.
At this moment, his cultivation had climbed from the Third Rank Sovereign to the Fourth Rank Sovereign.
Four auras now surged around Chu Feng's body.
It was those four auras that had elevated his cultivation once again.
But everyone could sense that those auras were not a Heavenly-grade Bloodline.
They were Heavenly Bestowed Divine Power!!!
"What is going on with this Chu Feng?"
"Isn't he a Heavenly-grade Bloodline holder? How does he also wield Heavenly Bestowed Divine Power?"
At this point, many members of the
Even Zuoqiu Tiansheng — the one Chu Feng had already battered so badly he could barely stand — wore a look of astonishment.
It was common knowledge that Heavenly-grade Bloodlines and Heavenly Bestowed Divine Power were two entirely different forces.
One who possessed a Heavenly-grade Bloodline could not possess Heavenly Bestowed Divine Power.
And one who possessed Heavenly Bestowed Divine Power could not possess a Heavenly-grade Bloodline.
Yet here was this guy — the one who cultivated the Divine Punishment Mystic Art — actually unleashing Heavenly Bestowed Divine Power.
Not only did four auras surge around his body, but above in the sky, golden clouds blotted out the heavens. Within those clouds, the faint roars of four great beasts could be heard.
An omen — this was the kind of Heavenly Bestowed Divine Power that manifested omens the moment it was released.
"Now do you understand why I'm so arrogant?"
Chu Feng said to Zuoqiu Daoyi, his voice dripping with mockery.
"You…"
Zuoqiu Daoyi gritted his teeth.
But he could find no rebuttal.
He had lost. He had truly lost. At the same level of cultivation, the gap in their combat strength was enormous.
If it came down to pure ability alone, he was no match for Chu Feng whatsoever.
But Zuoqiu Daoyi would not accept defeat. After all, he still had a trump card.
Even though it was one he had been extremely reluctant to bring along.
But now, that trump card had become his only chance to turn things around.
"The show has only just begun."
With that, Zuoqiu Daoyi reached into his Universe Bag and withdrew a stone. It carried an aura similar to the stones of the Heavenly Thunder Ancient Formation, yet subtly different as well.
A faint glow shimmered on its surface, and a medicinal fragrance wafted from it.
Zuoqiu Daoyi quickly popped the stone into his mouth.
Hummm—
The moment the stone entered his body, a soft radiance emanated from Zuoqiu Daoyi.
And the aura of that radiance was identical to that of the Heavenly Thunder Ancient Formation.
Immediately after, Zuoqiu Daoyi struck.
A punch erupted forward, hurtling straight toward Chu Feng's face.
Though this attack still contained no special technique — neither a martial skill nor an immortal art, just the simplest of strikes — the speed and power behind it had been vastly enhanced.
Chu Feng sensed the change in Zuoqiu Daoyi and did not dare let his guard down.
But neither did he back down. He threw a punch of his own.
And Chu Feng's punch did not aim for Zuoqiu Daoyi's face, nor his Dantian.
It went straight for Zuoqiu Daoyi's fist.
"Head-on?"
"Fine by me."
Seeing through Chu Feng's intention, Zuoqiu Daoyi grew excited instead.
Boom—
At last, the two fists collided.
The impact of the clash sent a devastating shockwave rippling outward.