The Flying Flower Sect Master's attack was blocked once again.
There was no doubt — it was Grandmaster Huizhi's doing. Grandmaster Huizhi's barrier shield was still intact, and it was that barrier that had once more deflected the Flying Flower Sect Master's assault.
But this duel had clearly already ended.
"Grandmaster Huizhi, why must you help him like this?"
"This boy is guilty of countless crimes — his death would be well deserved!"
"Why are you doing this?!"
Thunderous roars shook the air.
It was the Flying Flower Sect Master.
He was truly furious, so much so that he was actually shouting at Grandmaster Huizhi.
Zhao Xuanhe was far too important to him. If not for Grandmaster Huizhi protecting that Chu Feng today, he would have killed Chu Feng already, and Zhao Xuanhe would never have died.
So in his view, Grandmaster Huizhi bore an unforgivable share of the blame for Zhao Xuanhe's death.
But given that Grandmaster Huizhi's strength was far too great, he was no match for the man. He didn't dare provoke Grandmaster Huizhi, and could only vent his emotions through shouting.
Even in his rage, he didn't dare say anything too harsh.
Such was the gap in their strength.
Before Grandmaster Huizhi's absolute power, even this despicable, ruthless man — the Flying Flower Sect Master — did not dare overstep.
"Grandmaster Huizhi, why must you protect him?"
Immediately after, another voice rang out — it was the Eight Sword Immortals of the Dao Sea.
Besides them, although no one else spoke up, they all looked at Grandmaster Huizhi with curiosity in their eyes.
From what they knew of Grandmaster Huizhi, aside from using barrier techniques to seal off the arena during Spirit World mastery contests, he never involved himself in personal grudges that arose after the competition.
But today, his behavior was very unusual.
Why was he protecting this Chu Feng like this?
It didn't match Grandmaster Huizhi's usual style at all.
"Your disciple accepted this junior's bet, and should have honored his word."
"Isn't that what a true man ought to do?"
Grandmaster Huizhi looked at the Flying Flower Sect Master and gave his answer.
"You..."
The Flying Flower Sect Master was left speechless. On this matter alone, Zhao Xuanhe was clearly in the wrong.
So he dropped that point and said instead:
"Grandmaster Huizhi, Xuanhe has already paid with his life. The matter between the two of them is settled — why do you still insist on protecting Chu Feng?"
"Must I not even be allowed to settle the accounts for this boy killing my Flying Flower Sect disciple and seizing our treasures?" the Flying Flower Sect Master demanded.
"You are welcome to settle accounts, but not on my territory."
"He came here because of the competition I organized. It is my right to ensure his safety — at the very least, while on my ground, I will not let you lay a hand on him."
"Leave. All of you."
As soon as Grandmaster Huizhi finished speaking, he swept his great sleeve.
Hummm—
A mysterious force cascaded downward, enveloping everyone.
Under the influence of that power, the entire castle trembled slightly.
Before most of the people inside the castle could even react, they had already been expelled from the building and found themselves standing outside.
It was the power of teleportation.
Grandmaster Huizhi had transported them all from inside the castle to outside it.
The people of the Flying Flower Sect, the Eight Sword Immortals of the Dao Sea, Liu Shangwu, and everyone else present — even Grandmaster Huizhi's servant, Ping Fan — all appeared outside the castle.
Counting the heads, it seemed that apart from Chu Feng and Grandmaster Huizhi, everyone who had previously been inside the castle had been sent out.