"He actually subdued the Tiger Flood Dragon that easily?"
"Am I seeing things?"
The crowd could hardly believe what they were witnessing.
They had seen firsthand just how powerful the Tiger Flood Dragon was.
Yet such a formidable creature had been brought under Chu Feng's control.
They could sense Chu Feng's cultivation — he was… only a Rank Seven Martial Emperor.
How could a Rank Seven Martial Emperor use six Soul-Attached treasures to control a Rank Five Martial Ancestor?
That defied all logic.
"There's no need to worry, everyone. This Tiger Flood Dragon's power is only at the Rank Five Martial Ancestor level."
After saying this, Chu Feng turned his gaze to the Tiger Flood Dragon.
"Good thing I woke up in time. If I hadn't, who knows what would have happened if I let you keep evolving?"
"You nearly ruined everything for me."
"So you... must die."
Once he finished speaking, Chu Feng commanded the Tiger Flood Dragon to move.
After it flew out of the storm, the Tiger Flood Dragon's full body finally came into view, and its imposing aura was far more terrifying than before.
However, after the Tiger Flood Dragon flew a short distance, a muffled boom rang out as its body exploded.
Though the Tiger Flood Dragon's body burst apart, it was not completely shredded. Chu Feng had only shattered its flesh, leaving the skeleton entirely intact.
The skeleton not only shimmered with a faint glow but was also covered in intricate patterns that contained the mysteries of martial cultivation.
If the bones of the Fierce Beasts within the Fierce Beast Prison Realm could be used for cultivation, then this Tiger Flood Dragon's skeleton was an absolute treasure.
"So these Fierce Beasts really were created by a formation."
But looking at the skeleton, Chu Feng felt a twinge of disappointment.
He had originally hoped to collect the essences of the Fierce Beasts here to aid Egg and Yusha in their cultivation.
However, he discovered that although these Fierce Beasts were powerful and their bones could be used for training, they had no essence whatsoever.
Not only was this true of the beasts that Li Muzhi and the others had just killed, but it applied to the Tiger Flood Dragon as well.
This confirmed his suspicion.
These Fierce Beasts were not living creatures born of true life.
They were instead created by a special formation, nurtured by a special kind of treasure.
So they possessed cultivation and could be trained, but... they had no essence.
In truth, they had no souls either.
"The founding ancestor was truly a god among men."
Despite his disappointment, Chu Feng once again marveled at the incredible power of the Crouching Dragon Martial Sect's founding ancestor.
To use the power of a formation to create such life — that level of barrier mastery was something Chu Feng wouldn't even dare to imagine.
Or rather, it was something the current Chu Feng was far from being able to reach.
"Look! The storm's power is dissipating!"
"It's over! The crisis has been averted!"
"Junior Brother Chu Feng, you're incredible! You actually stopped the Slaughter Baptism — you stopped this catastrophe!"
As the storm began to fade and the terrifying black hurricane retreated, the Fierce Beast Prison Realm started returning to its original state. The disciples were overjoyed.
Zhao Shi and Ma Yueyue were so excited that they ran toward Chu Feng.
Ma Yueyue reached him first and threw her arms around him. When Zhao Shi saw this, she lunged at Chu Feng as well.
What's more, both of their eyes were filled with adoration.
In truth, it wasn't just them — even the other true disciples looked at Chu Feng with changed expressions.
There was a trace of genuine respect in their eyes.
By now, they all knew that this new disciple, who had broken Lord Dugu Lingtian's record the very day he entered the sect, was no fluke. He had real ability.
But faced with everyone's praise, Chu Feng simply offered a smile without responding.
"Thank him?"
"He's the one who stopped this catastrophe?"
But just as everyone was celebrating, a discordant voice cut through the joy.
The moment those words rang out, the heaven and earth, which had been alive with elation, fell deathly silent.
The one who had spoken was Zuoqiu Yanliang.
Everyone could sense his displeasure.
"This Prison King's skeleton is a supreme cultivation treasure. Everyone here played a part in stopping the catastrophe today. Senior Brother Zuoqiu, how to divide it is entirely up to you."
Duanmu Xiang looked at Zuoqiu Yanliang with an ingratiating smile.