The token in
Upon seeing it, most of the people present wore blank expressions. Even many members of the Shengguang Clan did not recognize the token.
But
"Sacred Valley?"
At the same time, a wave of turbulence surged through
He had encountered people from Sacred Valley before.
That was in the Nine Soul
One was an elderly man, the other a young man.
The young man possessed the cultivation of a first-tier Martial Ancestor — at that time, an unbeatable genius in Chu Feng's eyes.
As for the elderly man, he was far more unfathomable. At the very least, in Chu Feng's eyes at the time, he was a being above Shengguang Xuanye.
The two wore identical robes.
Embroidered over the heart of each robe were the characters for Sacred Valley.
Suspended from their waists were tokens inscribed with the same words.
Though those two tokens differed somewhat from the one Daoist Niantian now held, the characters upon them were exactly the same.
"Could it be that this senior is also a member of Sacred Valley?"
A guess formed in Chu Feng's mind.
"A guest elder token of Sacred Valley?"
"You have ties to Sacred Valley — why would you oppose me?"
Shengguang Xuanye had been struck with panic at first, but after a closer look, he had discerned the nature of the token. Upon realizing it was merely a guest token, the fear on his face began to fade.
Clearly, he understood Sacred Valley well. Otherwise, he could never have identified the token in Daoist Niantian's hand. And from his tone, it was apparent that he not only knew people from Sacred Valley — his relationship with them seemed rather good.
This sent a flicker of unease through Chu Feng's heart. If Sacred Valley stood behind Shengguang Xuanye as his backer, then dealing with him would be far from simple.
"This old man already said — I am not young friend Chu Feng's ally."
"If you want to fight, fight. Leave me out of it."
After pocketing the token, Daoist Niantian turned to Chu Feng.
"Young friend Chu Feng, just now, this old man simply couldn't stand them bullying you — a junior."
"But since you had the nerve to come here alone, I trust you've made your preparations."
"Though you are a young man, you are still a man. Once you've made your decision, you must take responsibility for your own words and actions."
"Therefore, I will not help you in your challenge against the Shengguang Clan. Whether you live or die today depends entirely on your own ability."
Daoist Niantian spoke.
"
"The matter between us, we can discuss later. Right now… I need to deal with these scum of the Shengguang Clan."
Chu Feng offered a faint smile, then swept the blade in his hand.
Pfft—
Pucht—
Two spurts of blood erupted. The heads of
Everything happened far too quickly.
By the time anyone could react, the two Supreme Elders of the Shengguang Clan — Shengguang Haifu and Shengguang Yunyue — lay dead at Chu Feng's feet.
"Chu Feng — how could he?"
"Could it be that he isn't a first-tier Martial Ancestor?"
The Hall Master of the Myriad Demon Sacred Hall and the Clan Chief of the
They were, after all, third-tier Martial Ancestors, yet they had not even been able to follow Chu Feng's movements. This meant his strength was very likely above their own.
"Chu Feng, I'll take your wretched life!"
In a sudden burst, a torrent of murderous intent surged forth, engulfing the very heavens and earth.
It was Shengguang Xuanye.
Chu Feng had dared to actually behead the Shengguang Clan's Supreme Elders right before his eyes — a clear and utter show of contempt.
His face twisted into something grotesque, sinister and terrifying. But far more dreadful than his expression, far more dreadful than his killing intent, was his oppressive aura.
Sixth-tier Martial Ancestor. That was Shengguang Xuanye's current level of cultivation.
"Has Shengguang Xuanye's cultivation advanced? He's already a sixth-tier Martial Ancestor?"
"Young friend Chu Feng — how will he handle this?"