The 136 barrier nails were actually forged from 136 different materials, each infused with a different formation.
Every single barrier nail was one of a kind.
The nails had pierced through the Old Daoist Ox-Nose's flesh, which seemed savage — but in truth, the barrier nails were currently channeling a continuous stream of gentle energy that nourished him.
So even though the Old Daoist Ox-Nose appeared trapped, his condition was far from weak. On the contrary, he was brimming with vitality — more energetic than he had ever been in his normal state.
"Brother Yuan Kong, you must have seen everything that just happened, correct?"
"Your eye for choosing disciples truly is remarkable. That disciple of yours... has already surpassed his master."
Master Yin Ren said to the Old Daoist Ox-Nose.
It turned out he had long known about the relationship between Chu Feng and the Old Daoist Ox-Nose.
"That's enough to frighten you?"
"I'll tell you — that wasn't even that kid's true ability."
"Sima Xiangtu, even if you beg for mercy now, it won't help. That kid Chu Feng won't let you off."
The Old Daoist Ox-Nose said.
So Master Yin Ren was actually Sima Xiangtu.
This Sima Xiangtu and the Old Daoist Ox-Nose had been friends since their youth.
Both were prodigious Spirit World Masters, and Sima Xiangtu had once been the person the Old Daoist Ox-Nose trusted most.
But as the Old Daoist Ox-Nose rose to become the strongest Spirit World Master of the Ancestral Martial Galaxy, Sima Xiangtu was consumed by jealousy.
Before the Old Daoist Ox-Nose's life-and-death match against Saint Venerable Wudao, Sima Xiangtu had prepared a bowl of poisoned soup for him, causing the Old Daoist Ox-Nose to perform poorly and lose to Saint Venerable Wudao.
After that, the world believed the Old Daoist Ox-Nose was dead.
Saint Venerable Wudao naturally went on to become the strongest Spirit World Master of the Ancestral Martial Galaxy.
As for the mastermind behind it all — Sima Xiangtu — he left the Ancestral Martial Galaxy, changed his name, and came to the Nine Souls Galaxy.
For all those years, the Old Daoist Ox-Nose had been searching for Sima Xiangtu. He had finally uncovered a clue to Sima Xiangtu's whereabouts, and when he bid farewell to Chu Feng at the Dragon Clan, he had been heading out to find Sima Xiangtu.
And find him, he did.
But the Sima Xiangtu of today was no longer the same person — his strength had grown enormously.
The Old Daoist Ox-Nose was no match and had instead been captured by Sima Xiangtu.
Sima Xiangtu used his own eyes as a prison formation, not only keeping the Old Daoist Ox-Nose by his side — everything that transpired was also perfectly visible to the Old Daoist Ox-Nose.
"Brother Yuan Kong, you really have changed. The old you wasn't so fond of boasting."
"Chu Feng's talent is indeed heaven-defying — not just in the Sacred Light Galaxy, but even in the Nine Souls Galaxy, no one can compare."
"However, a brat who moments ago could only flee in panic before me — what about him is worth my fear?"
Sima Xiangtu said.
"You say that because you don't understand Chu Feng. He's nothing like those young masters from the great clans. As long as he doesn't die, then his enemies will surely be the ones who perish."
"Sima Xiangtu, you've already touched his reverse scale. Even if you beg for mercy, it's useless. Prepare yourself for death."
The Old Daoist Ox-Nose spoke with absolute confidence, as if he had already foreseen Sima Xiangtu's doom.
"You're right — if Chu Feng were given room to grow, he would indeed be difficult to deal with."
"But Chu Feng is so sentimental and loyal. If he were to learn that his Master is in my hands, tell me... would he not walk right into the trap?"
Sima Xiangtu said with a sly smile, his eyes filled with cunning.
But the Old Daoist Ox-Nose showed not a hint of panic.
"Chu Feng will certainly come to save me, but that kid never fights unprepared battles. If you intend to use me as bait to lure him..."
"Then you'd best pray he doesn't come. If he does, the one in trouble will be you."
The Old Daoist Ox-Nose said.
"Trying to scare me? Is this some kind of reverse psychology? If you think that sort of thing will frighten me, you underestimate me far too much."
"Brother Yuan Kong, you should know just how useful your soul and Chu Feng's soul are to me."
"So don't worry — I won't kill your disciple."
"Nor do I need to use you to lure that Chu Feng."
"After all, he's just like you — neither of you can escape from my grasp."