The sudden turn of events left everyone who noticed it stunned, and the two emperors still airborne were no exception—their expressions shifted dramatically as they shouted, "Who are you?!"
"Someone here to take your lives." Chu Feng let out a cold smile, then thrust his palm forward and clawed at the empty air. A tremendous surge of suction erupted forth.
"Uwaah!" Under the force of this power, both emperors—each at the eighth level of Heaven Martial—couldn't resist in the slightest. They plummeted from the sky, crashing down in front of Chu Feng.
After the two hit the ground, Chu Feng struck without hesitation. Two fists smashed into their dantians with a pair of dull thuds.
"Ughhh!" The blows sent the emperors of the Liu and Ji clans into agonized screams. Great mouthfuls of fresh blood spurted out as they clutched their dantians and writhed across the ground.
Although Chu Feng's punches hadn't completely destroyed their cultivation, the injuries were devastating. At the very least, the two were as good as crippled for the time being, stripped of all their former fighting strength.
"Chu Feng, you—!" Every person present felt their expressions change, because they could sense that Chu Feng's aura was nothing more than the eighth level of Heaven Martial—and an unstable one at that. Yet even so, he had effortlessly decimated three emperors.
Everyone knew that in the late stages of the Heaven Martial Realm, the gap between each successive level was enormous. The fact that Chu Feng could crush genuine eighth-level Heaven Martial cultivators with such erratic cultivation was enough to leave even the most jaded onlooker in disbelief.
Chu Feng paid no attention to their shocked stares. Instead, both arms shot forward, his hands forming eagle talons as he seized the collars of the two emperors. "Scream for help!" he barked at them.
"Wha—?!" The two emperors, still drowning in agony, were caught off guard by his sudden demand.
When they hesitated, Chu Feng didn't bother with words. He swung his arms and delivered a slap across each of their faces, the crisp cracks echoing through the air. "I told you to scream for help. If you don't do it now, I'll destroy your precious assets."
"You—" Both emperors' faces turned green. Fury boiled inside them, but they didn't dare defy his words. Looking up at the sky, they roared at the top of their lungs: "Help!!"
The cry rang out like a thunderclap, drawing the attention of everyone within the Jiang Dynasty. The cultivators from all three clans shot into motion, hurtling toward the dynasty's core area. Even the three ancestors—who had remained seated and watched the spectacle unfold—arrived in the blink of an eye.
When the three ancestors took in the scene on the ground, their previously composed expressions all faltered. None of them had ever imagined that their sons—one dead, two grievously wounded—would end up in such a state.
"Who killed my son? I want his wretched life!" The Zhao ancestor flew into a towering rage at the sight of his carefully nurtured son, killed by someone else's hand. He roared and, without a second thought, unleashed a devastating palm strike aimed downward.
The palm was terrifying. Before it even reached the ground, the earth was already quaking violently. Countless fissures spread in every direction, and huge swaths of land collapsed one after another.
Forget those at the Xuan Martial Realm—even those at the Heaven Martial Realm could not withstand this horrifying pressure. One by one, they were driven face-first into the ground, unable to so much as stand.
"Break!" Chu Feng roared, hurling a punch skyward. With a deafening boom, he shattered the Zhao ancestor's palm strike single-handedly.
"Senior Hengyuan—keep an eye on these two." Chu Feng tossed the two emperors in front of Jiang Hengyuan, then bellowed toward the sky: "Your son was killed by me! If you've got the guts, come at me yourself!" As the words left his lips, he rocketed skyward to meet the Zhao ancestor in battle.
"This brat is courting death!" The Liu ancestor let out a cold snort and moved to join the fight.
"Wait." Before he could act, the Ji ancestor stopped him. Glancing down at the two emperors now under Jiang Hengyuan's control, the Ji ancestor transmitted a voice message: "Look closely—our sons are in their hands right now. If we make a move, they'll be in danger."
"But—"
"And just watch? Let that old Zhao fight the brat alone? The boy doesn't seem simple at all!" The Liu ancestor was actually worried about the Zhao ancestor.
"Don't worry. His combat power may be formidable, but his aura is wrong. If I'm not mistaken, he's either consumed a special forbidden pill or activated a peculiar array to borrow someone else's strength. There's no way he can match the Zhao ancestor." The Ji ancestor said with calm assurance.
"You're right. Ji, you really do have a sharp eye." The Liu ancestor took a closer look and confirmed that Chu Feng's aura was indeed wildly unstable. Only then did he relax.
"Elder Liu! Elder Ji! Call your clansmen to stop fighting right now, or I'll kill your sons!" Jiang Hengyuan was a shrewd man. The moment Chu Feng had tossed those two emperors into his care, he had grasped Chu Feng's plan without hesitation. Channeling his heaven-level power, he roared toward the sky.
The instant those words left his mouth, every powerful cultivator of the Liu and Ji royal clans turned their gaze to their ancestors in the sky.
The two ancestors said nothing, but they made a subtle hand signal. The moment their clansmen saw the gesture, every fighter from both sides withdrew to their respective ancestor's side and ceased their assault on the Jiang Dynasty.
Under these circumstances, only the Zhao clan continued pressing its attack against the Jiang royal family.
But with their emperor dead and their ancestor entangled in battle, the Zhao clan alone was clearly no match for the Jiang Dynasty. With the aid of the numerous demon beasts and the many experts from the Spirit World Alliance, the Jiang Dynasty quickly turned the tide, moving from disadvantage to advantage—and soon began cutting down Zhao clan cultivators one after another.
"Liu! Ji! What are you two doing?! Stop sitting there and help me finish off this brat!" Noticing that both allies were merely standing by, the Zhao ancestor let out a furious roar.
"Come now, Zhao. Your opponent is nothing more than a green boy at the eighth level of Heaven Martial. If all three of us had to team up against such a brat, we'd be the laughingstock of the world. You handle him yourself." The Ji ancestor said with a smile.
"Indeed, Brother Zhao. The brat is simply borrowing an outside power—it's not his true cultivation. With your abilities, dealing with him should be child's play." The Liu ancestor also chuckled.
"You two old wretches—truly untrustworthy!" Watching his clansmen being slaughtered in retaliation, the Zhao ancestor gnashed his teeth in fury.
"Haha! Old mutt, your allies sure are reliable—sold you out in no time." While continuing to exchange blows with the Zhao ancestor, Chu Feng transmitted a mocking voice message.