"Young Master Chu Feng, he seems to be a young generation member too?" Song Yuwei asked Chu Feng.
In truth, Song Yuwei could also sense that the white-robed young man was a junior. She simply found it hard to believe, which was why she sought confirmation from Chu Feng.
"He is a junior."
Chu Feng gave her a definitive answer.
"A junior with a cultivation of second-grade Demigod?" Song Yuwei let out an exclamation of disbelief. The reason she found it so hard to accept was that the white-robed young man's cultivation surpassed even her own.
Boom—
Just then, the white-robed young man raised his hand and struck downward with another palm, bombarding the hidden formation below.
But once again, he failed to destroy the hidden formation. From this, it was clear that the formation was remarkably sturdy. If one tried to break through using brute force alone without employing barrier arts, it truly would not be easy.
"He's doing it on purpose."
But Chu Feng noticed that the white-robed young man had no genuine intention of breaking through with force. He was doing it deliberately. Because despite the failed bombardment, he showed not the slightest hint of worry. Instead, he remained perfectly composed, as though he was waiting for something.
What was he waiting for?
Hummm—
Light surged forth. At the flaw of the hidden barrier, a barrier gate materialized.
Swish swish swish—
In the next instant, countless figures shot out from the barrier gate and rocketed straight toward the sky. In the blink of an eye, over ten thousand figures had appeared in the void above, completely surrounding the white-robed young man.
Every last one of them was a member of the Situ Spirit Gate.
Shortly afterward, twenty-four more figures emerged from the barrier gate one after another, taking positions opposite the white-robed young man.
Compared to the other members of the Situ Spirit Gate, these twenty-four were far more formidable. They were all elderly men and women, and what made them so much more distinguished was that their Spirit World Master robes were different from the rest.
Those Spirit World Master robes radiated an extremely sacred glow, but it was not the gleam of a treasure — it was the sacred light emanating from their own power, the power of the barrier arts. Moreover, the barrier robes bore special barrier patterns.
Twenty of them had patterns on their Spirit World Master robes that resembled living White Dragons surging within the fabric. At the same time, these twenty Spirit World Masters exuded an aura comparable to that of first-grade Demigods.
Those were White Dragon Patterns.
"Divine Robe Spirit World Masters?" Chu Feng's gaze shifted, for he had now confirmed their identities.
Divine Robe Spirit World Masters were not merely comparable to Demigod-realm powerhouses — they possessed clearly defined tiers of cultivation. From weakest to strongest, the ranks were: White Dragon Pattern, Gray Dragon Pattern, Blue Dragon Pattern, Purple Dragon Pattern, Gold Dragon Pattern, Imperial Dragon Pattern, Immortal Dragon Pattern, Venerable Dragon Pattern, and Sacred Dragon Pattern.
Obviously, those twenty Spirit World Masters were all White Dragon Divine Robes.
Three others bore patterns of living Gray Dragons on their Spirit World Master robes, and their auras were even more powerful than those of the White Dragon Divine Robes. Clearly, these three had reached the second tier of Divine Robe Spirit World Masters — the Gray Dragon Divine Robe.
But the Gray Dragon Divine Robe was not the strongest either.
Among all twenty-four Spirit World Masters, the most powerful one wore the Blue Dragon Divine Robe. He was a gaunt, short-statured old man with white hair and a thoroughly fierce countenance.
"Young Master Chu Feng, that man is Situ Tingye," Song Yuwei's voice reached Chu Feng's ears as she identified the Blue Dragon Divine Robe.
Truthfully, seeing so many powerhouses appear all at once sent a tremor through Chu Feng's heart. Both Demigod-realm experts and Divine Robe Spirit World Masters had been nothing but legendary figures to him before. Yet here they were, standing before him in such numbers.
Setting aside his Asura Army, there was a considerable gap between his own strength and the existences before him.
However, it was clear that the members of the Situ Spirit Gate had not appeared because they had discovered Chu Feng — they had come for the white-robed young man. As for the white-robed young man himself, surrounded on all sides by the Situ Spirit Gate, he looked entirely unperturbed and unfazed.
So this was what he had been waiting for — the members of the Situ Spirit Gate. He had deliberately lured them out.
When the Situ Spirit Gate members first burst forth, they were consumed by fury and brimming with killing intent. But once they realized that the white-robed young man was a junior at the second-grade Demigod level, it put them on alert.