"Hmph, brat, don't get cocky. Even if those two don't lift a finger, I can still kill you with ease and avenge my son."
Old Ancestor Zhao let out a cold snort. His palm flipped, and a silver spear materialized in his hand.
The spear was covered in runes that glowed with flowing light, radiating a unique and formidable aura — a sentient weapon bonded to its master.
Then, as Old Ancestor Jiang swung his arms and the spear tip trembled, countless rays of spear light erupted from its point like a razor-sharp white downpour, hurtling toward Chu Feng in dense waves.
The might of a sentient weapon grew stronger the more powerful its wielder, and in the hands of Old Ancestor Zhao — a peak ninth-level Heaven Martial cultivator — this weapon displayed truly terrifying power.
The moment those myriad spear rays appeared, heaven and earth trembled, wind and clouds shifted color, and the spectacle was absolutely horrifying.
At that instant, nearly everyone from the Jiang Dynasty was breaking into a cold sweat for Chu Feng. Old Ancestor Zhao's attack was simply too fearsome.
Yet Chu Feng neither dodged nor retreated. He clenched his fist around the Asura Ghost Axe, swung his arm, and several black blade arcs surged out of the weapon.
When the black blades clashed with the myriad rays of light, deafening explosions rang out and ripples of shockwaves spread in all directions. The sheer aftershock alone killed several people on the spot.
— BOOM! — But suddenly, more spear rays burst through the ripples and shot toward Chu Feng. Old Ancestor Zhao's attack had broken through Chu Feng's black blades!
— WHOOSH! — At this, Chu Feng furrowed his brow slightly and immediately activated the Nine Heavens Dragon Sprint, transforming into a streak of light that darted far away, dodging the blow.
"As expected, that brat may be formidable in combat, but his aura is unstable and his cultivation is a full stage lower. Against Old Ancestor Zhao, he's no match." Watching this, the ancestor of the Liu clan let a satisfied smile curl onto his lips.
Though he wasn't intervening, he was secretly rooting for Old Ancestor Zhao. Both the Liu and Ji clans were currently under threat from the Jiang imperial family and couldn't act against them. The only clan that could openly challenge the Jiang Dynasty was the Zhao clan.
If Old Ancestor Zhao could defeat Chu Feng, then no one in the Jiang imperial family would be able to stop the Zhao clan. Even without the Liu and Ji clans lifting a finger, the Zhao clan alone could easily annihilate the entire Jiang imperial family.
"Cocky little runt, let's see where you run now!" Seeing that his attack was gaining ground, Old Ancestor Zhao swelled with pride, his silver spear dancing as he thrust wildly at Chu Feng.
But he had underestimated Chu Feng's speed. The Nine Heavens Dragon Sprint, growing with Chu Feng's rising cultivation, had increased in speed severalfold. Under these conditions, even Old Ancestor Zhao's most powerful sentient-weapon strikes couldn't so much as graze Chu Feng — he dodged every single one.
"Damn brat, were you reincarnated from a monkey? All you know is to run and hide!" After his repeated attacks were sidestepped, Old Ancestor Zhao's eyes were practically spitting fire and he gnashed his teeth in fury.
"Old bastard, can't match me so you resort to name-calling? You really wasted all those years of living. No class at all."
"I'm just faster than you. Got a problem with that? If you've got a move, use it. If you don't, deal with it. I could run circles around you until you drop dead." Far from being ashamed of retreating, Chu Feng turned it around and mocked Old Ancestor Zhao for being too slow.
"Ignorant brat, don't get ahead of yourself! Did you really think you're the only one who knows movement techniques?" Old Ancestor Zhao snorted coldly, stepped through the void, raised his silver spear, and turned into a streak of light in pursuit of Chu Feng — his speed actually far surpassing the Nine Heavens Dragon Sprint!
"Oh no, he really is a true peak ninth-level Heaven Martial cultivator, infinitely close to the Martial Lord realm."
"With your current unstable eighth-level Heaven Martial cultivation, Chu Feng, I'm afraid you can't hold your own." Watching Old Ancestor Zhao close the distance bit by bit, Jiang Yini and the others all knitted their brows tight, anxiety gripping them for Chu Feng's safety.
"You really don't understand my junior brother Chu Feng at all." But just then, Zhang Tianyi — who had appeared alongside Chu Feng — simply smiled.