High above in the sky, Zhang Tianyi was growing ever stronger. The flames that had been swirling in all directions had transformed into a suit of blue armor that burned continuously, covering his entire body. Even the Divine Wood Sword in his hand was enveloped in those blue flames.
In that moment, he resembled a war god born from blue fire—both dazzling and majestic, radiating overwhelming dominance.
"This Zhang Tianyi is truly formidable. To think he's mastered such a powerful technique." In truth, it wasn't only the spectators who were impressed—even those from the Jiang Dynasty acknowledged Zhang Tianyi's strength with genuine admiration.
"This kind of incredible power… could it be that Zhang Tianyi truly possesses a God-Given Divine Body?" Some even began to suspect that Zhang Tianyi had been blessed with a God-Given Divine Body.
"That is a Forbidden Mystic Art," the Jiang Dynasty's ancestor suddenly spoke up.
"Father Emperor, is he really cultivating a Forbidden Mystic Art? Can a Forbidden Mystic Art truly grant such tremendous power?" the Emperor of the Jiang Dynasty asked in astonishment.
In fact, he had harbored the same suspicion—that Zhang Tianyi might be practicing a Forbidden Mystic Art. He had encountered others who had cultivated Forbidden Mystic Arts before, but none of them had achieved such perfection in their practice as Zhang Tianyi.
It was precisely this perfection that bred his doubt. He questioned whether the power Zhang Tianyi wielded truly came from a Forbidden Mystic Art.
"It should be a Forbidden Mystic Art without question. It's just that he has obtained an exceptionally thorough mastery over its power."
"Remarkable, truly remarkable. This young man is something else entirely. This is the first time I've seen anyone control a Forbidden Mystic Art so perfectly. No wonder even Wushang was no match for him," the ancestor of the royal family confirmed, his face filled with genuine amazement.
After all, a Forbidden Mystic Art was not something ordinary people could cultivate. It was a technique that could grant power rivaling a God-Given Divine Body. If everyone could cultivate it, there would be no weaklings left in the world. That was why Forbidden Mystic Arts were so difficult to master—even many people died as soon as they began practicing one.
Even those who succeeded in cultivating one could never fully control the overwhelming power of a Forbidden Mystic Art, which inevitably placed limitations on its effectiveness.
Moreover, Forbidden Mystic Arts varied in strength, and the one Zhang Tianyi had mastered was clearly of a superior grade. And the more powerful the Forbidden Mystic Art, the harder it was to control.
That he could wield such a formidable Forbidden Mystic Art with such flawless mastery spoke volumes about Zhang Tianyi's own strength. This was why the Jiang Dynasty's ancestor felt that even Jiang Wushang's defeat at Zhang Tianyi's hands was understandable—because this Zhang Tianyi was genuinely that strong.
"I never imagined Zhang Tianyi would be this powerful. I wonder how Chu Feng plans to deal with him now."
"Or perhaps… Zhang Tianyi truly surpasses even Chu Feng?" After hearing the ancestor's words, everyone looked at Zhang Tianyi in a new light, realizing this young man was no ordinary figure.
Some even felt that Zhang Tianyi had merely been overshadowed by Chu Feng's brilliance. Had Chu Feng not existed, perhaps Zhang Tianyi would have been the most dazzling presence on the entire Nine Provinces Continent.
"Hmph, that kid Zhang Tianyi does have some tricks up his sleeve, but this is his strongest technique. My brother, on the other hand, hasn't even used his full power yet. If my brother fights with everything he has, Zhang Tianyi's defeat is guaranteed." The Demon Monkey King glared fiercely at the crowd, as if mocking their ignorance.
As for the Dragon Daoist, he simply watched the sky with a gentle smile, saying nothing. But his gaze remained locked solely on Chu Feng.
"Junior Brother Chu Feng, stop holding back. Unleash the thunder you possess, and let us settle this with everything we've got," Zhang Tianyi suddenly transmitted through his voice.
"Damn it, this guy's so arrogant! Chu Feng, don't give him any face! Use your thunder power to boost your cultivation to the sixth level of Heaven Martial, then press this guy into the ground with a single finger! Let's see if he still dares to be so cocky!" Egg Egg's little face flushed red with fury as he roared in outrage.
But at Egg Egg's words, Chu Feng simply smiled. If he were to tap into the thunder power within his body and boost his cultivation, he could certainly defeat Zhang Tianyi with ease—even a single level of golden lightning would be enough.
However, he didn't want to do that. He wanted to face Zhang Tianyi on equal footing, relying on his own techniques and abilities, because he felt that only then would it be truly fair.
"Senior Brother Zhang, I won't use that thunder power to raise my cultivation. But neither will I hold anything back. I will fight you with everything I have."
Chu Feng wore a gentle smile, but his gaze suddenly turned solemn. In an instant, a wave of pale green energy surged from within him, rapidly shifting and transforming until it formed a circular, pale green barrier of light.
Etched upon that barrier was a pattern—a peculiar, exotic creature. It was peculiar because this creature was a massive turtle, yet wrapped around its body was a great serpent. The two seemed to be one entity, utterly terrifying.
Most importantly, this was not merely a pattern. It actually possessed two pairs of blood-red eyes, and those eyes were moving. They glanced first at Zhang Tianyi, then turned to look at the crowd below. And when the creature took a step, it actually began walking within the circular barrier of light. This was no mere design—it was a living, sentient being.
"Heavens, what is that? Not only does it possess such lifelike sentience, but it also radiates an indestructible aura?"
Everyone was stunned, dumbfounded by Chu Feng's Mystic Turtle Shield Art. They could not only see the strange barrier brimming with intelligence, but they could also feel the sense of absolute invincibility it radiated.
"ROAR~~~~~~~~"
Immediately after, Chu Feng spread his arms, and a deafening roar echoed forth. What shocked everyone most was that from within Chu Feng's arms, beams of white light erupted.
Those beams of white light surged past the Mystic Turtle Shield and took the form of two enormous beast claws, each one dozens of meters long. Even the claws themselves were several meters in length, resembling a pair of giant sickles.
Those with sharp eyes could tell that these were not ordinary beast claws—they were the claws of white tigers. The lustrous white fur and the jet-black tiger stripes left no doubt that these belonged to White Tigers.
However, no one could be entirely certain, because these two White Tiger claws were not only massive in form but also emanated a terrifying aura capable of tearing through anything—as if nothing in the world could withstand their strike.
"What kind of martial art is that? I've never seen such a terrifying technique in all my life!" The crowd was left breathless by Chu Feng's Mystic Turtle Shield Art and White Tiger Assault Art. One exuded an overwhelming offensive presence while the other radiated an impenetrable defense—yet both were equally unstoppable.