These siblings fought with impeccable coordination. Although their techniques were a fusion of martial cultivation and barrier arts, the result was practically indistinguishable from a formation array — clever and utterly unpredictable.
An assault of this caliber would give even an ordinary Sixth Level Half God a serious run for their money.
Yet Long Chengyu handled it with ease. Two words summed it up: effortless.
Watching how the battle unfolded, Chu Feng already knew that Long Chengyu would emerge victorious without question.
"Long Chengyu's got some moves." Even the Queen couldn't help but offer a word of praise. She was nearly certain that Long Chengyu had already placed himself in an invincible position.
After all, Long Chengyu's own cultivation was at the Fifth Level Half God. With his talent and the power of his bloodline, pushing his strength up to the Seventh Level Half God was practically a done deal.
But Long Chengyu never bothered to raise his cultivation any further. He simply kept his combat power locked at the Sixth Level Half God realm, same as the sibling pair.
Yet even so, facing the two of them working in tandem, Long Chengyu showed no signs of being at a disadvantage — and he still hadn't drawn a weapon.
After a brief period of toying with them, Long Chengyu saw no reason to drag things out. He produced a long spear, though it was only a Venerable Armament.
It was worth noting that Long Chengyu had already conquered a Divine Armament.
But he chose not to use it. Even a Venerable Armament was more than enough to crush the Phoenix Totem Clan's talented siblings.
Before long, two screams rang out in quick succession.
By the time everyone registered what had happened, Long Chengyu stood in the center of the great hall, long spear in hand.
At his feet lay both siblings of the Phoenix Totem Clan.
Feng Tiansheng's right shoulder had been pierced clean through. He was gritting his teeth, clutching the wound as blood surged out without pause.
His elder sister Feng Jiuyue was in somewhat better shape, but the red, swollen mark on her face made it obvious she had caught a whack from Long Chengyu's spear shaft.
The outcome was decided.
Though everyone had expected Long Chengyu to win, the speed at which it happened still caught them off guard.
"Truly worthy of being the young lord of the Totem Dragon Clan."
Quite a few onlookers gazed at Long Chengyu with eyes full of admiration. It wasn't just the women — the men felt the same way.
And that was only natural. Everyone admired strength, and Long Chengyu had stepped in to help them when they were being bullied. His actions were nothing short of heroic.
"All of you from the Phoenix Totem Clan — get out," Long Chengyu said to Feng Tiansheng and his group.
"What the hell are you so cocky about?!"
Feng Tiansheng clearly wasn't ready to concede. He actually spat an angry curse at Long Chengyu.
*Whoosh —*
The moment those words left his mouth, Long Chengyu's long spear plunged into his right shoulder once more. Then, with a vicious upward flick, blood sprayed through the air as Feng Tiansheng's entire right arm was sent flying.
"I'll kill you!"
But this time, Feng Tiansheng didn't scream. Instead, his eyes turned bloodshot, as if he were on the verge of losing all control.
"Tiansheng."
Just then, Feng Jiuyue moved to his side, pressing him down and signaling for him not to make any more reckless moves.
Though Feng Tiansheng was seething with unwillingness, he glanced at his sister and said nothing further, lowering his head through gritted teeth.
He had submitted. Everyone could tell it was anything but willing, but at least for the time being, he had stopped shouting.