But in the very next moment, when they saw Chu Feng as he was now, they understood.
A radiant force of sealing arts emanated from Chu Feng's body — the Golden Dragon God Robe.
So Chu Feng was also a powerful Spirit World Master.
But that didn't make sense. The Golden Dragon God Robe only granted combat power comparable to a fifth-grade Half-God.
Yet Feng Jiuyue possessed the genuine Imperial Dragon God Robe, which granted combat power on par with a sixth-grade Half-God. How could Chu Feng possibly surpass her?
"You… you actually—!!!"
Feng Jiuyue sized up Chu Feng as he stood before her, and what surged in her eyes was far more than mere shock.
It was despair.
Though they had only exchanged blows for a brief moment, she understood one thing with absolute clarity — Chu Feng was terrifyingly powerful. Even though only sealing arts could be used here, even though his cultivation realm was below hers, his combat strength dwarfed hers by an overwhelming margin.
There was simply no way she could defeat a Chu Feng like this.
"This guy… his sealing arts are actually even stronger than his martial cultivation?"
At that moment, even Feng Tiansheng — already gravely wounded — felt terror rising in his eyes.
He had been unwilling to accept it before, but now, he had begun to fear Chu Feng.
He hadn't faced the current Chu Feng in direct combat, but he knew his sister's strength all too well.
The two of them sparred often — one using martial power, the other using sealing arts — and their strength had always been nearly identical.
If Chu Feng could defeat his sister so swiftly, then even if he himself fought this version of Chu Feng… the outcome would undoubtedly be the same.
"What is your relationship with the Seven Realms Sacred Palace?"
Chu Feng walked up to Feng Jiuyue and asked in a cold, stern voice.
"You can kill me or torture me for all I care, but forgive me if I refuse to tell you," Feng Jiuyue replied.
Chu Feng smiled faintly, then threw a punch. A devastating formation surged forward — but it struck the wall of the formation that sealed heaven and earth.
That single punch carried the might of an formation itself.
Where it landed, countless cracks appeared. The fractures multiplied, spreading ever wider, until at last the entire formation crumbled to pieces and shattered apart.
In that moment, every member of the Totem Phoenix Clan wore a look of horror on their faces.
Only now did they truly grasp how terrifying this young man called Chu Feng was.
Because the strongest martial genius and the strongest sealing-art genius in the entire history of the Totem Phoenix Clan had both been defeated before him — utterly and completely.
Now, it seemed, the only thing that awaited them was death.
Whoosh —
But just then, Chu Feng swept his sleeve, and several phantoms shot forth through the air.
They were the phantoms he had previously seized from Feng Tiansheng and the others.
And now, all of them had returned to hover above their heads once more.
"Don't provoke me or the Totem Phoenix Clan again."
"Because next time, I won't be so merciful."
After those words, Chu Feng walked toward the formation.
As for the members of the Totem Phoenix Clan, they stood there at a complete loss for what to do.
Only now did they realize that Chu Feng had truly only intended to teach them a lesson — he had never actually meant to make things unbearable for them.
It was they who had judged a noble heart by the measure of a petty one.
Chu Feng first opened the formation's eye, allowing the clansmen who had come with Long Zhizhi and the others to enter and cultivate within.
Only then did he turn to Long Zhizhi and Long Yuhong and ask, "Is Brother Chengyu in trouble?"
"Yes." Long Yuhong and Long Zhizhi nodded.
"Lead the way," Chu Feng said.
"But…" Long Zhizhi hesitated.