"Chu Feng? That's actually Chu Feng?"
It took a while before the crowd processed what had happened, but even then, they still couldn't accept the truth.
The Chu Feng they had doubted, the Chu Feng they had questioned — he was even more powerful than the rumors suggested?
Wasn't that Chu Feng supposed to be only a Fourth-grade Half Emperor? Wasn't it said that Chu Feng had barely managed to defeat Ximen Feixue? Then what was this pressure of a Seventh-grade Half Emperor supposed to be about?
But none of that mattered anymore. The rumors might have been false, but this aura of a Seventh-grade Half Emperor was unmistakable.
Chu Feng was even stronger than the rumors claimed. He was a Seventh-grade Half Emperor — a truth that was nearly impossible to accept, yet had to be accepted.
Because he was standing there in the sky, and not only that, he had used nothing more than a wisp of his pressure to crush Zhan Qiankun, who had wanted to defeat them all, and had saved their lives.
"Ch-Chu… Chu… Chu Feng? Chu Feng is actually Chu Feng?!" Little Radish's face was twisted in shock, his words completely incoherent.
"Chu Feng — he wasn't just someone with the same name. He really is Chu Feng!!!" Big Radish was equally terrified.
As for Chili, she said nothing. She simply pressed one small hand tightly against her chest, her little mouth slightly agape, gasping for breath — she looked as though she had suffered a massive shock. To be precise, she looked as if she'd been frightened into a heart attack.
"Chu Feng… you… you're Chu Feng?!" Of all the reactions, the most dramatic belonged to Zhan Qiankun.
Unlike Jin Wei'e and the others, he had actually seen Chu Feng's wanted poster, so he knew what Chu Feng looked like. The moment Chu Feng removed his bamboo hat, Zhan Qiankun recognized him at a glance.
But how could the Chu Feng he had looked down upon be this powerful? So powerful that all he could do was beg for mercy?
Bang…
Bang…
Bang…
Bang…
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At that moment, Chu Feng walked through the air, advancing slowly toward Zhan Qiankun. There was no sound at all, yet in Zhan Qiankun's heart, every step Chu Feng took sounded like a thunderclap that made his blood run cold.
Finally, Chu Feng arrived right in front of Zhan Qiankun. He reached down and picked up Zhan Qiankun's Black Flame Whip, which lay half-buried in the dirt.
Ah— Pfft— The instant the black whip touched his hand, Zhan Qiankun's face changed. He opened his mouth wide, and a torrent of fresh blood sprayed out.
At the same time, the sky darkened and the winds churned. The martial force of this entire region surged and then gathered into that Black Flame Whip, merging with Chu Feng.
"Heavens! Chu Feng is this powerful?!" The crowd gaped in astonishment.
They had watched with their own eyes as Chu Feng severed the connection between a Half Emperor Armament and its master, and then made that Half Emperor Armament — which had belonged to Zhan Qiankun — submit to him.
This was no simple act of accepting a new master. This was full submission.
Now, recalling the earlier rumors, people were beginning to believe that Chu Feng had truly conquered the legendary Evil God Sword — because Chu Feng was clearly capable of it.
"It seems this amount of power is already negligible for me," Chu Feng sighed. Back in the day, having a single King Armament submit to him had been enough to boost his cultivation by a full grade.
But now, with a Half Emperor Armament submitting to him, his cultivation wasn't affected at all. It wasn't that the Half Emperor Armament had given him nothing — it was that the amount of power Chu Feng now needed was simply too vast. What the Half Emperor Armament provided, while not insignificant, simply didn't carry much weight anymore.
Whoosh— Suddenly, Chu Feng flicked the Black Flame Whip in his hand and pointed it forward. The whip straightened out like a spear, aimed directly at Zhan Qiankun, who was buried in the ground up to his waist.
"I'll give you one chance. Kneel before me and beg for mercy, and I'll spare your life."
"Is that true?" Zhan Qiankun widened his eyes, barely daring to believe what he'd heard.