Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
However, just as Lord Luokong was about to lose all hope, a violent gale suddenly erupted in the distance. Dark clouds roiled and churned, and from within those clouds, a vast and overwhelming pressure surged forth, hurtling toward them at tremendous speed.
The moment that pressure appeared, nearly everyone felt it. And when they fixed their gazes on the source, every person present was struck with shock, their expressions changing dramatically.
Those were Martial Emperors — a full thousand or more of them, spanning every tier imaginable. Not just first-tier, second-tier, third-tier, and fourth-tier Martial Emperors, but even fifth-tier and sixth-tier Martial Emperors, which were exceedingly rare on the Sacred Land of Martial Arts, could be seen among them — more than one.
Some of them were even figures that Lord Luokong himself recognized — great powers whose names had long resounded across the Sacred Land, old monsters who had not shown themselves in ages.
And what shocked everyone most was that the person standing at the very forefront of this group of Martial Emperors was actually a young man. His face was one that everyone knew — it was none other than Chu Feng.
Upon seeing Chu Feng, and upon seeing these Martial Emperors, both the Ancient Elves and the people of the Dark Hall were utterly astonished.
Chu Feng? How had he come here? And he had brought so many Martial Emperors? Hadn't these old monsters entered the Moonlit Labyrinth before? How had they ended up here? What in the world was going on?
Could it be that their killing formation had failed to operate properly? No — that wasn't right. They had already activated it successfully.
In his shock, the World-Destroying Immortal cast his gaze toward the distant formation eye. The moment he looked, his expression changed and he gritted his teeth in fury, crying out: "The killing formation has been broken?! Who did this?!"
Hearing those words, everyone turned to look at the formation eye, only then noticing that it had changed — still and lifeless, like a pool of dead water. This phenomenon could only mean one thing: the killing formation had been shattered, and its formation eye was now inert.
"Hahaha! Tremble, you Dark Hall scum! Your killing formation has been broken — broken — broken open by yours truly!" At that moment, Wang Qiang, who stood beside Chu Feng, stepped forward.
"What? It was this young man who did it? Who is he? Why can't I read his cultivation level?" Everyone turned their eyes to Wang Qiang.
"Ahem, ahem…" At that point, the Frost Saber Madman and Elder Huangguan both coughed pointedly, each shooting Wang Qiang a withering glare.
"It was Young Friend Chu Feng who broke the killing formation! It was Young Friend Chu Feng who saved our lives! Dark Hall, how ruthless can you be — trying to wipe us all out? If not for Young Friend Chu Feng, we would all be dead and gone!" Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd.
"That's right! Dark Hall, you're utterly conscienceless — worse than beasts!" Almost simultaneously, the crowd began hurling accusations at the Dark Hall.
And these words sent Lord Luokong, the Weapon Refining Immortal, and the others into wild elation. They had indeed been right about Chu Feng. He had actually done it.
Moreover, what Chu Feng had accomplished exceeded their wildest expectations. He had not only saved everyone but had even turned these powerful cultivators to his cause, rallying them to help. It was truly incredible — even if Lord Luokong himself had taken charge, he might not have commanded such influence.
"So, kid — you're the one who ruined my plans?" A cold, cruel smile curved the corner of the World-Destroying Immortal's lips.
"I came here today to settle the score from last time," Chu Feng said, his voice perfectly calm.
"Settle the score?" The World-Destroying Immortal let out a disdainful laugh. Then, turning to the Frost Saber Mademan and the others, he said: "Since you managed to escape, I'll give you one chance. Join the Dark Hall, and I'll guarantee you wealth and glory…"
"Bah! You dead sissy! You tried to kill us just moments ago, and now you want to buy us off? Do you think we're idiots?" Before the World-Destroying Immortal could even finish his sentence, the Frost Saber Madman had already launched into a torrent of insults.
The Frost Saber Madman was, after all, a veteran figure who had roamed the Sacred Land of Martial Arts for years. He knew full well who the World-Destroying Immortal was — but he wasn't afraid of him in the slightest.
"The World-Destroying Immortal — so you're part of the Dark Hall too. And here you are, honored with the title of Immortal. What a disappointment."