Two half-completed Ancestral Armors clashed fiercely in the sky.
As for Chu Feng and Elder Yuan Zhen, neither had made another move—they simply stood by like onlookers, watching the battle unfold.
Both intended to let the two half-completed Ancestral Armors fight on their own, to demonstrate which one was stronger.
After all, the power of a weapon reflected the power of its master.
"It's useless. Water naturally overcomes fire, and Elder Yuan Zhen's Heaven-Piercing Wave Scroll is of exceptionally high quality—it's not something an ordinary half-completed Ancestral Armor can contend with."
"Exactly. Elder Yuan Zhen is the Pavilion Master's trusted confidant, and this Heaven-Piercing Wave Scroll was personally bestowed by the Pavilion Master. A weapon like that naturally can't be compared to some run-of-the-mill half-completed Ancestral Armor."
"This Chu Feng actually dares to challenge Elder Yuan Zhen—he truly doesn't know the heights of the heavens or the depths of the earth."
At that moment, the numerous experts of Lu Yang Pavilion hadn't taken action, but they were buzzing with discussion, confidence evident in their eyes.
It was confidence in Elder Yuan Zhen. Though Chu Feng had effortlessly annihilated two clan masters whose cultivation equaled Elder Yuan Zhen's, they knew very well that although both were at the seventh level of Half Ancestor, Elder Yuan Zhen's strength was in no way comparable to Tang Haichuan and Cao Kuofeng.
As far as they knew, Elder Yuan Zhen had virtually no equal when facing opponents of the same combat power.
So in their eyes, no matter how strong Chu Feng was, he couldn't possibly be Elder Yuan Zhen's match.
Moreover, Elder Yuan Zhen was a true seventh-level Half Ancestor, whereas Chu Feng relied on various tricks and the ability to fight three levels above his rank to bring his true combat power close to the seventh level of Half Ancestor. Such a Chu Feng naturally couldn't be mentioned in the same breath as their Elder Yuan Zhen.
Awooo—
Yet at that very moment, tragic screams and wails suddenly echoed across the sky.
And when one looked more closely, not only were the people of Lu Yang Pavilion stunned—even those of the Tang and Cao clans wore expressions of shock.
In the sky above, the two colossal beings formed by the half-completed Ancestral Armors had already determined a winner.
But the result was one no one could accept, because the Magma Emperor was pummeling the Water Wave Beast savagely, its wails unending as wave after wave of water sprayed from its body like blood.
"Seems your half-completed Ancestral Armor is just as useless as you are," Chu Feng said with sarcasm.
"Hmph! Competing with weapons doesn't count as real skill. Since we're both martial cultivators, if we're going to compete, we should naturally use our own strength." Elder Yuan Zhen let out a cold snout, then reached out with his hand, and the Water Wave Beast transformed back into the giant scroll, returning to his grasp.
"Haaaa!!!" With a thunderous shout, he unleashed a slash that hurtled toward the Magma Emperor Sword.
This slash was extraordinary—its power far exceeded that of the half-completed Ancestral Armor itself, and its speed was so great that the Magma Emperor had no time to dodge.
With a deafening boom, Elder Yuan Zhen used that single slash to force the Magma Emperor Sword back into its original form, transforming it once more into a massive fire sword.
Seeing this, the Lu Yang Pavilion members were elated—but before they could even cheer, they were struck dumb with shock as a figure appeared not only before the Magma Emperor Sword but actually seized it in his hand.
In the very next instant, that figure transformed into a streak of light, hurtling toward Elder Yuan Zhen at tremendous speed.
"Your slash is spent. Now it's my turn."
Chu Feng gripped the Magma Emperor Sword, raising it high above his head. Then a cold gleam flashed through his eyes as he brought the blade crashing down from above straight toward Elder Yuan Zhen.
BOOM—
A fiery slash descended, and Elder Yuan Zhen—just like the two clan masters before him—was cleaved cleanly in two by Chu Feng.
The only difference was that the previous two had been cut at the waist, while Elder Yuan Zhen was split from top to bottom, right down the middle.
"How is this possible?!"
The sight left many onlookers terrified. They hadn't expected Chu Feng to be this powerful—after all, Elder Yuan Zhen was no ordinary seventh-level Half Ancestor.
"Damn it." Though his physical body had been destroyed, Elder Yuan Zhen was not dead. His soul form shot out and fled toward the distance.
This scene was identical to what had happened to the two clan masters earlier, and the outcome was naturally the same as well.
With a sharp swish, Chu Feng's palm opened, and a violent pulling force surged outward. Elder Yuan Zhen's soul form, just like those of the two clan masters before, was drawn into Chu Feng's grasp.
However, his soul form hadn't shrunk—it remained at its normal size as Chu Feng seized it. What Chu Feng had grabbed, then, was his neck.