"Elder Liu, please recall that bowl. I'm going to deal with this Red Lizard now," Chu Feng said to Liu Chengkun.
The moment those words left Chu Feng's mouth, not only did the Red Lizard burst into laughter, but so did many of the onlookers.
A mere second-rate Half Ancestor—even if he was a Heavenly Bloodline holder—there was absolutely no way he could be a match for the Red Lizard. Where on earth had this boy found the confidence to say something like that?
Yet even so, Liu Chengkun recalled his crystal bowl. He was probably the only person in the entire crowd who still held even a sliver of expectation for Chu Feng.
"You really won't cry until you're in the coffin. I was originally going to give you a quick death, but it looks like today… I'll have to teach you a proper lesson."
"Otherwise, you'll never learn what the Red Lizard is truly capable of."
The Red Lizard struck. He unleashed a unique martial art, and the Ancestral might transformed into countless crimson bats.
The bats were tiny, but they possessed razor-sharp fangs and keen claws, and their strength was formidable—no one beneath the Martial Ancestor realm could withstand their assault.
Most importantly, their numbers were staggering. Blotting out the sky and earth, they could devour an entire sprawling city in the blink of an eye.
And right now, those bats were surging toward Chu Feng, ready to tear the flesh from his bones and drain every last drop of his blood!!
This was no Heaven-restricted martial art, let alone an Emperor-restricted one—not even a Forbidden martial art. It was nothing more than a 3rd-Rank Martial Art.
"That's the Blood Bat Curse Soul Technique!!!"
Yet this seemingly trivial 3rd-Rank Martial Art sent Liu Chengkun's expression into a dramatic shift.
He knew all too well how cruel the Red Lizard was. As one of the Lu Yang Pavilion's most prolific killers when it came to extracting confessions, the Red Lizard had countless methods of torture at his disposal.
And this Blood Bat Curse Soul Technique, though only a 3rd-Rank Martial Art, was among the most devastating tools of torment the Red Lizard possessed.
There had once been a ninth-rate Half Ancestor expert from the Red Butterfly Association—a man of extraordinary backbone and iron will.
Yet after being subjected to the Blood Bat Curse Soul Technique, he had broken down and revealed the location of one of the Red Butterfly Association's branches, which was subsequently massacred down to the last soul.
That alone spoke volumes about the terrifying power of this Blood Bat Curse Soul Technique. After all, that man had been a ninth-rate Half Ancestor, and even he couldn't endure it—could Chu Feng?
So, the moment he recognized the Blood Bat Curse Soul Technique, Elder Liu Chengkun was already preparing to intervene, because he simply could not stand by and watch Chu Feng suffer such torture.
Hummm—
But just then, a gateway of spirit formation suddenly opened before Chu Feng.
Once the formation gate appeared, waves of black energy surged forth, flooding that stretch of sky and earth in an instant and forming a wall that bisected heaven and earth, standing as a barrier before Chu Feng.
Screech screech screech—
And as the black energy erupted, the Red Lizard's equally overwhelming Blood Bat Curse Soul Technique came crashing in, hammering into the black energy.
But in that very moment, something astonishing occurred. The countless crimson bats formed by the Blood Bat Curse Soul Technique plunged into the black energy without producing so much as a single ripple, vanishing as completely as grains of sand dropping into the sea.
ROOO—
Soon after, a bizarre shriek echoed from within the black energy, and in its wake, an aura of terrifying killing intent spread outward like a tide.
"What… what is that sensation?"
"Heavens, what is that thing? How can something emit such a horrifying aura?"
The moment that terrifying killing intent washed over them, every spectator's expression froze. The faint-hearted among them turned pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.