"Incredible."
After a long silence, the head of the Red Butterfly Association finally let those words slip from her lips.
In her eyes, Chu Feng was truly extraordinary. His method of setting up formations hadn't involved searching for flaws in Zhao Ruofan's barrier. Instead, he had deployed a powerful offensive formation that simply smashed straight through it.
But such a formidable offensive formation would normally be incredibly difficult to set up, and yet Chu Feng had succeeded in an instant. She genuinely found it unbelievable.
In that moment, she and every presiding elder present finally understood — Chu Feng's arrogance wasn't baseless conceit. He genuinely had the backing to be arrogant.
"Impossible. How is this possible?" Zhao Ruofan's face was filled with shock.
He couldn't accept it — he truly couldn't accept it. How had his barrier technique been broken so effortlessly by Chu Feng?
In his bewilderment, he cast a resentful glare toward his son, Zhao Xuan, as if to say: Did you or did you not succeed in poisoning Chu Feng?
As for Zhao Xuan, he was dumbfounded as well. He had watched with his own eyes as Chu Feng drank that poisoned wine — so how was he unaffected?
"So your formations are this fragile after all. It seems… I've won," Chu Feng said with mockery in his voice.
When those words left Chu Feng's mouth, not only Zhao Ruofan but even those who had been hoping for Chu Feng to win froze in stunned silence.
He won? It was over just like that?
"Stop talking nonsense. You only broke through my defensive barrier — that doesn't mean I can't break through yours," Zhao Ruofan said.
"Then I understand." Chu Feng smiled faintly and immediately began setting up a formation. Once again in the blink of an eye, he had deployed a defensive barrier.
This defensive barrier took the shape of a massive golden cat. The creature sat cross-legged on the ground, standing ten meters tall, and looked rather comical — its grinning face resembled that of a lucky beckoning cat.
Yet the moment this cat appeared, the head of the Red Butterfly Association and all the other Royal-robed Spirit World Masters present lit up with recognition.
Because this cat was no ordinary defensive barrier.
"You…!" As a Royal-robed Spirit World Master, Zhao Ruofan actually backed down.
But this couldn't entirely be blamed on him, for he could see just how powerful Chu Feng's defensive barrier was. It was a barrier capable of absorbing other barrier techniques — a defensive measure designed specifically to counter barrier arts.
Given enough time, he might be able to break through it, but in an instant? There was simply no way.
"What's wrong? Go ahead and attack. The rules are the same as what you said — the time you take to set up your cracking formation can't exceed the time I used, otherwise you lose," Chu Feng said.
"Chu Feng, a Spirit World Master's greatest weapon isn't barriers or formations — it's the Spirit World Spirit they summon."
"And the strength of one's Spirit World Spirit is the truest reflection of a Spirit World Master's power," Zhao Ruofan suddenly declared.
"You mean to compare Spirit World Spirits?" Chu Feng asked.
"That's right. Do you dare?" Zhao Ruofan pressed.
"Zhao Ruofan, stop being a sore loser. Everyone knows that a Spirit World Master's cultivation level is the key factor in summoning their Spirit World Spirit, because a Spirit World Spirit refuses to submit to a master weaker than itself."
"Young friend Chu Feng is only a second-tier Half Ancestor, while you are already a second-tier Martial Ancestor. How can the two of you possibly compare when it comes to your Spirit World Spirits?" Liu Chengkun roared in fury.
At the same time, everyone else was buzzing with discussion. They all felt that Zhao Ruofan was indeed being a sore loser. After all, he himself had proposed the contest of defensive barriers, and now he was suddenly shifting the goal to Spirit World Spirits? The shamelessness was staggering.
"Heh, I was asking Chu Feng, not you," Zhao Ruofan snorted coldly, completely ignoring everyone else's commentary. He looked straight at Chu Feng and said, "Chu Feng, do you dare or do you not?"
"Chu Feng, don't be afraid. With this queen here, you cannot possibly concede. Go teach him a lesson!" The voice of Her Majesty suddenly rang out in his mind — she was furious. Even she, facing such a shameless Zhao Ruofan, couldn't contain her anger.
Hearing that voice, Chu Feng suddenly felt his body fill with boundless power, as if in that moment he feared nothing at all and nothing could make him back down.
So with full confidence, Chu Feng said, "Go ahead and release your Spirit World Spirit."
"He agreed?"
"Chu Feng actually agreed?"
Everyone was stunned. Not only Liu Chengkun and his allies, but even Zhao Ruofan and his two companions were somewhat dazed.
Was Chu Feng truly a genius bold enough to match his skill, or had he simply lost his mind?
A mere second-tier Half Ancestor, daring to compare Spirit World Spirits with a second-tier Martial Ancestor?