Boom— The might of that single punch sent Ying Liangchen hurtling tens of thousands of meters away, blasting him right out of the mountain range.
Yet even so, Chu Feng gave chase without hesitation and soon arrived before Ying Liangchen once more.
But when he saw Ying Liangchen's current state, Chu Feng's eyes narrowed in surprise.
That punch from Chu Feng should have been more than enough to grievously wound Ying Liangchen, if not kill him outright.
Yet here Ying Liangchen stood, with nothing more than a trace of blood at the corner of his lips, apparently none the worse for wear.
"You've got some tricks, I'll give you that. If not for this, I probably would've been beaten to death by you."
Ying Liangchen drew an object from inside his robes — a pearl, though it had already cracked apart.
No need to think about it. The force of Chu Feng's earlier punch had been absorbed by this very pearl, and it was thanks to it that Ying Liangchen could stand here unscathed.
"Chu Feng, you and that Liu Chengkun aren't really relatives, are you? Why are you standing up for him?" Ying Liangchen asked. His tone made it clear he had no desire to keep fighting — in fact, he seemed rather inclined toward making peace.
"Save your breath." But Chu Feng's killing intent had already been kindled, and he had no interest in negotiation. With an angry shout, he surged toward Ying Liangchen once again.
"Do you even know who I am? I am the son of the Ying Heavenly Clan's patriarch! If you dare kill me, my father will never let you off!" Ying Liangchen shouted as he traded blows with Chu Feng.
"I, Chu Feng, came here today for one reason alone — to take your wretched life," Chu Feng said coldly.
"So it seems you're dead set on killing me today. Very well, then I'll stop holding back."
Ying Liangchen let out a cold shout, and then a torrent of overwhelming power erupted from within him, sweeping in every direction. At the same time, a colossal surge of energy shot skyward.
In an instant, the void began to twist and warp, and an enormous creature materialized in the heavens above.
It was a titanic beast, so vast it blotted out the sky and the sun. Its power was absolutely terrifying, and wave after wave of oppressive force crashed downward, causing even Chu Feng's bones to creak and groan.
This was an Imperial Forbidden Martial Technique. Chu Feng had seen the Dark Hall's Master use it before, but back then the technique had not yet been fully mastered, and the caster's cultivation had been far too weak — the beast had only manifested a gaping maw.
But now, the Imperial Forbidden Martial Technique that Ying Liangchen had unleashed had fully taken the shape of a complete beast.
It was a sky-encompassing colossus, and both its presence and destructive power far surpassed what the Dark Hall's Master had displayed that day.
"I was willing to give you a chance, to let you go, but you simply refused to take the easy road and forced me to play my trump card."
"You arrogant fool — go die! This is the gulf between you and me!" Ying Liangchen roared once more, and the titanic beast plummeted from the sky.
At the same time, that horrifying pressure descended in full, poised to crush Chu Feng into dust.
But in that very moment, Chu Feng raised his fist and threw a single punch. Instantly, a tremendous surge of power erupted skyward.
Roar— With a deafening boom, the colossal beast plummeting from above let out a miserable, agonized wail. Then came a thunderous crash— That sky-obscuring behemoth was blasted apart into pieces!!
Simultaneously, the void and the earth around them began to tear and shatter endlessly, and a devastating wave of energy swept outward in all directions, devouring everything in its path.
And this punch was no ordinary strike — it was an Imperial Forbidden Martial Technique: the Imperial Forbidden Sky Transformation.