"Hmph." Yet, facing the throngs of people closing in from every direction, Chu Feng merely let out a cold snort.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and immediately, wisps of light resembling immortal qi began radiating from within his body — the power of an immortal-grade barrier, activated by the Immortal Transcendence Pill.
To guard against any accidents, Chu Feng had sealed the remaining two Immortal Transcendence Pills in his mouth using a special technique. Whenever he wanted to consume one, he could do so in an instant.
Now, having taken the second Immortal Transcendence Pill, his cultivation began surging at a terrifying rate.
In the blink of an eye, he leaped from the fourth rank of Half Ancestral to the fourth rank of Martial Ancestral — an entire major cultivation realm traversed in a single step.
"Come at me! Let's see who can kill me!!!"
As Chu Feng spoke, his wide sleeve swept outward.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
In that instant, torrential ancestral martial power transformed into countless scythes of force, slicing through the air in every direction without a shred of mercy.
The speed was blinding. The power was overwhelming.
Not a single one of the thousands bearing down on Chu Feng could dodge.
Screams erupted in a ceaseless chorus as blood sprayed through the air. Every last one of those thousands — whether Half Ancestral or even Martial Ancestral — was carved apart by Chu Feng in the span of a single breath. Not a single intact corpse remained.
"Th-this… how is this possible?!"
Witnessing this scene, setting aside all others, Chu Luyang was struck dumb on the spot.
How could Chu Feng's cultivation have suddenly become so overwhelming? He had leapt straight from the fourth rank of Half Ancestral to the fourth rank of Martial Ancestral?
The fourth rank of Martial Ancestral — even after exhausting every trick at his disposal, Chu Luyang could only fight a third-rank Martial Ancestral. Against a fourth-rank Martial Ancestral like Chu Feng, he stood absolutely no chance.
And if even he couldn't defeat Chu Feng, then within the entirety of the Lu Yang Pavilion, there was no one left who could.
"Run!!!"
In that moment, the members of the Lu Yang Pavilion panicked. One after another, they spun around and fled, not daring to linger for even a heartbeat.
They had finally realized — Chu Feng hadn't been stirring up trouble at random. This had clearly been a trap he set deliberately.
Today, someone was indeed about to go on a massacre — but it was absolutely not their Lu Yang Pavilion. It was Chu Feng.
Chu Feng was the one who would be massacring, and if they didn't flee quickly, they would end up just like those who had already perished — dying miserably at his hands.
"Damn it."
Whoosh—
With his subordinates fleeing, Chu Luyang naturally wouldn't stay behind to die. He whirled around, unleashing both the Thunder Armor and the Thunder Wings, his cultivation instantly rocketing from the seventh rank of Half Ancestral to the ninth rank.
At the same time, light flickered beneath his feet as he executed a forbidden movement technique from the Heavenly Rankings, intending to escape.
"Where do you think you're going?"
However, the moment Chu Luyang turned, before he had even covered a hundred meters, Chu Feng appeared before him like a wraith.
Chu Feng's arm swung, a fierce gust of wind surging with it, and a devastating open-palm slap crashed onto Chu Luyang's face at a speed too swift to even perceive.
SMACK—
The slap carried monstrous force, its crack splitting heaven and earth. It not only sent blood streaming from Chu Luyang's nose and mouth, but stunned him so completely that his mind went blank.
Forget about continuing to flee — he even lost the ability to stay airborne and plummeted to the ground, crashing in a sorry heap.