"Forcing your way in? You really have some nerve saying that."
"Do you have any idea what place this is? Do you have any idea who we are?"
"I don't care where you come from, but I'll make this perfectly clear — this is the Hundred-Refined Grounds, and we are members of the Guardian Clan."
"Today, you trespassed here, which is a capital offense. We have every right to execute you on the spot." Hu Xuanyi coldly scolded Chu Feng. As he spoke, he released his aura of peak ninth-grade Half Ancestor.
Once that aura surged forth, the winds picked up, clouds churned, and heaven and earth seemed to transform.
As it turned out, this Elder Hu Xuanyi was not merely a peak Half Ancestor — he actually possessed combat power three grades above his realm.
This strength was truly formidable. After all, even within the Hundred-Refined Mortal World, those who possessed heaven-defying battle power were no ordinary individuals, let alone someone whose power exceeded their realm by a full three grades.
"Kong Zheng told you to execute me, and you're ready to do just that? You don't look like a member of the Guardian Clan to me — you look more like a dog of the Kong Heavenly Clan," Chu Feng said with biting sarcasm.
"Insolent fool — you're courting death!!!" Seeing that Chu Feng actually dared to humiliate him in front of everyone, Hu Xuanyi flew into a rage. Without another word, he shot toward Chu Feng like a ghostly phantom.
He didn't employ any martial technique. Instead, he swung both fists, hammering out blow after blow. Fist shadows crisscrossed and multiplied, dense as a torrential downpour, raining toward Chu Feng.
"ZZZRRRR!!!"
However, just as Hu Xuanyi was about to reach Chu Feng, lightning flickered in Chu Feng's eyes. At the same time, magnificent thunderous wings unfurled from his back, and an imposing suit of thunder armor covered his entire body.
In that moment, Chu Feng's cultivation surged past two consecutive levels, rising from seventh-grade Half Ancestor all the way to ninth-grade Half Ancestor.
Furthermore, Chu Feng also wielded combat power three grades above his realm. At this point, every aspect of his strength was on par with Hu Xuanyi.
As a result, despite Hu Xuanyi's ferocious offensive, Chu Feng dodged every last blow.
"That guy — he also possesses a Heavenly Bloodline! He's a Heavenly Bloodline possessor!!!"
"But didn't he claim to come from the Lower Realm of Ancestral Martial? How could someone with that kind of bloodline exist in the Lower Realm of Ancestral Martial?!!"
Witnessing Chu Feng deploy the unique abilities of a Heavenly Bloodline, not only were the bystanders stunned, but even the members of the Guardian Clan looked at Chu Feng with entirely changed expressions.
In that moment, they were increasingly convinced that Chu Feng's background was no simple matter — he was far from an ordinary individual.
"So that's where your confidence comes from — you possess a Heavenly Bloodline. But even so, you're dead meat today."
Yet Hu Xuanyi had already made up his mind to kill. Even though he knew Chu Feng's origins were far from simple, he held nothing back. On the contrary, he attacked with even greater ferocity, determined to prove himself — determined to defeat Chu Feng with nothing but his bare fists and feet.
"Dead meat? With these flashy but useless moves of yours?" Chu Feng said with a grin.
"What did you say?" Hu Xuanyi's expression changed drastically, hardly able to believe his own ears.
The reason he had dared to press forward with pure hand-to-hand combat after discovering that Chu Feng's strength was no weaker than his own was precisely because of his supreme confidence.
His confidence came from his experience in close-quarters combat.
His fists and feet were his greatest specialty. Within the Guardian Clan, among his generation, virtually no one could match him in hand-to-hand combat. This was his forte. This was his pride.
And yet now, the very thing he was most proud of — those techniques that others regarded as nothing short of miraculous, his close-combat tactics — had just been called flashy and useless. He simply… could not believe what he was hearing.
This was an insult. An insult he simply could not accept.
"I said these are… flash… y… but… use… less… moves." Chu Feng repeated the words one at a time.
"You truly are courting death." Humiliated by Chu Feng like this, Hu Xuanyi grew angrier by the second. His fists and feet moved faster and faster, and the sheer force of his strikes alone sent out ripple after ripple of wind. The gusts sent spectators tumbling head over heels, and those unfortunate enough to be caught by the shockwaves were sent flying, suffering serious injuries.
At that moment, the onlookers had no choice but to retreat to a safe distance, terrified of being caught up in the crossfire.
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Yet even though Hu Xuanyi fought with ever-increasing momentum, unleashing every ounce of his strength… he still could not so much as touch Chu Feng.
And most importantly, throughout the entire exchange, Chu Feng never once fought back — he simply kept dodging.