"Chu Feng's cultivation has actually reached this level?"
Everyone was shocked. Although it was only after activating the Thunder Armor and Thunder Wings that Chu Feng gained the power to suppress Dugu Jianxu, people could still tell that his true cultivation had reached the same realm as Dugu Jianxu's — the eighth rank of Martial Ancestor.
But just two years ago, when Chu Feng had disappeared, he had still been a Half-Ancestor. To have risen to this level in only two years was truly unbelievable.
"Chu Feng, you… what are you doing?"
"If you dare cripple my cultivation, my Sword Immortal Sect will never let you go!"
At this moment, Dugu Jianxu was panicking. Chu Feng had already pierced through his Dantian — one step more and his cultivation would be completely destroyed. Right now, Chu Feng held his life in his hands, and he couldn't help but be afraid. After all, this was the cultivation he had painstakingly built up over many years.
"Do you really think I, Chu Feng, am afraid of people from your Sword Immortal Sect?" Chu Feng looked at Dugu Jianxu, his eyes filled with mockery.
Seeing that gaze, Dugu Jianxu's heart clenched, and he suddenly realized how foolish he had been.
Chu Feng didn't even fear the Kong Heavenly Clan, so of course he wouldn't fear the Sword Immortal Sect. Trying to threaten Chu Feng with his sect's power was nothing short of laughable.
"Chu Feng, I have no grudge against you. Earlier, I only wanted to exchange blows as a friendly spar." Seeing that threats were useless, Dugu Jianxu switched to softer words.
"Before today, that was true — we had no enmity. I never planned to make you my enemy, let alone take your life."
"But when you attacked me earlier, you showed no restraint. You were trying to kill me."
"If my strength hadn't surpassed yours, I would already be dead." Chu Feng spoke word by word, each syllable laced with cold frost.
Seeing the killing intent in Chu Feng's eyes, Dugu Jianxu began to tremble. The man who had always been supremely arrogant now had no choice but to swallow his pride and beg for mercy: "Chu Feng, I—"
But before he could finish, a vicious glint flashed through Chu Feng's eyes. "For someone like you, I, Chu Feng… have never been soft-hearted."
With that, the arm that had pierced through Dugu Jianxu's Dantian gave a violent tremor, and with a muffled boom, Dugu Jianxu's Dantian was completely destroyed.
Only after that did Chu Feng withdraw his arm.
"NO!!!"
Dugu Jianxu let out a hysterical roar, then threw a punch at Chu Feng.
However, Chu Feng merely sidestepped, and the punch hit nothing but air.
Even when he still had his cultivation, he was no match for Chu Feng. With his cultivation destroyed, he was even less of a threat.
At this moment, he could feel that most of his cultivation was gone. Overwhelmed by utter despair, he dropped to one knee in midair with a thud.
He could still float in the air by relying on the residual energy within him, but he was no longer the Dugu Jianxu of old — no longer an eighth-rank Martial Ancestor.
"Sparing your life is already my mercy."
Chu Feng looked at Dugu Jianxu without a shred of sympathy. He knew full well that if his own strength hadn't exceeded Dugu Jianxu's, he would already be dead at this man's hands. For someone like that, Chu Feng had no reason to show pity.
"Now it's your turn."
Chu Feng turned his gaze to the Meat-and-Wine Monk.
At that moment, the Meat-and-Wine Monk wore a bitter smile and waved his hands in a hurry. "Brother Chu Feng, I was just joking earlier — please don't take it seriously!"
He was genuinely afraid. Even Dugu Jianxu had been dealt with effortlessly by Chu Feng, so he naturally stood no chance either.
After all, Chu Feng had now revealed his true strength — the cultivation of an eighth-rank Martial Ancestor, combined with the Heaven-grade bloodline's Thunder Armor and Thunder Wings, plus combat power that exceeded four grades above his rank.
That was far beyond what an ordinary peak Martial Ancestor like himself could hope to match.
Whoosh—
But just then, Chu Feng's figure blurred and vanished.
When he reappeared, he was standing right in front of the Meat-and-Wine Monk.
"You!!!"
In that instant, the Meat-and-Wine Monk's face changed drastically. He could clearly feel a searing pain in his Dantian.
Upon closer inspection, both the Meat-and-Wine Monk and the onlookers were stunned — because the same arm that had pierced through Dugu Jianxu's Dantian earlier now bore straight through the Meat-and-Wine Monk's Dantian as well.
That was no mere hand. It was like a blade that could cut through anything. Even a ninth-rank Martial Ancestor like the Meat-and-Wine Monk couldn't withstand it.
"AHH!!!"
The Meat-and-Wine Monk let out an anguished scream of utter agony.
His fate was the same as Dugu Jianxu's — his Dantian had been completely destroyed, and he could only rely on the residual power in his body to barely keep himself afloat in the air.