"Hiss—"
At that moment, everyone couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
If those words had come from anyone else, they naturally wouldn't have believed them. But they had been spoken by the Henghui Old Monster — and so, whether they wanted to believe it or not, they had no choice.
Yet just the mere thought that Chu Feng had obtained Zhan Haichuan's mantle, that he was Zhan Haichuan's successor — they couldn't contain their shock no matter how hard they tried.
"Two years ago, Chu Feng obtained Grandmaster Kaihong's mantle. That alone was enviable enough."
"Who could have imagined that he also obtained Lord Zhan Haichuan's mantle? What exactly is this boy's background, to have encountered such fortune? He truly is a man of great destiny!"
The more the crowd mulled it over, the more astonished they became. Even though most of them were people of vast experience and broad knowledge, their minds were in turmoil.
Zhan Haichuan and Grandmaster Kaihong — they were both supreme powerhouses who had ruled over the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm for an entire era.
And Zhan Haichuan's fame during his time had surpassed even Grandmaster Kaihong's.
Now, Chu Feng had obtained the mantles of both Zhan Haichuan and Grandmaster Kaihong.
Setting everything else aside, his luck alone was something no one could believe.
"The martial technique you just used — it came from Zhan Haichuan?"
The murmurs of the crowd reached Kongdou Moyuan's ears, and his expression changed drastically. He directly confronted Chu Feng with the question.
"So what if it did? So what if it didn't?" Chu Feng replied dismissively, a contemptuous smile on his lips.
"Then that means you never actually received Zhan Haichuan's inheritance. Hmph, I knew it — a piece of trash like you could never possibly earn Lord Zhan Haichuan's recognition." A look of relief surfaced on Kongdou Moyuan's face.
Clearly, he personally had no wish whatsoever for Chu Feng to have obtained Zhan Haichuan's inheritance.
"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. The various forbidden martial techniques I used earlier were all passed down from the Ancient Battle Clan."
"I am not the successor of the Ancient Battle Clan, but I… did indeed obtain the Ancient Battle Clan's inheritance," Chu Feng said.
"It's actually true!!!"
"Even he himself has admitted it — then this matter is absolutely confirmed."
"This is too incredible. Could Chu Feng be a destined deity? Otherwise how could he possibly encounter such fortune?"
The surrounding crowd erupted into a frenzy. Setting aside the ordinary spectators, even Dugu Jianxu — whose cultivation had been crippled by Chu Feng — and the Wine-and-Meat Monk wore looks of utter bewilderment.
This matter was far too extraordinary. It was no longer merely a question of talent — it was that Chu Feng had simultaneously earned the recognition of both Zhan Haichuan and Grandmaster Kaihong.
In the entire Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm, how many people had doubted Chu Feng? How many had looked down on him?
But from this day forward, none of it mattered. All of their doubts were worth less than nothing.
If even Zhan Haichuan and Grandmaster Kaihong had acknowledged him, what were their doubts worth?
"Good, good, good — this is even better. Today, I will take your inheritance and make everything you have my own!"
Kongdou Moyuan suddenly erupted into a fury beyond measure. His rage stemmed from jealousy — he had been deeply provoked by Chu Feng's fortune.
Even as his fury raged, his palm turned over, and another Ancestral Weapon spear appeared in his hand.
The true power of an Ancestral Weapon could only be wielded by a Martial Ancestor. In other words, Ancestral Weapons could also be considered a Martial Ancestor's greatest source of strength.
Now, with Kongdou Moyuan simultaneously wielding two Ancestral Weapon spears, his combat power naturally surged dramatically.
With his increased strength, the Forbidden Ancestral Martial Technique that Kongdou Moyuan unleashed grew even more ferocious. The savage beasts conjured by the technique seemed to swell in size as well.
But most importantly, a dark vortex had appeared above Kongdou Moyuan's head.
The vortex was pitch-black in color. Not only was its wind force incredibly powerful — warping the void itself — but it also emanated an aura of extreme terror, as though that dark whirlwind could devour everything.