In an instant, the crowd that had been erupting in cries of shock moments ago fell completely silent.
As for Kongdou Moyuan — the triumphant Kongdou Moyuan from just a while ago — he was now utterly mortified.
Humiliating. This was beyond humiliating. What should have been something to boast about had turned into this mess because of his own carelessness.
Right now, Kongdou Moyuan, who had always been someone who cherished his pride, genuinely wished he could drop dead on the spot.
"Ahem, well, being able to condense six black tornadoes is already quite impressive."
"Yes, yes, exactly! After all, that's a martial skill that only True Immortals can execute. Brother Moyuan, as a Martial Ancestor, not only managed to cast it but also condensed six tornadoes — that's only two short of what a True Immortal powerhouse could produce. That's truly remarkable."
After a brief pause, whether out of fear that Kongdou Moyuan would feel too awkward or out of genuine admiration, those people once again began showering him with praise.
Sure enough, after hearing their words, Kongdou Moyuan's previously wretched expression softened somewhat.
"What's going on, did it fail? You really are useless."
However, just at that moment, a shrill, cutting voice full of mockery suddenly rang out.
It was Chu Feng. Those words, naturally, came from Chu Feng.
"What did you say?" Kongdou Moyuan asked furiously.
"What did I say? Your martial skill is quite powerful, but it requires time to build up. I didn't stop you — I deliberately gave you time to build it up because I wanted to see what kind of trick you could pull off."
"But I really didn't expect this. I gave you the chance, and you still couldn't deliver. You actually failed." Chu Feng shook his head with an expression full of disappointment.
The way he looked at Kongdou Moyuan right now was nothing like how one would look at an enemy. It was more like how one would look at a hopeless fool — his eyes were practically dripping with the frustration of someone watching a disappointing waste of potential.
"So it turns out Chu Feng hadn't failed to see through it at all — he deliberately didn't interfere. That… what kind of confidence does that require?"
"Could it be that Chu Feng still has a way to counter this Ancestral Forbidden Black Wind Slash?"
Hearing Chu Feng's words, the onlookers suddenly came to their senses and immediately realized that Chu Feng's failure to stop Kongdou Moyuan wasn't stupidity — he had deliberately held back.
"You don't know what you're talking about! My Ancestral Forbidden Black Wind Slash has been successfully executed — what failure is there to speak of?" Kongdou Moyuan shot back defiantly.
"If you want to lie to yourself, then pretend I said nothing." Chu Feng shrugged.
"Arrogant brat, I'll show you right now just how devastating my Ancestral Forbidden Black Wind Slash truly is!!!" As Kongdou Moyuan spoke, the six tornadoes above his head began merging together.
Crack—
Rumble—
In that moment, dark clouds churned and thunder rumbled as the six tornadoes fused into one, truly whipping up a tremendous storm.
And before long, those six black tornadoes transformed into a massive blade suspended across the void.
The blade remained black — at first it surged like wind, but gradually it solidified into a tangible form.
And the more solid it became, the more terrifying the aura it emanated grew.
"Kongdou Moyuan is about to strike — why hasn't Chu Feng reacted yet? Is he confident, or just arrogant?"
As they watched Kongdou Moyuan's Ancestral Forbidden Black Wind Slash on the verge of being unleashed, yet Chu Feng remained utterly composed without deploying any countermeasure, the crowd was thoroughly bewildered.
They couldn't tell whether Chu Feng was so confident that his next move could absolutely block Kongdou Moyuan's strike — or whether Chu Feng was being far too arrogant and had underestimated this Ancestral Forbidden Black Wind Slash.
"Kongdou Moyuan, take a look at this."
Just as Kongdou Moyuan was about to launch his attack, another golden greatsword appeared in Chu Feng's left hand.
The sword was two feet wide and three meters long — taller than a person.
Compared to the Gale Blade in Chu Feng's right hand, it was several times more imposing. More importantly, this sword's aura was in no way inferior to the Gale Blade's.
The moment this sword appeared, Chu Feng's aura surged considerably. After all, he was now simultaneously wielding two Ancestral-grade weapons.
"Incredible! Chu Feng can actually wield two Ancestral-grade weapons at the same time!"
The crowd marveled in disbelief, because compared to what Kongdou Moyuan had done, the difficulty of what Chu Feng was pulling off was considerably higher — these were two Ancestral-grade weapons, after all.