"Brother Hun Lian, this is a long story. I'll explain later — we need to flee now." That Xiao Leng didn't bother answering what Hun Lian had said. Instead, he grabbed Hun Lian, trying to drag him away. But his cultivation was inferior to Hun Lian's, so he couldn't budge him in the slightest.
"Xiao Leng, you should know — I spent two years in seclusion, all for the sake of getting revenge on that Li Ming."
"But back at the Eight Desolations Graveyard, the one who humiliated me wasn't Li Ming alone. There was also this Chu Feng."
"Originally, I was planning to go find this Chu Feng anyway. But what I absolutely never expected was to actually run into him here."
"This must be the will of Heaven — the heavens themselves are helping me. How could I possibly let him go?" Hun Lian said to that Soul Infant Sect member called Xiao Leng.
"Brother Hun Lian, I won't stop you from seeking revenge on Young Master Li Ming. But Chu Feng — you can't."
"You have no idea what's happened over the past two years, so..." Xiao Leng tried to explain the situation to Hun Lian.
But Hun Lian grew more and more impatient as he listened. He couldn't understand — if Li Ming could be dealt with, why couldn't this Chu Feng?
Could Chu Feng possibly be stronger than Li Ming?
What a joke. In Hun Lian's mind, Chu Feng was nothing but trash.
Back then, Chu Feng had only been able to suppress him because of a grand formation. Otherwise, a single spat from Hun Lian could have drowned Chu Feng.
Young Master Li Ming was the true rival in his heart, while Chu Feng was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at will.
So Hun Lian simply ignored Xiao Leng and once again directed his murderous gaze toward Chu Feng, saying: "Chu Feng, today… I will absolutely make you wish you were dead. You will kneel before me and beg for mercy."
Thud— But the moment Hun Lian finished speaking, that Xiao Leng suddenly dropped to his knees — and began kowtowing to Chu Feng.
"Lord Chu Feng, please spare us! We had no intention of being your enemy. Please let us go!"
"Xiao Leng, you…"
Looking at Xiao Leng before him, Hun Lian was utterly speechless.
Although he knew Xiao Leng was a coward who feared death above all else, there had to be a limit to whom one should be afraid of.
If the person standing before them were some overwhelmingly powerful being, that would be one thing. But to be this terrified of a mere Chu Feng — Hun Lian truly couldn't stomach it.
"Get lost." Hun Lian grabbed Xiao Leng and hurled him violently to the ground. As if that weren't enough to vent his fury, he even spat on him. "Useless thing. A single Chu Feng has reduced you to this state. You've truly brought shame upon our entire Soul Infant Sect."
Boom!
But just then, Hun Lian's expression suddenly changed. He sensed a terrifying aura — one that came crashing toward him like a tidal wave, overwhelming everything in its path.
The aura was so horrifying, so powerful, that it made it difficult for him to even breathe.
"Chu Feng?"
Hun Lian instinctively looked toward Chu Feng, because he sensed that the aura was identical to the one emanating from Chu Feng.
Whooosh!
However, before his gaze could even land on Chu Feng, the pressure sent him tumbling backward. He was blasted off the peak of the palace and slammed into the ground below, pinned there like a dead dog.
No matter how desperately he struggled with every ounce of strength he possessed, he couldn't move a single inch.
"Chu Feng, you… you… how is this possible? How can your aura suppress me?!"
At this moment, Hun Lian could barely even speak, but his face was filled with shock.
Hun Lian found it impossible to believe. In his eyes, Chu Feng had been nothing more than a mere Half Ancestor back then. Even if Chu Feng had made some progress during the time Hun Lian was in seclusion, at most he would have reached the peak of Half Ancestor — not even crossing the threshold of Martial Ancestor. How could he possibly possess the power to suppress him?
Hun Lian was now a sixth rank Martial Ancestor.
"I know — you're relying on a formation's power again!" Hun Lian thought of a possibility. Chu Feng must be using the power of a formation. Otherwise, there was no way he could suppress him.
"Chu Feng, you despicable and shameless wretch! Do you dare fight me using only your own cultivation?" Hun Lian erupted in furious curses.
"Brother Hun Lian, stop talking! Chu Feng is now a ninth rank Martial Ancestor — the acknowledged strongest expert below a True Immortal in the entire Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm!" Just then, Xiao Leng spoke up, trying to dissuade him.
"A ninth rank Martial Ancestor? You're telling me that Chu Feng is a ninth rank Martial Ancestor?" Hun Lian's jaw dropped, utterly unable to believe what he had just heard.
"That's right. Everyone in the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm knows this." Xiao Leng nodded his head furiously, as though he were pounding garlic, seemingly afraid that Hun Lian wouldn't believe him.