"Incredible, he's actually gaining the upper hand?" The crowd erupted in commotion.
In their eyes, Martial Ancestors should have been absolutely incapable of contending with True Immortals. Yet not only was Chu Feng holding his own, he was actually gaining the advantage.
This was something without precedent in all of history — a truly heaven-defying feat.
"Hmph, what a bunch of idiots. He's clearly on his last legs, yet they're making it sound like some great accomplishment."
Rather than panicking at Chu Feng's advantage, the Ghostfiend Old Demon merely cast a mocking glance at the onlookers.
"There's no need for me to use my full strength. A mere fraction of my power is enough to turn the tide."
"Since you're so delusional, Chu Feng, I'll humor you a little longer today."
"Let's see just how long your peak Martial Ancestor cultivation can hold out."
As the Ghostfiend Old Demon spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, and another wave of martial power surged from within his body, merging into the two enormous martial power swords.
The swords not only grew larger in size but their power intensified as well.
"Damn it."
At that moment, pain twisted Chu Feng's face, as though he could barely hold on.
And the ancient battle sword he was wielding trembled with a constant buzzing sound each time it clashed against the martial power swords.
It was the sound of vibration — the ancient battle sword could no longer match the might of those martial power swords.
"How useless. I've only increased my power by a tiny bit. I haven't even used a martial technique yet, and you're already buckling?"
"As expected, a Martial Ancestor is just a Martial Ancestor. Completely incapable of rivaling a True Immortal."
The Ghostfiend Old Demon's smirk grew wider by the second, and the smugness in his eyes deepened with every passing moment.
After all, a True Immortal was supposed to surpass a Martial Ancestor. That was an eternal truth that had stood for tens of thousands of years. There was nothing particularly boast-worthy about it.
But the Martial Ancestor he had defeated was Chu Feng — hailed as the greatest prodigy of the Hundred Refinements Realm, someone who would very likely, like Zhan Haichuan and Grandmaster Kaihong before him, come to rule the Hundred Refinements Realm.
That was why his sense of triumph was so overwhelming.
The Ghostfiend Old Demon's self-satisfied gloating had gone unnoticed by the others, but Chu Feng saw it crystal clear.
"Now."
In an instant, Chu Feng's eyes turned razor-sharp — a piercing intensity that no wounded person could possibly muster.
That was right. His earlier display of weakness had been entirely feigned. He was nowhere near his limit.
The reason he had deliberately pretended to struggle was to lull the Ghostfiend Old Demon into complacency, then launch a surprise attack.
And at the very moment he prepared to strike, the three special pills in his stomach dissolved simultaneously.
Boom—
In the next instant, a golden aura erupted from within Chu Feng's body, blazing outward from his core. It was no ordinary golden glow — it burned like radiant sunlight, overwhelmingly powerful.
Almost simultaneously with the pills' activation, Chu Feng drove the ancient battle sword forward, slashing directly at the Ghostfiend Old Demon.
"What—?"
Everything happened too quickly. Moreover, during the brief moments when Chu Feng had held a slight edge with the ancient battle sword earlier, he had quietly maneuvered it much closer to the Ghostfiend Old Demon.
So now, as the ancient battle sword hurtled toward the Ghostfiend Old Demon with terrifying force, even the latter couldn't react in time — evasion was impossible.
Splat—
Blood sprayed in every direction. The Ghostfiend Old Demon's physical body was pierced clean through by the ancient battle sword.