"Ruthless, today I, Zhu Tianming, will tear you to shreds!!!" Publicly humiliated to such an extent, Zhu Tianming was on the verge of exploding. He flipped his palm open, and surprisingly, a pill appeared.
The pill glowed with an aura, displaying three colors: black, white, and purple. It emitted a powerful yet bizarre aura, capable of automatically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"A Three-Colored Forbidden Medicine?!" Seeing this forbidden pill, everyone's expression changed. Forbidden medicines were graded by their color—the deeper the color, the stronger the effect; the more colors, the more potent the power.
The Black and White Rakshasa was a two-colored forbidden medicine, but it could already greatly enhance the strength of a Martial Lord. Now that Zhu Tianming had taken out a three-colored forbidden medicine, its power was far superior. If he consumed it, it was entirely possible his strength would reach the Fourth Grade Martial Lord realm.
"Whoosh!" As soon as the medicine appeared, Zhu Tianming swallowed it whole. The moment it entered his mouth, three bizarre gases—black, white, and purple—erupted from within his body.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~"
The three gases burned like flames across the surface of his skin. They not only granted him strength infinitely close to that of a Fourth Grade Martial Lord but also healed his wounds in an instant. The immense power of the Three-Colored Forbidden Medicine was fully displayed.
"Abbot Wuya, this is just a spar between juniors; there's no need for it to become a fight to the death," the Centipede Elder advised Abbot Wuya.
"It's that kid Ruthless who insists on a life-and-death struggle, not me forcing them! If I were to make Tianming stop now, wouldn't that be equivalent to conceding defeat? If that Ruthless uses this as an excuse to try and kill Tianming, are you willing to take responsibility for that?" Abbot Wuya snorted coldly, glaring fiercely at the Centipede Elder, clearly annoyed by her interference at such a moment.
"That may be so, but your disciple is a Third Grade Martial Lord. Fighting a First Grade Martial Lord is already bullying the weak, yet he even consumes a Three-Colored Forbidden Medicine. Even if he wins, it's a dishonorable victory. Tell him to stop immediately," the Centipede Elder continued to persuade.
"The victor is king, the loser a bandit. Tianming taking the Three-Colored Forbidden Medicine is his own choice. If that Ruthless has the guts, he can take one too. Never mind a three-colored; even if he took a four-colored one, I wouldn't interfere at all—I'm just afraid he doesn't have one!" Abbot Wuya retorted with a sneer, his long-lost composure making him utterly unreasonable.
"You... you're truly beyond saving!" The Centipede Elder was furious at Abbot Wuya's attitude but could do nothing about it.
"Hmph! Everyone, this Ruthless one challenged my disciple to a wager of life. I advise you all not to interfere."
Most surprisingly, regarding Zhu Tianming's use of the forbidden medicine, not only did Abbot Wuya not intervene, but he even stood up to threaten everyone, warning those present not to rashly try and save Chu Feng.
"It looks like he's about to use the Heaven-Splitting Sword."
Observing the changes in Zhu Tianming's body, Chu Feng noticed that the fluctuations of energy within him were identical to those of his younger brother, Zhu Diguang, from before. However, the power was several times greater. This was indeed the prelude to unleashing the Heaven-Splitting Sword.
"Whoosh!"
Realizing Zhu Tianming was about to use the Heaven-Splitting Sword, Chu Feng didn't dodge. Instead, he took several quick steps, moving through the air and charging straight toward Zhu Tianming.
"Oh, you've figured out that Tianming is about to use the Heaven-Splitting Sword, so you want to stop him? How foolish! Do you really think Tianming's strength is the same as Diguang's? I might as well tell you—Tianming's Heaven-Splitting Sword will definitely leave you dead with no burial place!" From below, Abbot Wuya shouted loudly, his words dripping with sarcasm.
"Truly shameless!" Chun Wu and the others were furious and grinding their teeth at Abbot Wuya's actions, but they were powerless. Abbot Wuya was too strong, and without the Fairy Wuxia present, their anger was futile.
"Come on then, show me just how strong your Heaven-Splitting Sword really is."
Despite Abbot Wuya's mockery, Chu Feng didn't slow his pace. Instead, he accelerated, even taunting Zhu Tianming.
Many people couldn't understand Chu Feng's actions, thinking he was simply seeking death. Yet, no one noticed that the Asura Ghost Axe in Chu Feng's right hand had been put away, and a strange, powerful energy was condensing in his palm.
"Haha, you've got some nerve! Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"
Confident after consuming the forbidden medicine, Zhu Tianming believed Chu Feng was as good as dead. He let out a maniacal laugh, then pointed his golden sword sharply at Chu Feng. A hum resounded as a beam of light containing boundless power condensed and shot toward Chu Feng. Though it hadn't fully formed, it was undeniably the Heaven-Splitting Sword.
"Then I'll show you my skills as well," Chu Feng smirked coldly, thrusting his right palm forward. A roar of "Ao!" erupted as a wave of white light tinged with black patterns shot from his palm—none other than the supreme secret technique, the White Tiger Killing Art.
"Boom!" At this moment, Chu Feng and Zhu Tianming were too close. Before either the Heaven-Splitting Sword or the White Tiger Killing Art could fully materialize, they collided.
The impact produced a piercing boom, and powerful ripples swept across the sky and earth. Even the mountains below were affected; if not for the elder experts intervening, the banquet on the mountain peak would surely have been ruined.
Although elder experts used a barrier to block the shockwaves, people could still see how terrifying the ripples raging beyond the barrier were. Though this duel between Chu Feng and Zhu Tianming hadn't reached the level of a Fourth Grade Martial Lord, it was infinitely close.
Finally, the deafening booms gradually faded, the shattered space began to mend, and the ripples slowly dissipated.
When everything returned to normal, everyone on the mountain peak was dumbfounded. There, Chu Feng stood in the sky. Although his clothes were slightly torn, his face bore some wounds and looked somewhat pale, he could still stand firmly in the air.
But as for Zhu Tianming, not only was he covered in wounds and drenched in blood, but he was also currently held in Chu Feng's grasp. The outcome of this battle was decided.
"Amazing! That martial skill Ruthless just used was incredible. Could it be a Forbidden Martial Art?"
"No, it doesn't look like a Forbidden Martial Art. To be precise, it probably wasn't a martial skill at all. What Ruthless used should be a legendary secret technique."
"What? A Secret Technique!!!"
"Yes. Not just that move—earlier, when he clashed with Zhu Tianming, the shield he used was likely also a secret technique." The people present were all extraordinary, so some immediately identified the White Tiger Killing Art that Chu Feng had used.
"No way, one secret technique would already be impressive, but this kid has mastered two?!"
"Doesn't that prove even more that this kid has an extraordinary background and an immensely powerful master?"