The domineering martial skill, Heavenly Lion Fist, was like a real ferocious beast—its massive jaws gaping wide, roaring ceaselessly, as though it intended to devour even the heavens themselves.
As for the Ancient War Axe, though it produced no roar, its momentum was in no way inferior to that enormous lion. It seemed as though everything standing in its way would be cleaved in two.
Finally, the two forces drew closer. Before they had truly collided, the auras they unleashed had already begun their clash.
Ripples surged outward, spreading in a dazzling display like fireworks, yet those ripples were terrifyingly violent—as if they could annihilate everything.
BOOM— A deafening explosion rang out, and heaven and earth trembled. Many of the weaker young cultivators present were shaken so hard by the tremor that they collapsed to the ground.
It was the martial skill and Chu Feng's secret technique striking head-on.
With the collision of their true forms, the ripples grew even more intense, their destructive power amplified further.
Fortunately, there were a number of powerful experts present who managed to neutralize the shockwaves with their auras alone.
Had those ripples fallen freely, every young cultivator under the age of a hundred would likely have perished in the blast—not even bones left behind.
However, no one present had any attention to spare for the strength of those ripples at that moment.
Every single person was fixated on the martial skill and the secret technique clashing above.
After all, this was the moment that would decide the victor.
"This…"
Suddenly, the expressions of the experts shifted.
The martial skill had crumbled. As it dissipated, the ripples began to fade as well.
Now, whether one was an expert or not, everyone could see what was happening in the sky above.
Chu Xianshuo's Heavenly Lion Fist had been destroyed, yet Chu Feng's Ancient War Axe still hung suspended in the void.
It remained just as imposing, just as majestic—like the king of all weapons, looking down on everything beneath it.
No—the Ancient War Axe seemed even more powerful now, its radiance brighter than before.
It was as though it were declaring to the world that it had won this contest.
"Impossible—no, this can't be!"
Chu Xianshuo could not believe what he was seeing. He screamed in a hysterical frenzy.
Pfft— But in the next instant, he opened his mouth wide and spat out a mouthful of crimson blood. Moments later, his legs gave out, and he dropped to one knee upon the void itself.
His face had turned pale as paper, as though he were already dead.
And his aura had grown incredibly weak.
It seemed that while he had successfully executed the Heavenly Lion Fist, the toll it took on his body had been no small thing.
Hummm— But just then, the Ancient War Axe suddenly began to move. Carrying with it an overwhelming wave of pressure, it hurtled toward Chu Xianshuo.
Chu Xianshuo was far too weakened. Before the axe had even drawn close, the pressure it emanated crushed him so completely that he lost the ability to stay airborne. Like a kite with its string cut, he plummeted from the sky.
"Brother Xianshuo!"
Seeing this, all the juniors of the Chu Heavenly Clan shot into the air simultaneously, trying to catch Chu Xianshuo.
But the moment they drew near, they too were engulfed by the oppressive force of the Ancient War Axe.
In an instant, screams of anguish rang out as every last one of them was overwhelmed. Unable to resist the axe's crushing aura, they fell together with Chu Xianshuo from the void.
All of them slammed into the ground.
The force of their descent was so violent that their bodies had carved out an enormous crater in the earth's surface.
However, this was only because Chu Feng had held back. Without that restraint, the pressure of the Ancient War Axe alone would surely have killed every junior of the Chu Heavenly Clan—Chu Xianshuo included.
Though they had not died, they now lay on the ground like dead dogs, utterly unable to move.
Yet the Ancient War Axe did not stop its descent. It continued to press down upon them.
As the axe drew closer and closer, the faces of the Chu Heavenly Clan juniors were filled with terror.
They could feel the aura of death emanating from that colossal axe.
They were truly afraid—afraid that Chu Feng would kill them.
Because by now, they had realized that this Chu Feng was a man who feared nothing and no one. There was nothing he would not dare to do.
Naturally, that included killing them all.
"Chu Feng, what are you doing?!"
"Stop! If you dare kill us, the Chu Heavenly Clan will never let you get away with it!"
Chu Xianshuo could no longer hold back. He began screaming hysterically, doing his best to make his voice sound as imposing as he could.
But that trembling voice could not conceal the fear gripping his heart.
Yet Chu Feng paid no heed to Chu Xianshuo's words, and the Ancient War Axe continued its descent without the slightest reduction in speed.
Though the axe had never been falling quickly, no matter how slow its pace, as long as it kept descending, it would inevitably reach Chu Xianshuo and the others before long.