Hummmm— However, at that very moment, Han Yu pressed his palms together once more.
Not long after his palms merged, another layer of white qi erupted from Han Yu's body.
The white qi grew denser and denser, burning across Han Yu's body like raging flames.
Boom— In an instant, the white qi surged skyward, transforming into a lifelike giant dragon that coiled above Han Yu's head.
The dragon's body was even more massive than the great sword from before, and its aura far more formidable.
This, too, was an Immortal Technique — and its power was clearly superior to the giant sword Han Yu had unleashed earlier.
Wave after wave of oppressive force radiated outward from the dragon's body, sweeping in every direction.
And when that oppressive force washed over Chu Feng's Ancient Battle Sword, both the sword and the Ancient Battle Axe trembled slightly.
It was as though they were afraid.
Seeing this, many from the Sacred Pill Manor and the Immortal Armament Manor felt a sense of dread.
This Immortal Technique hadn't even been launched at Chu Feng yet, and already his Ancient Battle Sword and Ancient Battle Axe were reacting this way.
If this technique truly struck, Chu Feng's fate would likely be truly miserable.
"Han Yu, this is merely a spar — you should know when to stop! Young friend Chu Feng is already wounded, and yet you resort to such a technique? Are you trying to kill him?"
Ma Changchun of the Sacred Pill Manor could not help but shout out in rebuke.
He believed that Chu Feng could not withstand this attack, and so he wanted to force an end to the duel to prevent Chu Feng from coming to serious harm.
"The winner has not yet been decided — why shouldn't I use such a technique?" Han Yu let out a cold laugh, then turned to look at Chu Feng. "If you admit defeat, I may just stop. However… you must kneel before Yuwen Tingyi and Yuwen Hualong, and kowtow to apologize. That is the condition."
"This…"
Hearing those words, the expressions of everyone from the Sacred Pill Manor and the Immortal Armament Manor darkened.
Han Yu's demand was nothing short of outrageous.
No sane person would ever do such a thing in front of this many people, let alone someone as stubborn as Chu Feng.
"Han Yu, don't go too far! It's just a spar — what right do you have to demand that Brother Chu Feng kneel before them?" Li Xiang said.
"My business with Chu Feng is none of your concern!" Han Yu fixed Li Xiang with a murderous gaze.
Although Li Xiang had grown considerably bolder, seeing that killing intent in Han Yu's eyes still made his heart shudder, and he couldn't help but take a step backward.
"Young friend Chu Feng, if you don't wish to continue fighting this Han Yu, you need only say the word. There's no need to admit defeat, and certainly no need to apologize. As long as I, Ma Changchun, am here, Han Yu will not lay a finger on you."
Hearing this, Han Yu's expression turned ugly, and he shouted at Ma Changchun, "My affair with Chu Feng — since when is that any of your business?"
"Today, this is something the Sacred Pill Manor absolutely will involve itself in. What are you going to do about it, Han Yu?"
As he spoke, Ma Changchun took a step forward, radiating a clear readiness to stand as Chu Feng's backer.
"You!!!"
Seeing this, Han Yu's face twisted with fury. But the gap between his strength and Ma Changchun's was simply too vast — against someone willing to use force, he was truly powerless.
Still, Han Yu was not one to take things lying down. Unable to deal with Ma Changchun himself, he turned to the senior experts present and declared: "The Sacred Pill Manor is bullying a junior like me like this — is there not a single elder here who will intervene?"