Elder Xing Yi's display made it clear to everyone what it meant to be domineering.
Before the domineering Elder Xing Yi, even Qing Peng appeared fragile and helpless.
"Since Elder Xing Yi insists on protecting Chu Feng, there is nothing I, Qing Peng, can do about it."
"But could my young master be returned to me?"
In the end, Qing Peng capitulated.
Truthfully, even though he was deeply unwilling, he had no choice whatsoever — he did not even dare to continue pressing the matter. He knew that Elder Xing Yi was someone who meant what he said and did what he meant. Forget dealing with him — if he truly angered Elder Xing Yi, it was entirely possible that the Elder would kill him.
As for Elder Xing Yi, he did not make things difficult for Qing Peng. After all, his purpose in intervening was to protect Chu Feng. Now that his goal had been achieved, he handed Han Yu back over to Qing Peng.
Qing Peng did not say another word. He simply took Han Yu and left.
As the crowd watched Qing Peng's retreating figure disappear from view, their gazes once more turned to Elder Xing Yi.
Even among Martial Immortals, there were differences in strength, and Elder Xing Yi was far from the strongest among them. But at the very least, in front of Qing Peng, Elder Xing Yi had been more than powerful enough.
So Qing Peng had not been wronged today — but they still could not figure out why Elder Xing Yi had stepped in to help Chu Feng.
Most of the speculation centered on the Starfall Sacred Region also wanting to recruit Chu Feng. However, judging by the attitudes of the various geniuses from the Starfall Sacred Region, they seemed to rather dislike Chu Feng.
For a moment, no one could quite grasp the Starfall Sacred Region's true stance toward Chu Feng.
Rumble— Just as the crowd was mulling things over, a series of thunderous booms suddenly erupted. The void itself shuddered violently, and every martial cultivator below the Martial Immortal level found themselves losing the ability to remain airborne. They wobbled and staggered in the sky, unable to keep their footing.
The abrupt shift sent shockwaves of alarm through the gathered cultivators. Such power was exceedingly rare.
Everyone turned their gaze toward the direction from which the booming had come.
Upon looking, the panic in their eyes did not diminish — quite the opposite. Excitement surged to the surface.
The Void Divine Tree.
The colossal branches of the Void Divine Tree, branches that blotted out the heavens, were trembling and shifting.
It was this that had set off the cataclysmic upheaval. It was this that had made the very void tremble.
And what was the Void Divine Tree? It was nothing less than a divine marvel of the Upper Realm of Ten Thousand Realms.
Even its slightest stirrings were enough to draw the world's attention. With such an enormous commotion, there might well be some opportunity to be had — hence the crowd's excitement.
However, the anticipated opportunity did not materialize. The Void Divine Tree merely shifted its branches slightly before coming to a stop.
Once it stilled, the trembling of the void subsided in tandem.
The world fell silent, exactly as before, with nothing changed.
Seeing this, quite a few onlookers felt at least a twinge of disappointment.
"What's that — everyone, look! There are words over there!"
Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes cried out in excitement.
At his shout, everyone focused their attention.
A single look, and many among the crowd began to stir with excitement as well.
A line of characters had indeed appeared on the Void Divine Tree.
The writing was extraordinarily ugly — so wretched it was practically an offense to the eyes, looking as though it had been scrawled by a child who had only just learned to hold a brush. No — saying it was written by a child just learning to write would be an insult to children.
Such atrocious penmanship was virtually unparalleled in the world, a spectacle unto itself.
And the content of the message was rather crude as well.
— I, Wang Qiang, was here.
"Wang Qiang."