Chapter 690: Unstoppable Offensive (2nd Release)

"It seems you really did gain some considerable benefits from this Nurturing Sacred Hall, to have obtained such heaven-defying combat power."

"But external power is still external power — it can never compare to genuine strength cultivated through one's own efforts. Today, I'll show you what a true powerhouse looks like."

Despite recognizing how formidable Chu Feng was, Zhan Feng was far too conceited to admit that Chu Feng's combat ability was genuinely heaven-defying. After all, as a Fifth-rank Martial Lord, being suppressed by a Third-rank Martial Lord would be utterly humiliating.

So he chalked up Chu Feng's current strength to whatever benefits he'd gained inside the Nurturing Sacred Hall. That way, it didn't make Zhan Feng look weak — instead, it made Chu Feng look like he'd resorted to shady, underhanded means, subtly undermining Chu Feng's reputation.

"Oh, you sure know how to comfort yourself," Chu Feng said with a cold smile, his eyes brimming with mockery. "My strength isn't yours to judge. You're right that my Third-rank Martial Lord cultivation was a gift from this Nurturing Sacred Hall. But right now, I'm the one suppressing you — so what are you going to do about it?"

Zhan Feng was arrogant, egotistical, and completely looked down on others. His methods were not only ruthless but despicable. Chu Feng especially remembered how he'd tried to lay hands on Chun Wu, which made his blood boil. He'd been wanting to put this guy in his place for a long time.

"What am I going to do about it? If I got serious, I could finish you in seconds!"

"What? You really think pulling out a half-finished King Weapon makes you invincible? Let me teach you that the sky has no limit — there's always someone stronger. You're not the only one with a half-finished King Weapon."

With a flip of his palm, Zhan Feng produced a massive sword nearly three meters long. The blade gleamed with a silvery light, and even a single glance was enough to tell it carried tremendous weight.

The moment the silver greatsword appeared, Zhan Feng's aura surged instantly. A faint pressure of King-level martial power began radiating from his body — no need to think twice for Chu Feng to realize this was also a half-finished King Weapon.

"Die!"

Zhan Feng had long since run out of patience with Chu Feng. As the words left his mouth, his figure blurred, and like a phantom, he appeared before Chu Feng in the blink of an eye.

The greatsword swept through the air with a deafening whos, distorting the very space around it under the sheer force of the blow.

"Hmph." But no matter how imposing Zhan Feng's display was, Chu Feng merely let out a contemptuous scoff. The Dragon Pattern Sword in his hand flickered once, then instantly transformed into a razor-sharp beam of golden light. Carrying a piercing whistle, it stabbed straight toward Zhan Feng's chest.

Fast — incredibly fast.

Fierce — devastatingly fierce.

Chu Feng didn't block, didn't parry, didn't dodge. He went straight for a lethal counterattack at lightning speed.

This was no ordinary technique — it was a move from the Dragon Pattern Sword Art. The Dragon Pattern Sword Art was profound and vast, not only immensely powerful but brimming with infinite variations and bewildering mysteries.

"You—!"

In that instant, Zhan Feng's face drained of color. He was genuinely terrified, because Chu Feng's strike was far too sudden and completely caught him off guard. On top of that, it was incredibly cunning — if he ignored it, it could truly end his life.

Without a moment's hesitation, Zhan Feng gritted his teeth, swallowed his fury, and retracted his own attack while throwing his body to the side, desperate to dodge Chu Feng's strike.