"Chu Feng, remember my words. Today, no matter what, you will die here."
When Chu Zhiyuan said these words to Chu Feng, his face practically spelled out four words: brimming with confidence.
"Then I really can't wait to see what you've got," Chu Feng said.
"As you wish."
The moment Chu Zhiyuan finished speaking, winds surged and clouds churned as thunder rumbled forth. He unleashed the Self-Punishment Mystic Art, and under its power, a character for "Heaven" appeared on his forehead.
The moment the Heavenly-grade lightning mark manifested, Chu Zhiyuan's aura immediately soared from the eighth rank of True Immortal to the ninth rank.
"So he's also cultivating the Heavenly Punishment Mystic Art. Worthy of being called a genius, I suppose."
Chu Feng thought to himself. Though he disliked Chu Zhiyuan quite a bit, he had to admit that the man was indeed a remarkable martial cultivator. After all, the Heavenly Punishment Mystic Art was the second most powerful technique, ranking just below the Divine Punishment Mystic Art.
The Heavenly Punishment Mystic Art was absolutely not something ordinary people could cultivate. But anyone who successfully mastered it could rightfully claim the title of genius.
Whoosh— After boosting his cultivation, Chu Zhiyuan flicked his wrist and produced his half-step Immortal Armament. Unquestionably, the quality of his half-step Immortal Armament was also exceptional.
However, his half-step Immortal Armament was quite different from the usual kind.
Ordinary half-step Immortal Armaments were mostly blades and other edged weapons. Weapons like those could deliver the most direct offensive power and synergize well with martial techniques, making them the natural choice for cultivators.
But the half-step Immortal Armament in Chu Zhiyuan's hand was a jar. The jar looked terribly worn and battered, yet it radiated an incredibly powerful aura.
The moment that jar appeared, Chu Feng felt a faint sense of unease.
Normal half-step Immortal Armaments, regardless of their strength, emitted the fierce and powerful energy of Immortal force. But the aura emanating from the jar in Chu Zhiyuan's hand was the exact opposite — it was a presence somewhat similar to that of the Queen.
More precisely, it was a dark and sinister power. Though it was equally formidable, it was distinctly different from ordinary Immortal force.
Regardless, once Chu Zhiyuan revealed this half-step Immortal Armament, his combat strength received a tremendous boost.
"Is that all you've got? Because I'm afraid that won't be enough to take me down," Chu Feng said.
Though Chu Zhiyuan's Heavenly Punishment Mystic Art and half-step Immortal Armament had caught Chu Feng slightly off guard, the strength Chu Zhiyuan was currently displaying was roughly on par with Chu Ruoshi's level.
That level of power couldn't even withstand a single strike from the Queen, let alone hope to defeat Chu Feng.
"Don't worry. I'll show you right now why, even after witnessing the power of your Spirit, I still dared to challenge you."
As Chu Zhiyuan spoke, his gaze shifted once more — it became incomparably vicious, the kind of look that no normal human being could produce.
Before long, Chu Zhiyuan's eyes began to transform. They turned a deep, blood-red color.