"Despicable, shameless wretch — you will die!"
Suddenly, a terrifying wave of killing intent erupted from Li Anzhi's body.
In the next moment, Li Anzhi shot into the air, wielding his semi-immortal weapon as he charged straight at Chu Feng.
Mid-flight, he spun the weapon in his hand, its blade revolving with his arm and splitting into countless streaks of light. From within that storm of radiance, purple light-blades crackled with raging lightning, sweeping toward Chu Feng like a torrential downpour.
Yet even as Li Anzhi surged forward to attack, Chu Feng simultaneously launched himself skyward. Immortal weapon in hand, he flew straight into the rain of light-blades like a warrior charging alone into an enemy formation.
The light-blades were devastating — a single hit would mean death or grievous injury, let alone this many.
But Chu Feng showed not the slightest fear. His Immortal weapon swept through the air in rapid arcs, and every last purple light-blade was brutally shattered to pieces.
In the blink of an eye, the two combatants closed the distance between them. Their weapons rose in unison, and with a deafening clang, sparks erupted in every direction. Waves of destructive force rippled outward, and Li Anzhi was sent hurtling backward — his semi-immortal weapon knocked from his grasp.
Li Anzhi crashed heavily to the ground once more, and at the same time, his semi-immortal weapon clattered to the earth some distance away.
"This…"
The crowd was stunned. Even the older generation of powerhouses wore expressions of complicated shock on their weathered faces.
If it had been anyone else, perhaps they could have accepted it — after all, Chu Feng had always been breathtakingly gifted, long recognized across the Great Thousand Upper Realm as a monstrous genius.
But his opponent was Li Anzhi. Not only was Li Anzhi the strongest junior of the Li Heavenly Clan in the current generation, he was also one of the ten strongest juniors in the entire Martial Ancestor Starfield.
And yet this very Li Anzhi had been utterly powerless before Chu Feng.
"It's useless. No matter how many times you try, the result will be the same."
"Li Anzhi — today, you have lost."
Chu Feng stood suspended in the sky, Immortal weapon in hand, treading the void as if it were solid ground.
He was far from the strongest person present.
But standing there, he was like a king — and every junior present felt a chill of dread in their hearts.
Those from the Great Thousand Upper Realm who had once been Chu Feng's enemies were especially filled with regret.
Only now did they suddenly understand just how vast the gap between them and Chu Feng truly was.
Only now did they realize that the one they had been facing was no ordinary junior.
Only now did they comprehend why Chu Feng was the grandson of Chu Hanxian, why he was the son of Chu Xuanyuan.
"Heh…"
"Heh heh heh heh…"
Yet just when everyone believed the outcome was decided and the matter settled, the fallen Li Anzhi slowly rose to his feet once more — a cold, mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Everyone was bewildered. Why would Li Anzhi laugh like that? Was he unable to endure the humiliation of defeat, or was there something else behind it?
Suddenly, he raised his head and fixed his gaze upon Chu Feng.
In that moment, Li Anzhi's eyes were filled not only with killing intent — his entire look had transformed.
His eyes were like those of a predator. His stare was like a blade.
As he locked eyes with Chu Feng, he flicked his wrist, and the semi-immortal weapon lying some distance away was drawn through the air back into his hand.
Once the weapon was firmly in his grip, Li Anzhi finally spoke.
"Chu Feng — you think you've won?"
"Allow me, Li Anzhi, to show you just what kind of power the Ten Stars of Martial Ancestor truly possess."
With those words, a torrent of Immortal-level martial power surged from his body. That power coalesced into a hurricane, swirling around Li Anzhi like a shield of devastating force.