"An eighth-rank Heaven Immortal — a fellow this young, and he's actually at the cultivation of an eighth-rank Heaven Immortal."
"What about that Thunder Mark on his forehead? I've only ever seen Heaven-rank Thunder Marks. I've never once seen one with the character 'Divine' engraved upon it."
"Heavens — could that be the legendary Divine Punishment Mystic Art? This fellow has actually cultivated the legendary Divine Punishment Mystic Art!"
In an instant, exclamations erupted one after another. The guests who had been invited by the Fenyen Demon Clan wore expressions that were utterly priceless — every last one of them had been shaken by Chu Feng's strength.
Buzz— At that moment, Chu Feng clenched one hand, and a lightning-wreathed whip materialized within his grip.
No matter how they probed it with their senses, the whip appeared to be nothing more than a simple condensation of martial force — hardly some fearsome Immortal Technique or secret art.
The crowd couldn't understand why Chu Feng had suddenly conjured such a whip.
And while they were still puzzling over it, Chu Feng slowly spoke.
"People of the Fenyen Demon Clan, listen well. Kneel before me now and pledge your allegiance. Past grievances — I can let them slide, sparing you the pain you would otherwise suffer today."
"But if you refuse to kneel, then today, you will have no choice but to experience the power of this whip in my hands." Chu Feng swept his gaze across the members of the Fenyen Demon Clan as he spoke.
"What? He wants us to kneel and beg for mercy? To bow before him and submit?"
"This fellow — isn't he just a bit too arrogant?"
"Brother Ganghao, you have to teach this guy a lesson. We can't let him get away with this."
The members of the Fenyen Demon Clan clamored ceaselessly. They knew they were no match for Chu Feng, but they simply couldn't stomach his arrogance. In the end, they could only pin all of their hopes on Fenyen Ganghao.
Though Chu Feng had currently used the power of the Divine Punishment Mystic Art to elevate his cultivation to the ninth-rank Heaven Immortal — putting him on roughly equal footing with Fenyen Ganghao — they still held absolute confidence in Fenyen Ganghao.
"Rest easy, brothers. Today, I will give you all a satisfactory answer."
Whoosh— As Fenyen Ganghao finished speaking, he twisted his wrist, and a massive blade measuring over thirty meters long appeared in his hand.
It was a half-complete Immortal Weapon. The moment it was gripped in his hand, Fenyen Ganghao's aura surged dramatically.
At the ninth-rank Heaven Immortal level, he could push the power of a half-complete Immortal Weapon to nearly its absolute limit.
But at the same time, Fenyen Ganghao's body began to undergo a change. Across that mask-like skin of his, red patterns began to emerge — lines of energy released from within his body, capable of piercing through even armor.