"What exactly is going on with this guy?"
Linghu Mingye stared at Chu Feng inside the Immortal Armament pill furnace, his brow deeply furrowed, his eyes filled with both confusion and unease.
Although Chu Feng was still inside the pill furnace at this moment, it no longer seemed to have any effect on him whatsoever.
Whoosh— Suddenly, Linghu Mingye swept his sleeve, and the Immortal Armament pill furnace began to shrink, eventually being stored inside his Universe Bag.
Chu Feng, who had been inside the furnace, descended to the ground in a seated position.
His eyes remained closed, as though he had entered a state of cultivation.
"What, are you playing the part of some transcendent expert?" Linghu Mingye asked coldly.
Yet Chu Feng offered no response. He did not even twitch an eyelid, as though he had not heard Linghu Mingye's words at all.
"Do you really think you're some transcendent expert?"
In a sudden burst of fury, Linghu Mingye roared, and the overwhelming pressure of a second rank Martial Immortal surged toward Chu Feng like a tidal wave.
However, as violent as that pressure was, the moment it drew near Chu Feng, its power plummeted.
No — it did not merely diminish. It was completely neutralized.
Such tremendous pressure should have shattered Chu Feng's body on the spot, yet as it swept past him, Chu Feng remained utterly unharmed.
"What's going on?"
At the sight of this, Linghu Mingye's brow was no longer merely furrowed — his sharp brows shot upward, and a dense look of shock surged into his eyes.
The transformation before him had caught him completely off guard.
Whoosh— In a flash, Linghu Mingye twisted his wrist, and an Immortal Armament long sword materialized in his hand.
This Immortal Armament long sword was far more formidable than the pill furnace he had used before.
With the sword in hand, Linghu Mingye's power surged dramatically.
But he did not stop there. A Heavenly level symbol surfaced on his forehead, and his aura rose from the second rank of Martial Immortal all the way to the third rank.
"Die."
In a sudden eruption, the Immortal Armament long sword in Linghu Mingye's hand pointed straight at Chu Feng.
A golden blade of sword energy materialized and shot toward Chu Feng.
The distance between them was already short, and the blade of energy was so massive that it reached Chu Feng almost the instant it was launched.
Hummm— Yet that devastating blade of sword energy — powerful enough to tear through the very void — passed through Chu Feng's body like thin air the moment it drew near.
Its form remained intact. Its power remained undiminished. But… it could not harm Chu Feng.
"What… what is this?"
Linghu Mingye stared at Chu Feng, and now it was not merely profound shock that filled his eyes — an intense, gnawing unease had taken root as well.
"It's useless."
At that moment, Chu Feng, who had remained silent for so long, finally spoke.
As his voice rang out, he slowly rose to his feet, opened his eyes, and fixed his gaze upon Linghu Mingye.
"What kind of trick are you pulling?"
"Could it be you still possess some supreme treasure?"
Linghu Mingye stared at Chu Feng with a grave expression.
"Whether I have a supreme treasure or what methods I've employed — none of that concerns you."
"All you need to understand is this: from this moment forward, it is no longer you who calls the shots within this Saint Spirit Light formation. It is I, Chu Feng."