"He controlled the Tiger Flood Dragon that easily?"
"Could it be that I'm seeing things?"
The crowd could hardly believe what they were witnessing.
They had already seen with their own eyes just how powerful the Tiger Flood Dragon was.
Yet such a formidable Tiger Flood Dragon had been subdued by Chu Feng.
They could sense Chu Feng's cultivation — he was clearly only a seventh-level Supreme.
How could a seventh-level Supreme control a Martial Ancestor-level existence with six Soul-Attached Treasures?
That obviously defied all logic.
"There's no need to panic. This Tiger Flood Dragon's power is merely at the Martial Ancestor level."
After finishing his words, Chu Feng turned his gaze toward the Tiger Flood Dragon.
"Good thing I woke up in time. If I hadn't, and you had continued evolving — who knows what would have happened?"
"You nearly ruined everything for me."
"Therefore, you must die."
With those words, Chu Feng drove the Tiger Flood Dragon into motion.
Once it broke free of the storm, the Tiger Flood Dragon's complete body finally emerged. Its aura of intimidation was far more formidable than before.
But after flying a short distance, a muffled boom rang out, and the Tiger Flood Dragon's body exploded.
Though its body had exploded, it was not utterly destroyed. Chu Feng had only shattered its flesh and blood while leaving its bones completely intact.
The Tiger Flood Dragon's bones emitted a faint glow and were covered in intricate patterns that concealed the mysteries of martial cultivation.
If the bones of the fierce beasts within the Fierce Beast Prison could be used for cultivation, then these bones would absolutely be a cultivation treasure.
"So the fierce beasts here really are conjured by formations," Chu Feng murmured.
But looking at the Tiger Flood Dragon's bones, Chu Feng felt slightly disappointed.
He had originally planned to collect the essence of the fierce beasts here to help Eggy and Yusha with their cultivation.
However, he discovered that while these fierce beasts were powerful and their bones could be used for cultivation, they possessed no essence whatsoever.
Not only was this the case for the few fierce beasts Li Muzhi and the others had killed earlier, but it was the same for the Tiger Flood Dragon.
This confirmed his suspicion.
These fierce beasts were not born as genuine living beings.
Instead, they had been conjured by a special formation with the aid of a special treasure.
They possessed cultivation and could be cultivated, but... they had no essence.
In truth, they had no souls either.
"The founding ancestor truly was a divine being."
Despite his disappointment, Chu Feng once again marveled at the power of the Sleeping Dragon Martial Arts School's founding ancestor.
To conjure such life with the power of formations — that level of barrier technique was something Chu Feng dared not even imagine.
It was something the current Chu Feng was far from ever being able to reach.
"Look! The storm's power is dissipating!"
"It's been lifted! The crisis has been lifted!"
"Junior Brother Chu Feng, you're incredible! You stopped the Massacre Baptism and prevented this catastrophe!"
As the storm began to dissipate and the terrifying black hurricane faded, the Fierce Beast Prison started returning to its original appearance. The disciples were elated.
Zhao Shi and Ma Yueyue rushed toward Chu Feng in excitement.
Ma Yueyue was the first to embrace him, and seeing this, Zhao Shi threw herself at him as well.
In their eyes, there was nothing but adoration.
In fact, it wasn't just them. Even the other true disciples' gazes toward Chu Feng had changed.
There was a hint of respect in every one of their eyes.
By now, they all knew that this new disciple — who had just joined the school and already broken Lord Dugu Lingtian's record — was not relying on luck. He had real skill.
But facing everyone's praise, Chu Feng simply wore a faint smile and offered no response.
"Thank him?"
"Was it really him who stopped this catastrophe?"
But just as everyone was celebrating, a discordant voice rang out.
The moment those words left that person's lips, the world — which had just been filled with joy — instantly fell deathly silent.
The one who had spoken was none other than Zuoqiu Yanliang.
Everyone could sense Zuoqiu Yanliang's displeasure.
"These Prison King's bones are a cultivation treasure. Everyone here today contributed to stopping the catastrophe. Senior Brother Zuoqiu, the distribution is up to you to decide."
Duanmu looked sycophantically toward Zuoqiu Yanliang.