The patriarch of the Xianhai Fish Clan did not respond. He simply stared at Chu Feng for a long moment, then suddenly spoke: "It's about to end."
Hearing those words, Little Yu'er's mother turned to look at Chu Feng again, only to realize— Despite all the provocations from the Seven Realms Sacred Palace, Chu Feng's bloodline rampage had not erupted fully. Instead, the heaven-obscuring lightning was beginning to dissipate.
Chu Feng had suppressed the power of his bloodline rampage.
"It's over? He actually managed to control it?"
Everyone was stunned by what they were witnessing.
"Could it be that it wasn't a bloodline rampage, but some other technique?"
They had been so certain it was a bloodline rampage.
But now, the experts from every faction could no longer be sure.
According to the records, a bloodline rampage would cause one to lose all reason, making self-control nearly impossible.
Chu Feng's aura was undeniably powerful, yet he had managed to restrain it. That didn't seem like a bloodline rampage at all.
But compared to the others, the Master of the Seven Realms wore a far more somber expression upon seeing Chu Feng's bloodline rampage brought to a halt.
Chu Feng had fully regained his composure. He glanced at the protective formation surrounding him and noticed that cracks had already begun to form.
Then he looked at the Master of the Seven Realms—that complex expression of disappointment, anger, and unwillingness all twisted together.
He realized then that he had very nearly caused a disaster.
Had he continued, he would have destroyed this formation.
And when that happened, he would have had to face the full might of the Seven Realms Sacred Palace head-on.
A bloodline rampage could grant him tremendous power, but it would also strip away his consciousness.
Under those circumstances, everything would be left to fate.
He didn't know whether he could defeat that old fox, the Master of the Seven Realms.
"Chu Feng, have you lost your nerve?"
"So you're nothing but a coward after all."
The elders of the Seven Realms Sacred Palace continued to hurl their provocations at Chu Feng relentlessly.
Now that he was calm, Chu Feng found their behavior utterly laughable.
But he couldn't laugh.
The fury within him still churned, for what they had said concerned his mother.
"I will enter the Seven Realms Sacred Palace again."
"When I do, every last one of you will die."
Chu Feng's icy gaze swept over those elders.
In an instant, all sound ceased.
They felt the overwhelming killing intent radiating from Chu Feng's eyes.
It was the sensation of being locked onto by death itself—as though their doom was already sealed.
And Chu Feng did, in fact, commit each of their faces to memory.
He didn't know whose voice had delivered that covert message earlier.
But Chu Feng felt he couldn't place complete trust in that person.
There remained a possibility that his mother could still have her bloodline stripped away.
If that was true, then every person present today would die.
Not just these people—he would make the entire Seven Realms Sacred Palace pay in blood.
Having spoken those words, Chu Feng stepped through the barrier gate within the formation and returned to the ancient palace.
The moment Chu Feng was gone, the Master of the Seven Realms spun around and retreated into his mobile palace.
With a broad sweep of his sleeve, he deployed a sealing formation that locked down the entire structure.
"Lord Master, are you alright?"