"Elder Saint, what do you mean?" the middle-aged man finally realized something was off.
"Of course I'm worried he'll be beaten to death by Chu Feng," the colossal being said.
"That can't happen. Feng Liu may not be the best, but he wouldn't be beaten to death, would he?"
"And even if Feng Liu were no match for Chu Feng — would that Chu Feng actually dare?"
"Hasn't he already figured out that we're testing him?"
"Would he still dare to strike hard?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Being polite doesn't mean he's timid. Rumor has it that Chu Feng is quite bold," the colossal being said.
"Bold? I don't believe he's truly that bold."
"And besides, I don't believe Feng Liu would be reduced to such a sorry state."
"Elder Saint, you need to have more confidence in the younger generation of our Three Saints Monster Clan," the middle-aged man said.
The colossal being fell silent.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng was in the process of breaking through a formation.
In truth, ever since entering the Barrier Gate, he had found himself inside a cavern. As he pressed forward, he had already encountered quite a few formations like this one.
This particular formation was somewhat special — it could be broken through by brute force, or it could be unraveled using barrier arts.
Chu Feng felt that breaking it with barrier arts would be too easy, so he deliberately opted to use martial force instead.
But with the mindset of a Spirit World Master, even breaking it by force was fairly effortless.
Before long, the formation before him was also solved.
After being solved, the barrier formation's power didn't dissipate entirely. Instead, it coalesced into a barrier gate.
Moreover, the stone door ahead showed no sign of opening.
This was likely a dead end. If Chu Feng wanted to continue forward, he could only enter this barrier gate.
Stepping through the barrier gate, Chu Feng found himself in yet another cavern.
This cavern was incredibly vast, resembling a grand hall carved out by savages.
That was the best way to describe it — the cavern had been specially sculpted to resemble a hall. But the ornamentation was rather simple; despite having been carved, everything looked rough and crude.
What caught Chu Feng's attention, however, were the one or two barrier gates inside.
One barrier gate was located deep within the cavern and appeared to be closed.
Another barrier gate was on the left side and was currently open.
But most importantly, at the center of the cavern sat a raised platform, and atop it rested a chest.
The platform was sealed by a barrier, making it impossible to see what lay inside the chest.
Standing before the chest was a man roughly three meters tall — gaunt and elongated, with a head of white hair.
The moment the white-haired man saw Chu Feng, he let out a visible sigh of relief.
"So you finally show up. Doing that on purpose to imitate the cool act of modern cultivators?" The white-haired man sneered.
The words seemed directed at Chu Feng, but sounded more like a mutter to himself.
"Who are you?" Chu Feng asked.
Noticing the hostility in the other's tone, Chu Feng didn't bother with a bow or any courtesy. His voice carried not a shred of politeness either.
That was how Chu Feng always was.
I don't care who you are — if you're polite to me, I'll be polite to you. But if you put on airs with me, I won't give you face.
"Oh, so he can talk."
"Trying to act tough, are you?"
"Don't bother posturing in front of me. I don't have time for that."
"Defeat you, and that treasure is mine."
As the white-haired man spoke, he struck without hesitation. Light blazed outward as a massive barrier sword shot straight at Chu Feng.
Barrier Arts!
The white-haired man's barrier power was at the Venerable Dragon Spirit Robe level, but his barrier combat strength was comparable to the Sacred Dragon Spirit Robe.
Seeing this, Chu Feng didn't dawdle either. He formed hand seals and raised a finger.
In an instant, a tremendous surge of barrier power erupted from within him, transforming into a sky full of swords that rained toward the colossal barrier sword.
"Immortal Dragon Spirit Robe?"
But once Chu Feng made his move, the white-haired man's face filled with surprise.
His attack had been completely unrestrained.
After all, he knew that his opponent this time would most likely be quite powerful.
But the other party had only the Immortal Dragon Spirit Robe? That left him scratching his head.
After all, the combat strength of the Immortal Dragon Spirit Robe was only comparable to a seventh-grade Half God.
And his own barrier combat strength was already comparable to a ninth-grade Half God.
How was the opponent even weaker than the ones he had faced before?
Was this truly the caliber of today's cultivators?