The man's combat strength surged with terrifying ferocity — compared to the pack of wolf demon beasts, he was far more beast-like than they were.
In an instant, blood sprayed in all directions and wails of agony filled the air. Any wolf demon beast that drew near the man was torn to shreds and ripped apart in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, the wolf demon beasts' assault weakened. The pack lurking at a distance dared not advance, clearly having lost their will to fight.
But then, a formidable wave of pressure descended from the heavens. This power was on an entirely different level — not merely powerful, but covering an expanse so vast it was staggering.
The wolf demon beasts didn't even have time to scream before they were all crushed to pulp beneath the force.
It was, naturally, the sage-like old man who had acted.
Yet once every wolf demon beast lay dead, their mangled remains dissolved into wisps of mist and scattered away — not a single drop of blood was left behind.
"Is this the work of the same entity?"
"How extraordinary."
This scene piqued Chu Feng's curiosity.
Before the wolf demon beasts had all perished, both their reactions and their corpses had looked like those of living, breathing creatures. But once they all died, they simultaneously dissipated — clearly some kind of technique.
Though their strength was far inferior to that of the bat demon beast, they very likely originated from the same hand, just as the bat had.
But this was far too sophisticated. Even a barrier formation would struggle to achieve such realism — and this wasn't even a barrier formation at all.
It only deepened Chu Feng's curiosity about what kind of beings existed within this Era of Gods.
"Senior, who are you?"
The man took the opportunity to look around and naturally noticed Chu Feng and the other two. But his gaze fixed squarely on the old man.
He knew full well it was the old man who had saved him.
"Hello there, young friend."
"This old man's surname is Song — you can just call me Old Man Song."
"As for this one, I trust you already know who he is?" The old man pointed toward Chu Feng.
But the man shook his head. "I don't recognize him."
"You — you don't know young friend Chu Feng?" The old man was quite taken aback.
At that, the man scratched his head, flashed a row of bright white teeth, and grinned broadly. "Senior, I've been in seclusion for years on end. I only recently emerged, so I know very little — I'd simply heard that the Era of Gods had opened, and I came to join in on the excitement."
"Oh, I see. That's perfectly understandable." The old man chuckled as well.
"Senior, meeting by fate like this is destiny — might we travel together?" the man asked.
"Of course." The old man swept his sleeve and brought the man to his side. "I still don't know what to call you."
"Oh — my surname is Zhao. I'm the eighth brother in the family, and my close friends all call me Laoba."
"Senior, and you as well, young friend — if you don't mind, just call me Laoba," the man said.
"Zhao Laoba?"
"Well, well. Tell me, Laoba — which sect or school do you hail from?" the old man asked.
As they chatted while traveling, they learned more.
This man named Zhao Laoba hailed from a unique clan. They rarely made their presence known, being a reclusive family, so very few people knew of their existence.
Of course, Laoba also learned a fair bit about Chu Feng from the old man. Once he heard of Chu Feng's exploits, the way he looked at Chu Feng completely changed.
"Well, well — if that's the case, then I've just met the strongest young generation cultivator of this era."