Thunder coiled around Chu Feng's body.
Without hesitation, he activated the Thunder Mark, Thunder Armor, and Thunder Wings — three techniques that could elevate his cultivation level.
But Chu Feng's true cultivation was that of an Eighth Rank Half-God.
And his opponent was a Ninth Rank Half-God.
Even with Chu Feng boosting himself three ranks and his opponent only two, their combat power should have been equal.
Yet right now, the man was pinned beneath Chu Feng's foot — proof that the gap in their strength was real.
And with that stomp, Chu Feng had knocked off the bamboo hat on the man's head, revealing his true face.
He had small, narrow eyes, and his face was nothing but pits and bumps — an extremely ugly fellow. Those who knew better recognized him as a member of the younger generation; those who didn't would have taken him for some old man.
Whether it was the exposure of his hideous face or the humiliation of being stepped on, he became consumed with fury, murderous intent radiating from him in every direction.
"You bastard! You dare humiliate me? I'll tear you to pieces!!!"
He roared and tried to force himself upright, but Chu Feng applied just a little more pressure, driving his head back down even deeper into the ground.
The gap between them was simply too vast.
It was only because of his superior cultivation that he was even in this fight. At the same level, forget about Chu Feng — even Qin Xuan could have beaten him with ease.
The man clearly refused to accept this. His hand reached for his Universe Bag, and a divine weapon axe dropped into his grasp.
But at that moment, Chu Feng spoke.
"Struggle again, and I'll crush your skull." Chu Feng said.
"You wouldn't dare?!"
The red-robed Ninth Rank Half-God let out an enraged bellow.
He carried himself as though his status was beyond reproach, as though Chu Feng had doomed himself by crossing him.
But compared to his bluster, Chu Feng simply said in a quiet voice: "Try me."
What flowed out along with those words was Chu Feng's killing intent.
It was cold enough to pierce the bone, leaving no room for doubt.
Every member of the Ancient Race present froze, their eyes filling with fear. That included the other two red-robed figures.
As for the Ninth Rank Half-God pinned under Chu Feng's foot, he not only stopped moving — he shut his mouth entirely.
And then, silently, he slipped the divine weapon he had drawn back into his Universe Bag.
He backed down.
But in Chu Feng's eyes, that show of submission was the wisest move the man could have made.
Chu Feng had said what he said. If the man truly dared to keep struggling, Chu Feng would have killed him.
Of course, this was not Chu Feng bullying the weak.
The other party had started this conflict. And judging from their behavior, even if Chu Feng hadn't stood up for the contemporary cultivators, these people would have provoked him the moment they crossed paths.
Chu Feng had seen plenty of people like this.
If he never encountered them, fine. But if he did, enmity would be drawn — that was inevitable.
And did Chu Feng fear such people?
If he were the type to bow before power, he would not be the Chu Feng he was today.
So Chu Feng turned his gaze toward the rest of the Ancient Race.
"Ladies and gentlemen, there was no grudge between us."
"You're the ones who started this."
"Since you've caused trouble, I hope you won't be afraid — we're not unreasonable people. We'll just give you a beating in return, double what you dished out. Just bear with it."
Chu Feng spoke with a smile on his face, as though he were joking.
But the moment his words ended, his sleeve swept through the air, and over a hundred figures materialized within barriers.
They were the likenesses of the ancient cultivators who had bullied the contemporary martial artists — the very images those bullied cultivators had drawn.
Chu Feng then turned to look at the contemporary cultivators behind him.
"Everyone, look carefully. An eye for an eye, but make sure you hit the right targets. Whoever beat you — that's who you beat. Give them everything you've got."
The moment those words left his lips, the group led by Qin Xuan surged forward.
The ones who had stayed were the ones who still had guts. The cowards who feared trouble — the ones already kneeling and begging for mercy — would never have chased after anyone for revenge.
Those who had knelt and begged had left. Even if they had stayed, with Chu Feng backing them, they still wouldn't have dared to take revenge.
They feared retaliation from the Ancient Race.
But the ones who remained here were not afraid.