"He broke through in just three days. I wonder if it's talent or if he had been accumulating for so long that he was just one step away."
The golden-haired young man at the forefront looked toward Long Mucheng.
This remark made it clear that he had discovered Chu Feng and the others long ago. The reason he hadn't acted was because he had been waiting for Long Mucheng to complete her breakthrough.
It also demonstrated that the opponent's strength was formidable — he feared neither them nor a First Grade Heavenly God.
Coupled with what Chu Feng had said earlier, even Long Mochuan, Long Moxiao, and Long Mucheng all felt immense pressure.
Long Mucheng, who had always been short-tempered, was so frightened that she clenched her small fists. At this moment, she was too nervous to speak, her heart pounding wildly.
"Where did you get that armor?" But just then, Chu Feng spoke up, his gaze fixed on the armor worn by the golden-haired young man.
The Immortal Sea Fish Clan had completely vanished, and the devastation within their territory remained fresh in Chu Feng's memory.
No matter how he looked at it, the Immortal Sea Fish Clan appeared to have suffered a catastrophic disaster.
Although Little Fish and the Immortal Sea's young prodigy had once asked the Martial Commerce Association's president to send word to Chu Feng, assuring him of their safety...
Chu Feng still didn't know what exactly they had gone through.
But the golden-haired young man didn't even glance at Chu Feng, continuing to look at Long Mucheng instead.
"So, how does this power feel?" the golden-haired young man asked.
"This power is extraordinary. Nowhere in the vast Martial Cultivation World can one find its equal — it is truly one of a kind. I'm deeply grateful," Long Mucheng hastily bowed, then continued: "We came here not knowing whose territory this was. We thought it was power left behind by ancient predecessors."
"If we caused any offense, please forgive us."
"Since it belongs to someone, I should certainly offer my sincere thanks."
As she spoke, Long Mucheng produced a Universe Bag. With her head lowered but both hands raised high, she sent it flying toward the golden-haired young man.
The golden-haired young man caught the Universe Bag and smiled faintly: "You're quite polite, I'll give you that."
But then, with a flick of his wide sleeve, he threw the Universe Bag right at Long Mucheng's feet: "In that case, this god won't make things difficult for you. Destroy your own cultivation, and I'll spare your life."
The moment these words left his mouth, the expressions of Long Mucheng and the others shifted dramatically.
They had thought he was a friendly person, but it turned out they had been gravely mistaken.
"My lord, you're quite the joker," Long Mochuan said with a forced laugh.
"A joke?"
The golden-haired man's smile turned contemptuous, and then his expression suddenly turned cold: "You insignificant ants — do you think this god would joke with you?"
At that moment, Long Mucheng's gaze changed instantly.
She yanked Chu Feng and the others behind her, then picked up the Universe Bag from the ground and looked at the golden-haired young man.
"Not appreciating the face I'm giving you, are you?"
Facing this sudden shift in Long Mucheng's tone, the golden-haired young man wasn't angered. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at her with mockery: "Oh ho, the ant is angry. So that means you won't destroy your own cultivation and want this god to do it for you?"
Long Mucheng scoffed: "Fine then. Let me see just what you're capable of."
The moment Long Mucheng finished speaking, a powerful wave of martial power enveloped Chu Feng and the others.
At the same time, a gentle force quickly pushed them far away.
By the time Chu Feng and the others realized what was happening, Long Mucheng and the golden-haired young man and his group had already vanished from their sight.
It was Long Mucheng who had pushed them away.
Chu Feng and the others immediately tried to use their observational techniques to assess the situation.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM— But before they could even activate their techniques, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble violently. Enormous martial power ripples surged from the distance, blanketing everything visible, and charged toward them with the force to devour heaven and earth.
Fortunately, Long Mucheng had used her martial power to shield them. Otherwise, the ripples alone would have been enough to reduce them to ash.
But even so, the ripples crashed around them like relentless tides, and they had been completely engulfed by the shockwaves.
Chu Feng activated his Heavenly Eye.
Long Moxiao and Long Mochuan also employed their respective techniques.
But they couldn't perceive Long Mucheng's figure at all — they could only track her aura, determining that she was moving rapidly.
As for the golden-haired young man, he remained in that stretch of void the entire time, still straddling the red-robed figure beneath him, without having moved a single step.
His gaze remained fixed straight ahead.
"This doesn't look good."
Both Long Moxiao and Long Mochuan furrowed their brows tightly.
Compared to Chu Feng and the others, as a Ninth Grade True Dragon Spirit World Master, Long Moxiao could see things more clearly.
He could faintly make out that Long Mucheng had already drawn her divine weapon, and he could sense that she had unleashed powerful martial techniques.
Yet that golden-haired young man hadn't even drawn a weapon — he hadn't so much as moved.
But somehow, every one of Long Mucheng's attacks had been effortlessly blocked by the man.
All signs pointed to the golden-haired young man possessing truly terrifying strength.
"Damn it — is it that I haven't mastered the power of a Heavenly God? Or is he concealing his true cultivation?"
Long Mucheng, in the thick of battle, felt just as panicked inside.
After their brief exchange, she could sense that his cultivation was the same as hers — both at First Grade Heavenly God.
Yet the gap between their combat strength felt like the difference between heaven and earth.
Divine weapons — those weapons that drastically amplified combat power — were already in her hands. Powerful martial techniques were unleashed one after another.
But the opponent hadn't moved at all. He hadn't even looked at her.
He responded purely through the pressure he released with his will alone.