"Chu Feng, let this queen out."
Egg Egg's voice rang out. She too sensed that the other party was no ordinary person — otherwise, they couldn't have found Chu Feng so quickly.
Whether it was because this person had planted tracking means inside Chu Feng's grandmother's body that even Chu Feng couldn't perceive, or whether she possessed some other method — facing such a powerful foe, one couldn't afford to be careless.
"It's fine. I can handle it."
But Chu Feng kept his gaze locked on his opponent, making no move to attack and not opening the Gate of the World Spirit either.
Whoosh— Yet who could have predicted that at that very moment, the other party would strike first.
The guest elder's robes fluttered as a wave of oppressive might descended from the heavens above.
Seventh Rank True God — that was the opponent's cultivation.
At this level of cultivation, Chu Feng didn't so much as stir, letting the pressure sweep toward him while remaining completely unscathed.
With just a single layer of barrier power, Chu Feng fended off the attack.
But a chill ran up his spine.
The opponent had appeared behind him like a ghost, a dagger now clutched in each hand.
They were divine weapons, wreathed in dark-red flames of energy — powerful, yet somehow sinister.
The opponent was blindingly fast. Both daggers struck simultaneously, yet their attack patterns were entirely different.
One thrust toward Chu Feng's waist and abdomen, while the other sliced toward his neck.
Chu Feng didn't dodge. Instead, he clenched his fists, and two barrier swords materialized in his hands at once. He pivoted, blocking both attacks in a single fluid motion.
But in the very next instant, even Chu Feng couldn't help but be stunned.
Although he had deflected the daggers, one of his barrier swords had been cleaved in half, and the other had been pierced clean through.
Under normal circumstances, these barrier swords were manifestations of a barrier formation — they should have been able to hold their own against divine weapons, at least to some degree.
Which meant those daggers were far more formidable than they appeared.
Seeing this, Chu Feng retreated.
But his opponent gave him no chance to escape, pressing the advantage as both daggers lashed out once more.
Yet Chu Feng suddenly halted. Two new barrier swords coalesced from his palms, and he surged forward in a counterattack.
In a heartbeat, sword shadows cascaded toward the guest elder like a torrential downpour.
Such a barrage left her no room to evade.
From her perspective, it was as though she had stumbled into his trap.
But in the very next moment, every single sword shadow Chu Feng had unleashed shattered apart like glass.
Chu Feng hastily created distance between them.
He had discovered with shock that the opponent had used nothing but her oppressive might to obliterate his attack.
Her cultivation had risen.
She was no longer a Seventh Rank True God.
She was a Ninth Rank True God.
Against such an existence, Chu Feng's normal methods were no longer sufficient.
Yet rather than pressing her assault, the opponent sheathed both daggers.
"Brother Chu Feng, you're truly impressive. If my cultivation weren't just a bit higher than yours, you would have killed me."
She spoke again, and even her voice had changed noticeably.
Though surprised, Chu Feng recognized the owner of that voice and ventured a tentative question: "Song Yun?"
"Yep, I'm here."
The guest elder pulled back her hood, revealing a radiant, clean, and innocent face.
It was none other than Song Yun.
"You… how did you end up at the Ye Celestial Family?"
"And your cultivation — how did you—" Chu Feng pressed.
Though Song Yun had removed her hood and Chu Feng could see that her aura had long since vanished, he could tell that she had used some method to elevate her cultivation to the Ninth Rank True God.
But this also meant that Song Yun's true cultivation was far above Chu Feng's — otherwise, boosting herself to the Ninth Rank would have been impossible.
Song Yun's smile grew even brighter. She was about to speak when her expression changed drastically, and she began heaving violently.
Each time she retched, enormous quantities of black blood gushed from her mouth — a staggering amount. In just moments, a large pool of blood had formed at her feet.
The blood was not only black, it was roiling and bubbling like molten magma.
"You're sick?" Chu Feng asked.
He could tell that Song Yun's condition didn't seem like an injury — it looked more like an illness.
And now that the aura around Song Yun had completely dissipated, he didn't need her to tell him — he could sense her true cultivation on his own.