"Old man with the black hair, that strike of yours sure felt good."
"As a reward, I'll let you feel good too."
After saying these words to the black-haired Saint-level elder, Fei vanished from where he stood.
Both Saint-level elders sensed the danger instantly and immediately activated the power of their Holy Formations.
Radiant light erupted around them, and their battle power surged.
When Fei reappeared, he was already right in front of the black-haired elder. Extending his sharp claw, he reached straight for the old man's head.
The posture was that of a beast about to crush the black-haired Saint-level elder's skull with its bare grip.
The black-haired Saint-level elder, empowered by the Holy Formation, had grown vastly stronger.
Yet facing Fei's clawing hand, his evasive speed was somehow not fast enough.
With no other choice, he hastily deployed a defensive formation to block the strike.
At the same time, the white-haired Saint-level elder set up an offensive formation and launched it at Fei.
But all five of Fei's fingers pierced straight through the defensive formation. With a violent swing of his arm, he tore the formation apart like it was nothing.
A powerful defensive formation, in front of him, was as fragile as paper.
The martial force ripple generated by that arm swing simultaneously annihilated the white-haired Saint-level elder's offensive formation as well.
"Go."
Seeing this, the white-haired Saint-level elder's eyes filled with terror. He formed a hand seal, and in the next instant, teleportation energy enveloped him and he vanished.
The black-haired Saint-level elder did the same, forming his own hand seal and disappearing.
"Trying to run?"
"Think you can escape me?"
Fei roared, and from within his body, green flames erupted.
Wherever those flames passed, everything corroded—even space itself was eaten away.
The members of the Seven Realms Holy Mansion let out wretched screams as their bodies began to corrode as well.
However, the cries of those two Saint-level elders were nowhere to be heard.
"Tch, they actually got away."
"How embarrassing is that?"
Fei muttered to himself.
But the battle was decided. He wasted no more words, flicked his wide sleeve, collected the treasures left behind by the members of the Seven Realms Holy Mansion, and departed on the spot.
Only a crowd of onlookers remained, frozen in place with lingering fear written across their faces.
When Fei returned to Chu Feng, he tossed the treasures over.
"Take them. They're useless to me."
Among those items were not only treasures but also the essences of those Spirit World Masters.
Chu Feng accepted them without standing on ceremony, but grinned as he said, "Brother Fei, you've been hiding your true strength."
"Chu Feng, you flatter me."
Fei returned the smile, though it was somewhat awkward.
He felt that after boasting so boldly, still letting those two escape was a bit of a blow to his pride.
"Their teleportation formations were pre-established. Originally, they were capable of carrying everyone away."
"Probably after seeing what you could do, they panicked and abandoned everyone else, concentrating the teleportation power on themselves."
Chu Feng said.
In his view, while Fei was certainly powerful, the two Saint-level elders had also displayed formidable strength.
If they had actually fought it out, those two Saint-level elders might not have been Fei's match.
But they wouldn't have lost immediately either.
The fact that they chose to flee the very instant they clashed was purely because Fei's imposing aura had terrified them.
"Fei, maintaining this state the whole time—doesn't that consume a lot of energy?"
Little Fish asked curiously, studying Fei's appearance.
Generally speaking, power-boosting abilities could not be maintained indefinitely.
Take her own bloodline power, or Chu Feng's Thunder Armor, or even the Holy Formations of those two Saint-level elders—all of them were deployed during combat and immediately dismissed afterward to avoid unnecessary waste.
Yet Fei had been consistently maintaining his humanoid-monster form, showing no intention of reverting.
Before Fei could answer, Chu Feng spoke: "If I'm not mistaken."
"This is Brother Fei's true form. That human appearance was actually a disguise—it was even suppressing Brother Fei's cultivation."
The reason Chu Feng said this was that he felt Fei's cultivation level didn't appear to be artificially boosted. Rather, his true cultivation had always been that of a Fifth-grade Heavenly God.
"Oh my, Chu Feng, you're sharp—you actually figured it out."
"Actually, that boyish look of mine is a sealing technique my Master used on me to suppress my violent nature."
"This cool appearance right here? This is my real self."
Fei said.
Hearing this, everyone fell silent.
"Cool" wasn't exactly the word that came to mind.
"Mind if I ask—just where exactly do you come from?"
Long Mucheng asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
Before, she had only guessed, but now she felt that Fei's origins were far from ordinary.