Two top-tier experts from the Heavenly Demon Party were sent flying in an instant. The members of the Heavenly Demon Party froze on the spot, and the six experts besieging Shi Feng momentarily forgot to continue attacking. They stared in disbelief at Shi Feng, who stood there calmly without having moved a single step.
If any other top-tier expert had sent someone flying over ten yards, they would have been mildly surprised at most. But just how powerful were the two top-tier experts who had been blown away by Shi Feng? They knew better than anyone.
Setting aside combat skill, their weapons and equipment alone were at the current pinnacle—full sets of level-65 dark gold gear, equipped with epic-grade weapons. Even the monster-level experts in their guild only had two or three additional epic-grade pieces.
Moreover, both of them were genuine Berserkers. In terms of raw strength stats, they could go head-to-head with even monster-level powerhouses without falling behind. Yet now they had been swatted aside just like that.
The impact from the collision had even left both their arms locked in a state of stiffness…
"How can his strength possibly be this high?" Zhan Baiya stared fixedly at Shi Feng, his eyes filled with shock.
Thanks to certain opportunities and their weapons and equipment, the two of them could produce strength comparable to a Great Lord of the same level. They could even face a strength-type Great Lord head-on without backing down.
Yet against their combined assault, Shi Feng had not only blocked it effortlessly but had also sent them both flying in an instant. A high-level Great Lord of the same tier would be hard-pressed to do any better.
A monster whose base strength stats rivaled a high-level Great Lord of the same tier?
The moment that thought crossed his mind, Zhan Baiya's expression turned graver than it had ever been.
Before the members of the Heavenly Demon Party could react, Shi Feng suddenly stepped forward. The dual swords in his hands burst with dazzling radiance, beautiful and sacred, like a lotus blossom unfurling.
Samsara Sword Light!
Twelve beams of sword light pierced through the six Flowing Water Realm experts surrounding him. Though these Flowing Water Realm experts had already sensed the attack, the twelve sword beams were simply too fast. Every single beam struck precisely at the blind spots in their defenses. Even though they knew exactly what was happening, they were half a beat too slow—they could only watch as the sword light pierced through them.
In the blink of an eye, all six Flowing Water Realm experts lay at Shi Feng's feet, motionless. The healers in the back row hadn't even had time to treat them.
"That's insane! That kind of strength and speed—even the old man in the guild would probably fall a notch short," Sheng Wuji muttered from the sidelines, clicking his tongue.
The members of the Heavenly Dragon Mansion who heard Sheng Wuji's words turned to look at Shi Feng with expressions of disbelief, their eyes full of both awe and fear.
Sheng Wuji was already a pillar of their guild. The number of people he would refer to as "old man" could be counted on one hand—and those two or three individuals were people whom even the guild master greeted with the utmost respect.
As for their equipment, there had always been speculation within the guild. The most common guess was that each of them possessed more than seven epic-grade items—absolute peak-level gear in the current Divine Realm.
But now Sheng Wuji was saying that Shi Feng's base stats exceeded even those people's? How was that possible?
Yet since it had come from Sheng Wuji's mouth, they had no choice but to accept it. Sheng Wuji was a monster within the guild, and his judgment and experience were simply beyond what any of them could compare to. If he said so, it was almost certainly true.
What they couldn't imagine was that a mere small guild like Zero Wing had actually brought Shi Feng to such a level.
The thing about weapons and equipment was that they needed to be a proper match. Even epic-grade weapons and equipment were no exception—ill-fitting gear might boost stats on paper, but a player's actual combat effectiveness could actually decrease rather than increase. And even setting that aside, assembling more than seven epic-grade items was extraordinarily difficult.
First, epic-grade items were exceedingly rare.
Second, the duplication rate across equipment slots was extremely high. Many first-rate guilds might have twenty or thirty epic-grade items, but they mostly covered the same slots—head, legs, feet, and so on—with very few in other slots like cloaks, belts, or shoulder pieces.
So for a single player to assemble seven or more epic-grade pieces was incredibly difficult, even for a mega-guild like theirs.
After Shi Feng had slain the six experts of the Heavenly Demon Party, Zhan Baiya no longer dared to be careless. He immediately pulled a vial of purple-gold potion from his inventory. The vial was crafted from magic crystal, and the dense magical energy it radiated could be clearly felt even dozens of yards away.
It wasn't just Zhan Baiya who produced this potion. In total, five players, Zhan Baiya included, took out vials of the same purple-gold potion and downed them in one gulp.
The instant they drank the potion, a purple-gold divine rune suddenly appeared on each of their foreheads. The aura radiating from their bodies surged upward, tier by tier, like primordial beasts awakening.
"No way—the Heavenly Demon Party actually prepared five vials of the Divine Protection Elixir?" Sheng Wuji watched the five members of the Heavenly Demon Party down their potions, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily.
The Divine Protection Elixir could only be obtained in the ancient ruins of the Fire Dragon Empire. Each vial was worth no less than a single epic-grade item—its rarity went without saying. Even his own Jiaolong Party had only prepared two vials.