"Allow me to show you what real lightning looks like." Chu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. Then his body continued to spin.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle— As he spun, light flickered and flickered, and countless bolts of lightning erupted from within his body like bladed edges, shooting outward in every direction.
Wherever the lightning passed, all was destroyed, all was annihilated. Even the golden radiance shielding Leng Yue could do nothing to stop it.
In the end, a total of six bolts of lightning pierced through Leng Yue's hands, feet, chest, and abdomen.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The moment the lightning entered her body, Leng Yue let out a piercing scream. Then her entire figure plummeted from the sky like a kite with its string cut, crashing to the ground.
The sheer force of the impact sent the semi-emperor weapon in her hand flying a great distance away.
"What was that lightning just now? Could it be a Heavenly Restriction martial technique? But why does it look so similar to the lightning on Chu Feng's body?"
Everything had happened too fast. Baili Xinghe hadn't been able to make out Chu Feng's movements, but he had seen those bolts of lightning, and he had felt the terror they carried.
And now, watching Leng Yue rolling on the ground, screaming over and over again— Baili Xinghe knew that regardless of what means Chu Feng had just employed, he had succeeded in breaking through Leng Yue's Heavenly Restriction Dao Light Seal. He had successfully dealt her a devastating blow.
This battle—Chu Feng had won!!!
"Impossible! This is impossible! How could I lose?!"
"Wuwaah—" Leng Yue struggled desperately to rise to her feet, but the lightning that had pierced through her body had left a remnant behind inside her.
It was that remnant that tormented Leng Yue to the point of agony, robbing her of every ounce of strength in her body. She couldn't even summon the power to stand.
"The art of war favors deception, Leng Yue. Your defeat was no injustice." At that moment, Chu Feng's voice drifted down from the sky above.
"Chu Feng, you—" Lying there, Leng Yue froze as she looked up at Chu Feng's face—calm, composed, gazing down at her with a beaming smile.
Chu Feng's gaze was so dismissive, so teasing—like a man toying with a plaything.
A plaything. That was exactly what she was to him. Despite her overwhelming power, she had been played in the palm of his hand from the very beginning.
Everything had been a lie. The way he had acted like a clown, the way he had looked utterly flustered and exasperated—all of it had been an act.
Chu Feng had wanted her to lower her guard, then find an opening to close the distance and launch that surprise attack.
Thud— Leng Yue collapsed onto the ground, her face ashen as death.
Now that she had finally realized the truth, it was already too late. In this contest, she had truly lost.
Not in cultivation, not in combat power, not in martial technique—she had lost in cunning.
But the more she thought about it, the more bitter she became.
"Damn it." Leng Yue had forgotten the pain coursing through her body, her jade-like fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Defeat. For the first time in her life, she had been defeated—and defeated so thoroughly.
"Chu Feng, what are you doing?!" But then Leng Yue's expression changed drastically, and she looked up with a sharp shout.
It was Chu Feng. He had appeared right in front of her. Not only had he closed the distance—he had snatched the Universe Bag from her waist.
That Universe Bag had been tethered to her body with a barrier line, something no ordinary person could ever take from her. But Chu Feng had severed the barrier line as easily as cutting a string, and every single one of Leng Yue's Universe Bags was now in his possession.
"What am I doing? Leng Yue, a bet is a bet—you lost fair and square. Did you already forget what you said before?" Chu Feng flashed a wicked grin. His gaze swept shamelessly over her body once more as he added, "But since you're in no condition to fight back… I think I'll help myself to those clothes of yours too."