Battle Against Chang'an: The Wind Emperor Collapses

"Defeated opponent?"

These words carried immense weight for Feng Wuliang.

Even after attaining the rank of Great Emperor, he had trained relentlessly—all to wash away the humiliation of that past defeat.

The battle back then had dealt him a devastating blow.

Feng Wuliang stopped wasting words, his expression turning grave. In an instant, an overwhelming aura enveloped the entire imperial capital.

Under this terrifying pressure, even the Third Elder of the Gu Family found it hard to endure.

"I never imagined the Carefree Wind Emperor's strength has reached such heights."

"He doesn't pale in comparison to the three Great Emperors beneath our Gu Family's ancestral founder," the Third Elder remarked in astonishment.

After speaking, the elder glanced toward Da Huang's group. Gu Xian'er and Wu Mingdao remained completely unaffected—likely shielded by Da Huang from the Great Emperor's oppressive aura.

A peak ninth-rank demon beast?

While they were spared the worst, the rest of the capital's inhabitants suffered terribly.

The moment the aura erupted, nearly half the city's population collapsed unconscious. Those still conscious trembled uncontrollably, prostrating on the ground.

"Such terrifying power… Is this the might of a Great Emperor?"

"Truly horrifying!"

Even Yin Gongyu and his companions were awestruck. The strength of a Great Emperor had once again shattered their understanding.

Thankfully, Feng Wuliang was here this time. Otherwise, could the imperial family have withstood Chen Chang'an's assault?

No.

They were not even in the same league.

Just as the imperial family silently rejoiced, Feng Wuliang appeared before Chen Chang'an like a ghost.

Seeing Feng Wuliang approach, Chen Chang'an remained utterly composed, not even bothering to raise a hand in defense.

This sight struck Feng Wuliang like a thunderbolt, flooding his mind with memories.

Again?

Just like before?

The same scenario, only the time and place had changed.

Yet Chen Chang'an… still regarded him with the same indifference, refusing even to defend himself.

"Chen Chang'an! Stop looking down on me!"

"I… am not the same as I was back then!"

Feng Wuliang struck out in fury, holding nothing back. His palm slammed heavily into Chen Chang'an's body.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion shook the heavens, as if divine thunder had descended.

The sheer force of the impact sent violent tremors through the entire capital, as though the city itself might crumble at any moment.

Fear gripped the hearts of all who witnessed it, as if they might plummet into an abyss with the next tremor.

Feng Wuliang's overwhelming power filled the imperial family with hope. Surely, even if Chen Chang'an didn't perish, he would at least be wounded.

Heaven had truly favored the Yin Family—sending the Carefree Wind Emperor to their doorstep at this critical hour.

When all seemed lost, fate had granted them a lifeline.

"Impossible!"

"This can't be!"

Before the Yin Family's joy could settle, Feng Wuliang's near-hysterical voice shattered their hopes.

To them, his words were a death knell.

He… was breaking down?

Why?

Feng Wuliang's eyes were now filled with confusion, disbelief, and doubt—a chaotic storm mirroring the turmoil in his heart.

He couldn't understand. After all these years of relentless training, after challenging and defeating so many Great Emperors…

Why was Chen Chang'an still beyond his reach?

His full-powered strike, met with no resistance, had left Chen Chang'an completely unharmed?

He was no longer the same as before, yet Chen Chang'an remained as suffocatingly untouchable as ever.

"I told you back then—you can't hurt me. Why won't you believe me?"

"I wasn’t lying," Chen Chang'an said calmly.

"Are you… at the peak of the Great Emperor realm?"

"No."

"Then… beyond it?"

"Also no."

"Then how?"

"Want to know?"

"Yes!"

"Not telling."

"…"

Feng Wuliang had completely shattered, sinking into deep self-doubt.

He knew now—no matter how long he lived, he would never defeat Chen Chang'an. He might never even scratch him.

In all the vast Profound Realm, there had never been such a monstrous existence. Why had he been the one to cross paths with him?

Was this fate's cruel joke? A deliberate blow to his very will to cultivate?

Feng Wuliang's state was dire—his mind adrift, his spirit broken. The repeated humiliation had finally broken him.

"How… how did he do that?"

The Third Elder of the Gu Family was equally dumbfounded, never expecting such an outcome.

Was Chen Chang'an truly this strong?

To face Feng Wuliang without even defending—and emerge unscathed while reducing the Wind Emperor to a wreck?

Even with his vast experience, the elder had never witnessed anything like this.

"Did… did they plan this?"

"Otherwise, how could this happen?" Gu Fengyao couldn't believe her eyes either.

This was a Great Emperor's full-force strike—earth-shaking, heaven-rending power. Even fellow Great Emperors wouldn't dare face it without guarding.

Just how indestructible was Chen Chang'an's body?

"Now you see why I wasn’t worried."

"Against Chen Chang'an, Feng Wuliang never stood a chance."

"You two—so easily shocked. Amateurs."

Da Huang shot disdainful glances at the Third Elder and Gu Fengyao before turning—only to find Gu Xian'er and Wu Mingdao wearing equally stunned expressions.

"Pathetic."

"What are you two gawking at?"

"This is completely normal."

"Especially you, Gu Xian'er. Didn’t you know Chen Chang'an was strong?"

Gu Xian'er flushed slightly. "Elder Da Huang, I knew Young Master was powerful… but hearing about it and seeing it are two different things."

"I… I truly never imagined he was this strong!"

"Now that Feng Wuliang is out of the picture, the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty’s imperial family must be panicking," Wu Mingdao remarked.

Indeed, the Yin Family was now in utter disarray.

They had known they faced a formidable enemy—one they might not withstand.

But none had anticipated this level of strength.

Feng Wuliang—the Carefree Wind Emperor himself—had been helpless. What hope did the Yin Family have left?

Worse still, they still had no idea why Chen Chang'an was targeting them—why he had set his sights on the Fengtian Imperial Dynasty.

"Have you… ever lost?"

Suddenly, Feng Wuliang asked a question Chen Chang'an had heard countless times before.

Have you ever lost?

"Never, not a single defeat." Chen Chang'an answered truthfully.

Not a single defeat?

He’s truly never lost?

"Hahahaha!"

"Good!"

"Very good!"

"It seems I’m not the only one who’s suffered at your hands."

"In that case, I have no reason to feel bitter anymore." Feng Wuliang suddenly burst into laughter, clearly satisfied with this answer.

"Does this... count as self-consolation?" Chen Chang'an asked helplessly.

"It does, and it doesn’t."

"There are so many pitiful souls in this world—what’s one more?"

"Today’s outcome has settled the regret in my heart. From now on, I won’t obsess over defeating you."

"This trip was worth it!"

"Losing was worth it too!"

"Hahahaha!"

Once Feng Wuliang came to this realization, his heart was no longer troubled. Instead, he laughed freely.

After all, as a powerhouse at the Great Emperor realm, how could his state of mind be so fragile?

It was merely his previous obsession that had clouded his judgment. Now that the obsession was gone, what did victory or defeat matter?

At least... he wasn’t the only one who had lost to Chen Chang'an.

"Go attend to your own affairs."

"I’ll take my leave now!"

Seeing Feng Wuliang about to depart, the members of the Yin family panicked.

"Senior, Senior, you can’t leave!"

"If you go, what will become of us?" Yin Gongyu knelt on the ground, on the verge of tears as he pleaded.

Feng Wuliang glanced at him and asked, "Do I owe you a favor?"

"Of course not."

"Did your Yin family promise me any benefits?"

"No."

"Then why should I care what happens to you?"

"Did you really think I came here for your sake?"

"What makes you so special?"