Crushing the Ancient Clans

An elder stepped forward, looking at Chen Feng and said:

"Young man, I advise you not to act rashly."

"There are over thirty experts here who have reached the Harmony of Heaven and Man realm alone."

Chen Feng didn’t waste any more words.

He understood that today, a fight was unavoidable.

Only by making these people face reality could he leave in peace.

"Then forgive my offense!"

Chen Feng assumed his stance, and an overwhelming aura instantly swept across the entire area.

A martial phantom manifested in the air.

Two golden dragons coiled around his shoulders.

Just the sheer pressure of his martial domain alone suppressed the entire gathering.

The clan leader stared at Chen Feng in shock, muttering in disbelief:

"Kunlun Mountain has an upper limit on cultivation—how can he be this strong?"

Other elders also spoke in astonishment:

"No wonder Zhang Bowen lost so miserably!"

"To think there’s someone this powerful in the outside world."

"Unbeatable! This young man cannot be defeated by force!"

"Then I shall test him myself!"

...

A bearded middle-aged man, the second strongest warrior of the ancient clan, who had lived for nearly four hundred years, stepped forward.

His lifespan was nearing its end.

The Everlasting Youth Technique could restore youth, but it couldn’t grant true immortality.

The ancient clan knew this better than anyone.

Through generations of research and insight into the technique, they had concluded one thing:

The Everlasting Youth Technique had a limit—seven cycles.

No one in history had ever surpassed this limit.

This second-strongest expert of the ancient clan had never encountered an opponent stronger than Zhang Bowen before.

Now, he unleashed his own martial domain, eager to test Chen Feng’s strength.

Nine blazing suns materialized behind him.

The Nine Yang Divine Technique—Harmony of Heaven and Man.

His entire body burned like a raging inferno.

Then, he raised his palm, now glowing crimson.

The Flaming Pure Yang Palm—Harmony of Heaven and Man.

Seeing this elder’s martial domain, even Chen Feng couldn’t help but gulp.

He could sense that this man’s cultivation surpassed Zhang Bowen’s.

Fortunately, his own vitality had now reached over 2,300.

If their vitality had been equal, this might have been another grueling battle.

And with so many experts surrounding him, he might truly have been trapped here today.

Just then, the clan leader spoke:

"Attack together and capture him."

"If Zhang Bowen couldn’t defeat him alone, none of us can."

Chen Feng had already exceeded their understanding.

Especially that overwhelming vitality pressure—no one dared underestimate him now.

Dozens of elders unleashed their martial domains.

But the gap in vitality was too vast.

Without hesitation, Chen Feng struck out with a single palm.

A dragon’s roar shook the heavens!

Buddhist chants thundered!

The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms fused with the Tathagata’s Divine Palm.

Dozens of golden dragon phantoms swept through the air.

Every elder was sent flying with a single blow.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Chen Feng’s strength had shattered their comprehension.

Hearing the commotion, Gu Qianqian cried out:

"Grandfather, please spare my master!"

"My master isn’t a bad person!"

A girl beside her quickly corrected:

"You’re saying it wrong!"

"You should be begging your master to spare the elders!"

Gu Qianqian froze.

In her heart, she thought:

"How is that possible?"

She pulled out a harmonica from her pouch and played a tune.

As the melody echoed, she finally saw the scene before her.

Her master, Chen Feng, stood unmoved, his vitality boiling like a storm.

All the clan elders had been forced back dozens of meters—none could even approach him.

The clan leader, still reeling from that overwhelming strike, realized:

This wasn’t just a matter of cultivation level.

A terrifying thought crossed his mind.

"Your vitality… has surpassed Kunlun Mountain’s limit."

"No wonder Zhang Bowen lost so badly."

The other elders finally understood.

This wasn’t about cultivation—it was about raw power.

"So this kid’s vitality surpasses ours."

"This is the first time someone’s vitality has broken Kunlun’s limit."

"I thought only spirit beasts could exceed Kunlun’s vitality limit."

"Could this boy have spirit beast blood?"

...

The more they thought, the more uneasy they became.

They couldn’t fathom what kind of being could produce someone like Chen Feng.

Chen Feng, meanwhile, was speechless.

These people were practically calling him a hybrid beast.

"I admit my vitality is higher than yours, but don’t spout nonsense."

"I’m a proper human—no spirit beast blood here."

Even though Chen Feng’s power defied logic, the clan refused to back down.

The clan leader bellowed:

"Unite the entire clan’s strength—capture him!"

At once, even the younger observers rushed forward, encircling Chen Feng.

Chen Feng merely smiled, unshaken.

He activated the North Star Divine Art.

Those closest to him immediately felt their vitality slipping, as if being drained away.

Anyone within ten meters had their vitality forcibly sucked out, surging toward Chen Feng.

"How is his Energy Absorption Technique this strong?!"

"Stay back! His technique is beyond anything we’ve seen!"

"Move aside—let me try my Harmony of Heaven and Man Energy Absorption Technique!"

"My Indestructible Diamond Body counters his technique!"

...

Panic spread briefly before two confident elders stepped up.

But the moment they engaged, their faces twisted in horror.

Against Chen Feng’s North Star Divine Art, their Energy Absorption Technique wasn’t just ineffective—it backfired spectacularly.

One elder strained with all his might, only to find his own vitality leaking out uncontrollably.

Another clansman quickly yanked him back beyond the ten-meter range.

"I can’t absorb him!" the elder gasped in terror.

The others muttered:

"We’re not blind—we saw that."

The elder with the Indestructible Diamond Body fared no better.

At equal vitality levels, his technique might have countered Chen Feng’s.

But with Chen Feng’s vitality exceeding his by 1,300…

The moment he stepped within range, his "indestructible" body crumbled.

His vitality plummeted.

Another clansman dragged him back just in time.

"This young man is too powerful!"

"My Indestructible Diamond Body can’t withstand him!"

Gu Qianqian was also stunned by her master’s strength.

Even the combined might of her entire clan couldn’t defeat him.

The clan leader frowned deeply.

He realized there was only one way left to subdue Chen Feng.

Stepping forward, he said coldly:

"Young man, I suggest you surrender now."

"Unless you want Gu Qianqian to bear the shame of betraying her clan."

Chen Feng’s eyes narrowed—a murderous intent flared within him.

He despised nothing more than threats against his disciple.

His martial phantom suddenly expanded.

What was once a half-formed figure now grew a pair of blackened legs.

A complete martial phantom now loomed like a demonic god.

Golden dragon phantoms coiled around him.

Chen Feng’s hand clenched in the air—and the phantom mirrored the motion.

Seven blood-red strings suddenly materialized in midair.