Chen Feng's Master

Gu Biao knew that his old bones were starting to give out.

His defensive speed was gradually failing to keep up.

Soon after, several successive streams of sword qi left a series of bloody gashes across his body.

Right at that moment.

He suddenly saw a massive palm shadow descending from above.

The palm strike was accompanied by the phantom images of a dragon and an elephant, with a slowly rotating golden Buddhist seal right in the center of the palm.

Struggling with all his might to block the storm of sword qi, Gu Biao simply couldn't spare a hand to fend off this palm strike.

He knew he was finished.

"The Gu Clan will absolutely not let you get away with this!"

The palm shadow crashed down with a deafening boom.

The terrifying force left a palm-shaped crater in the ground, one meter deep and over a dozen meters wide.

Bleeding from all seven orifices, Gu Biao lay at the bottom of the massive pit.

Chen Feng straightened his disheveled clothes and walked into the crater.

Looking down at Gu Biao, who was practically embedded in the earth.

He asked once again:

"Why did the Gu Clan sacrifice children to the Flood Dragon?"

"Are you plotting something else again?"

Gu Biao desperately wanted to say that the Gu Clan wasn't plotting anything, that they were just forced into a corner.

But when the words reached his lips, they turned into:

"I suggest you just kill me! Don't even think about getting any information out of me."

Chen Feng sighed.

He activated the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

Gu Biao's eyes widened in terror.

He could clearly feel his vitality and cultivation base rapidly draining away.

It plummeted until he was reduced to a Martial Venerable.

This feeling of his cultivation dropping was worse than death itself.

Yet, all he could do was close his eyes and wait for the end.

"Why did the Gu Clan sacrifice children to the Flood Dragon?"

Chen Feng asked once more.

Gu Biao said nothing.

Soon, he felt his cultivation plunge further, down to the Grandmaster realm.

Gu Biao still kept his eyes closed, waiting for death without uttering a single word.

Chen Feng didn't indulge him either.

He directly used the Northern Darkness Divine Art to siphon his power until Gu Biao's cultivation fell all the way to the Martial Apprentice realm before finally stopping.

"I'm sparing your life so you can collect the corpses of your clansmen."

After saying this, Chen Feng turned and walked away.

Hearing that the other party was leaving him alive.

Gu Biao, who had already prepared himself for death, instantly roared in anger:

"Why didn't you just kill me?!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll go back and bring the Gu Clan to exact revenge?!"

Chen Feng sneered:

"How will you exact revenge?"

"Can you even find me? Can you catch me?"

Gu Biao felt utterly humiliated.

"You must have ties to the Immortal Capital!"

"Our Gu Clan will definitely trample the Immortal Capital to the ground!"

Chen Feng shook his head. His figure turned into a blur and vanished in an instant.

Only a faint voice lingered in the wind.

"Destroying that corrupted city would actually be a good deed on the part of your Gu Clan."

Hearing these words, Gu Biao stared blankly into space.

On the top of a tree several hundred meters away.

Su Yan praised in admiration:

"As expected of the man I've set my sights on. To be able to fight a Martial Saint while only at the early stage of the Grandmaster realm."

"It seems my little master still has many secrets."

The combat prowess Chen Feng displayed had completely exceeded her expectations.

...

Meanwhile.

Chen Feng, who had turned and left, knew that it was best not to kill a Gu Clan Martial Saint right now.

Otherwise, it would easily enrage the Gu Clan and lead to incalculable consequences.

According to Su Yan's intelligence.

As long as the Gu Clan continued to develop under the current circumstances.

It wouldn't be long before they were driven out of Great Xia.

When that time came, the whole world could gradually restore order.

However, whether the Immortal Capital could restore its order was something Chen Feng truly wasn't sure about.

The Holy Capital.

Seeing the phone call suddenly hang up, Gu Xiuqin couldn't help but feel a surge of worry.

She had originally wanted to ask if Gu Liangyu and Gu Qianxue were dead.

She still held onto a final glimmer of hope.

Wishing that everything Qianqian had said was a lie.

But abruptly losing contact with Gu Biao made her extremely anxious.

A bad premonition arose in her heart.

She ended up waiting until the next morning.

Gu Biao still hadn't returned.

She had no choice but to report this matter to Gu Yang.

Gu Yang furrowed his brows, a similarly ominous feeling welling up inside him.

"Sigh! Why does the Gu Clan always run into trouble at crucial moments?"

To be safe, he had to dispatch twenty Martial Saints to the Immortal Capital to search for Gu Biao and the others.

As a result, the group had only made it halfway when they spotted Gu Biao guarding two crystal coffins.

At this moment, Gu Biao no longer possessed even a shred of the imposing aura of a Martial Saint.

Looking like a dying old man, he leaned despondently against his grandson's crystal coffin.

"Gu Biao! How could your cultivation drop to the Martial Apprentice realm?"

"Who did this?! We'll go and annihilate them!"

"Are these... the bodies of Liangyu and Qianxue?!"

"To actually dare to kill members of our Gu Clan, we must exterminate his nine generations!"

"Let's return to the clan first and use the Vermilion Fruit to restore Gu Biao's cultivation."

...

Gu Biao had thought about it for an entire night.

He finally arrived at an answer.

He believed this answer had to be the absolute truth.

"The person I fought last night looked very much like an enemy of our Gu Clan."

The crowd temporarily quieted down, listening to Gu Biao recount the previous night's battle in a hoarse voice.

"All the martial arts used by that expert were exactly the same as Chen Feng's."

Hearing Chen Feng's name.

The minds of the Gu Clan members instantly flashed back to that young man who had killed Zhang Bowen and the old clan leader right in front of the entire clan.

However, they remembered that Chen Feng had already died in the White Tiger Abyss.

So who was it that Gu Biao encountered?

"Moreover, he was only at the Grandmaster cultivation level, yet he managed to defeat me!"

A Grandmaster?

The twenty Martial Saints all revealed expressions of disbelief.

"Impossible, did you make a mistake?"

"Were you accidentally ambushed?"

"Did the other party use the lives of the two children to threaten you?"

...

Gu Biao's strength wasn't considered exceptionally high within the Gu Clan, but it was still at an average level.

Furthermore, how could a Grandmaster possibly jump two entire major realms to fight against a Martial Saint?

A domestic dog biting a wild wolf to death was something they could barely accept.

But telling them that a domestic dog bit a fully grown fierce tiger to death.

This was simply a joke.

Gu Biao himself shook his head, unable to comprehend why the other party was so absurdly strong.

"I thought about it all night, and I believe there are only two possibilities."

"This person must be either Chen Feng's master or his fellow disciple!"

Hearing Gu Biao's words, the others couldn't help but nod in agreement.

An elder said:

"As soon as we get back, we'll arrange for people to investigate where Chen Feng's sect is located."

"Our Gu Clan will thoroughly eradicate his sect to avenge Liangyu and Qianxue!"

At the mention of his grandson and granddaughter, Gu Biao's expression grew even more somber.

After a long while, he finally spoke up:

"Liangyu and Qianxue were killed by Qianqian."

The Gu Clan members were shocked once again.

This time, the shock was even harder for them to accept than Gu Biao being defeated by a Grandmaster.

"Gu Biao, did you see wrong?!"

"Qianqian was just seen in the Holy Capital with Spirit Crane during the day today!"

"Although that child Qianqian betrayed the Gu Clan last time, I don't believe she would harm her own clansmen."

"Gu Biao, what exactly happened? Explain yourself clearly!"

...

Gu Biao waved his hand and said:

"Let's go back first!"

"I will tell the entire clan the full story of this matter."

...

The Holy Capital.

Yesterday's battles lasted the entire day.

Casualties occurred from time to time.

However, it was always Gu Clan members killing outsiders.

The outsiders didn't dare to kill the Gu Clan members.

The higher-ups of the Gu Clan didn't care much.

In their eyes, it was perfectly normal for casualties to occur during the tournament.

As long as no Gu Clan members died, it wasn't a big deal.

But the problem was, these outsiders were not weak at all.

Although the outsiders did not dare to strike ruthlessly, many members of the ancient clans still suffered defeat at their hands.

This caused many from the ancient clans to feel deeply humiliated.

Zhao Bing had been watching the Grandmaster-level matches the entire time.

There was not even a single referee in the arena.

Victory and defeat were decided entirely by a competitor yielding or being knocked out of the ring.

He watched with his own eyes as outsider after outsider was crippled or even beaten to death by the experts of the ancient clans.

Yet, no one dared to deliver a lethal blow to any ancient clan member.

Even when an outsider managed to win against someone from an ancient clan, they still had to nervously gauge their opponent's reaction.

A ball of fury built up inside Zhao Bing's chest.

Making no effort to hide his disgust, he cursed:

"A bunch of spineless cowards!"

"If you're so afraid of dying, why did you even enter the tournament!"