Chapter 6338: As a Cultivator

Chapter 6338: As a Cultivator

“You want to challenge all of them?”

Jaws dropped when the crowd heard Chu Feng’s words.

Even Little Fishy had fallen to Zhao Cangjing. Chu Feng was strong, but he was struggling to keep his balance now. Yet, he wanted to challenge all of the Zhao Immortal Clan’s prodigies?

Everyone thought he was out of his mind.

“Young hero Chu Feng, you don’t have to do this. I know our clan chief has altered the rules, allowing you to take a person away for each clansman you defeat, but are these people worth you going this far?” Zhao Daobin advised.

The crowd widened their eyes in realization. The present-era cultivators, in particular, looked at Chu Feng with eyes filled with reverence.

“That Chu Feng is an interesting one.”

On the Ancient Era’s spectator stand, there were two women, one old and one young, who stood out because they kept their distance from the other Ancient Era’s powers. Both of them commanded an air of nobility despite the sharp difference in their ages.

But youth usually conferred an advantage in the appeal factor. The young woman had pink eyes, and her irises resembled a flower petal. She was beautiful.

The one who had just evaluated Chu Feng was the older woman.

“Canhua, what are your thoughts about Chu Feng? He should be one of the few juniors in the current era who can rival you,” the old woman asked the young woman.

“He doesn’t look like a wise man. As for his strength, that waits to be seen,” the young woman said. He’s playing the hero

Little Fishy, Xianhai Shaoyu, and the others backed away upon seeing Chu Feng’s determination to take the battle. The only ones left in the massive square were Chu Feng and thousands of Zhao Immortal Clan’s prodigies.

They stood opposite each other.

“Chu Feng, are you trying to play the hero? I won’t go easy on you just because you’re in a weakened state.” Zhao Cangjing glared at Chu Feng. He had been harboring a grudge against Chu Feng, and this was his chance to return the favor.

“I’ll defeat all the prodigies in the Zhao Immortal Clan, and you... can’t stop me,” Chu Feng said.

“Very well. Give it a try.”

Zhao Cangjing whipped out his God Armament spear once more. He was much more excited facing off with Chu Feng than with Xianhai Shaoyu and Little Fishy despite Chu Feng’s terrible state.

Chu Feng conjured a formation sword and gripped it tightly. Spirit power flowed from his body, calming his disturbed aura, though his face remained pale and his body remained emaciated.

Shoosh!

Chu Feng suddenly vanished.

“AH!”

A scream ensued.

Chu Feng had charged into the ranks of the Zhao Immortal Clansmen and knocked out a prodigy.

He knocked out two more prodigies before the crowd realized what was going on. He didn’t severely injure them, but his sword was imbued with a formation that temporarily incapacitated them.

“Hmph!”

Zhao Cangjing charged at Chu Feng with his God Armament spear.

But Chu Feng was faster. Each time Zhao Cangjing was about to reach him, he would abruptly vanish and take down several more Zhao Immortal Clansmen.

It dawned on Zhao Cangjing that the spirit power enveloping Chu Feng’s body didn’t just calm his aura; it also raised his movement speed.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Feng had already taken down fifty Zhao Immortal Clansmen.

The stronger Zhao Immortal Clansmen were already cooperating to encircle Chu Feng, but it was to no avail. The weaker clansmen were terrified. They were worried that they would be the next one to fall under Chu Feng’s sword.

“His spirit power seems to only be at rank three True Dragon.” The young woman named Canhua looked to the old woman beside her for answers.

“He’s indeed at rank three True Dragon, but his fighting prowess is on par with stronger rank seven True Dragon World Spiritists. Above all, he’s running circles around the Zhao Immortal Clansmen. He has the guts to do this on the Zhao Immortal Clan’s turf. I like him.”

The old woman couldn’t conceal her astonishment as she spoke.

“Chu Feng, don’t you underestimate me!” Zhao Cangjing roared.

Golden flames blazed from him as he unleashed his Immortal Feather Cloak Golden once more. His speed grew several-fold, and he finally caught up with Chu Feng.

Without hesitation, he thrust his spear into Chu Feng’s body while the latter was busy slashing down the other Zhao Immortal Clansmen.

As soon as his spear plunged into Chu Feng’s flesh, he realized something was amiss. He felt like he was stabbing a formation rather than human flesh. Furthermore, the lack of blood oozing from Chu Feng’s body confirmed his unease.

Chu Feng’s body trembled before abruptly multiplying into hundreds of Chu Fengs, which immediately charged into the ranks of the nearby Zhao Immortal Clansmen.

“Damn it!” Zhao Cangjing gnashed his teeth and shouted, “Construct the Spiritist Sealing Immortal Formation!”

He formed a hand seal, and a surge of bloodline power gushed into the sky.

The other Zhao Immortal Clansmen followed suit. Even those who had been incapacitated formed the hand seal and unleashed a surge of bloodline power too.

“Haaa!”

The spectating Zhao Immortal Clansmen looked conflicted. Zhao Daobin even sighed.

The purpose of the formation was to restrain world spiritists, whereas the battle between Chu Feng and the Zhao Immortal Clan’s prodigies was a friendly duel. It wasn’t appropriate for them to use this formation. Such an action would bring dishonor to them even if they won the battle.

The Spiritist Sealing Immortal Formation swiftly enveloped the square.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

...

The hundreds of Chu Feng on the square exploded into spirit power. The Chu Fengs on the square were all formation entities.

The spirit power flowed toward where Chu Feng stood against the Zhao Immortal Clansmen at the start of the battle. The real Chu Feng had been standing there all along, not taking a single step.

The realization that he had been frantically chasing after a formation like a fool made Zhao Cangjing was infuriated that he wanted to rip Chu Feng into shreds.

“Take him down!” Zhao Cangjing roared.

He chose to leave the final blow to the weaker clansmen to emphasize his superiority over Chu Feng.

Four Zhao Immortal Clansmen, three men and a woman, raised their cultivation level to rank six True God and charged at Chu Feng.

Gah!

Miserable cries followed.

All four Zhao Immortal Clansmen had collapsed at Chu Feng’s feet.

He was no longer holding a formation sword as if his spirit power had been sealed off, but his body was enveloped in blinding lightning.

He had activated the Lightning Mark, the Lightning Armor, and the Lightning Wings, but there was another power resembling flames that the crowd was unfamiliar with. With these four powers, he raised his cultivation from rank three True God level to rank seven True God level.

“Lightning Aura!” Canhua blurted out.

The crowd widened their eyes in astonishment.

“Lightning Aura? Isn’t that the legendary power of the Heavenly Lightning Bloodline?”

Zhao Cangjing’s complexion darkened. He thought that victory would be theirs once they suppressed Chu Feng’s spirit power, but who could have thought that he would be such a strong cultivator too?

“You can remove your formation,” Chu Feng suddenly said.

“Ah?” The crowd was dumbstruck.

“Your formation is intended to restrain world spiritists, right? It doesn’t work on me,” Chu Feng replied.

“Stop finding excuses. Why would your formation dissipate if it doesn’t work on you? All world spiritists are powerless before our clan’s Spiritist Sealing Immortal Formation!” Zhao Cangjing retorted.

“Is that so?” Chu Feng laughed.

He conjured another formation sword that looked identical to the one he had before.

Even Zhao Daobin and the others felt incredulous, let alone Zhao Cangjing. Was Chu Feng capable of overcoming their formation’s restraint?

Chu Feng pointed his formation sword at Zhao Cangjing. “I merely chose to defeat you as a fellow cultivator.”