With a roar, Chen Feng wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a quiet breath. "Surely he must be injured now!" Seven consecutive moves, five of which were ultimate skills, each infused with about seventy percent of his power.

Even with his profound cultivation, he was starting to buckle under the strain, let alone the white-robed youth taking the blows! *The flames of the Bawang Xianghou Quan slowly dissipated in the sky.

Chen Feng flipped his wrist, retrieving several Purple Fire Crystals to slowly restore his stamina, all while his eyes remained locked on the movements within the fire.

He knew his opponent was powerful.

While he didn't expect to kill him, he hoped to at least wound him with this single assault.

If he had given his all in technique and the opponent showed no reaction, then there was no point in continuing; he might as well concede defeat now.

Buzz...

Suddenly, a sharp screech echoed from within the flames.

The fire contracted violently inward and then expanded, resulting in a massive, secondary explosion. "You dare injure me? I was merely indulging you, but since you insist on being ungrateful, today I shall see you dead!" The white-robed youth emerged slowly from the epicenter of the blast, his face contorted with rage.

The casual elegance he once possessed was gone; his complexion was blackened, his hair singed and slightly curled, wisps of smoke still rising from him, and the strips of his white clothing clung tightly to his body. "His power hasn't diminished at all?" Chen Feng's heart tightened.

At their level of cultivation, one could gauge an opponent's strength from the qi radiating off them.

The moment the youth appeared, Chen Feng grasped a staggering fact: after his barrage of attacks, the opponent's power level remained completely unchanged! If he started with ten-tenths power, he still possessed ten-tenths now! Had his attack achieved nothing? A strange thought surfaced in Chen Feng's mind—external appearances had nothing to do with combat strength.

A powerful fighter, even dressed like a beggar, could still defeat a prince in lavish attire.

Though the white-robed youth looked disastrously battered, his strength was undeniable.

To withstand such a relentless assault without any drop in combat effectiveness was truly shocking.

The white-robed youth hovered in the air, a murderous glint in his eyes; Chen Feng's offense had pushed him to true fury.

Boom...

A surge of air exploded behind him, and he shot forward in a sudden dash.

Chen Feng did not retreat but met the charge head-on, the two instantly locked in close combat once more.

Now truly enraged, the youth's power was significantly amplified.

Chen Feng scrambled to defend, forced into a defensive posture with nearly every move, struggling to catch his breath.

The white-robed youth had mastered the Five Elements Fist to an extreme degree, far surpassing figures like the black-robed middle-aged man.

His movements were sweeping and powerful, possessing the momentum of an unstoppable legion.

Chen Feng's divine-grade physique, combined with the lightning-fast speed and immense power of the Fist King techniques, allowed him to barely hold the line, despite being clearly on the defensive. "Is this...

Saint Realm cultivation?" Mary asked, perplexed. "How could someone in the Saint Realm possess such terrifying power? Could it be..." Aihart interjected, his eyes wide with shock. "Could it be Divine Grade?" Bens finally voiced the unspoken fear, swallowing hard, his eyes bulging in disbelief.

To ascend to the Divine Grade typically required surviving a Heavenly Tribulation or obtaining a Godhead; the emergence of one anomaly was strange enough, but two appearing simultaneously? "We thought our speed in advancing from Dou Zun to Saint Realm was impressive, but this monster has surpassed us.

Is he even human anymore?" Aihart offered a wry, helpless smile as he watched Chen Feng battle in the distance.

The three of them had felt rather proud of achieving the Saint Realm within a month, only to discover this monster had already reached Divine Grade! It was like finally saving up enough money for a bicycle, feeling equal, only to realize everyone else was already driving a Rolls-Royce... "Stop comparing yourself to him.

That guy is a complete freak!" Bens gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Chen Feng.

The other two quickly nodded in agreement, their eyes glued to the distant fight.

———— "Chen Feng..." Lei Di watched the aerial battle with a strange, harsh expression.

The first time he lost a bet to Chen Feng, he refused to concede inferiority, blaming bad luck.

The second time, he admitted Chen Feng's cultivation had improved, but believed the gap wasn't insurmountable with hard work.

But now...

to see him reach Divine Grade in just a few days—how could anyone keep chasing that? After watching the fight for a while, Jin Ling asked, "Who is that fighting him? He looks so disheveled and ugly, yet his cultivation is so high.

I've never heard of him?" If the white-robed youth had heard this, he would likely be so enraged he'd die on the spot; his appearance was something he cared deeply about, and being called "disheveled" now would be unbearable. "Who exactly is that? He isn't listed in the Register of the Mighty?" Duluotes pulled out the tome and flipped through it several times, unable to find anyone matching the youth's description. "That thing must be outdated.

Otherwise, why isn't my name in it? Throw it away!" Jin Ling sneered mockingly. "Outdated...

possibly! But someone this powerful, even if the book is old, should be known.

Could he be from a secret faction?" Duluotes suddenly mused. "What secret faction? That's just made-up nonsense.

Forget it," Jin Ling cut him off, turning back to the battlefield. "Why do I feel like Chen Feng isn't going to win against that guy?" "You're right, he's been purely defensive," Lei Di replied through clenched teeth. "Defensive? Now that you mention it, it does look that way," Jin Ling frowned. "But I don't know who this guy is; he’s incredibly strong.

Still, he’s much weaker than my father!" "Look, Chen Feng is counter-attacking..." Duluotes suddenly announced.

The three turned their attention to the distance.

They saw Chen Feng abruptly retreat, his palm unleashing thousands of beams of golden light! —————— After fighting for an unknown duration, Chen Feng felt a throbbing dizziness in his head as his stamina dangerously depleted—a clear sign of exhaustion.

While the fused power was formidable, repeated battles had drained him too much to sustain it. "This guy...

I don't understand it.

My fists have no effect on him; his physical defense is even stronger than my Divine Grade body!" Chen Feng thought to himself. "It seems I have no choice but to use that move!" With that decision made, he used two successive Ghost Burn maneuvers to force the white-robed youth back, then used instant movement to place himself several miles away in the sky. "Trying to run?" The white-robed youth sneered, lunging toward him like a great Roc.

Chen Feng did not evade as his opponent closed in.

With a cold indifference in his eyes, he swung his arm back and stood confidently in the air, waiting.

As the youth neared, Chen Feng drove his right fist directly toward the opponent's heart.

(Brother, wouldn't claws be better here?) Ouroboros Skill: Soul Extraction! Chen Feng’s palm seemed to dissolve, instantly piercing the white-robed youth’s body.

With a sharp yank, he pulled out a mass of white energy, raising it high, and squeezed violently! Bang! A deafening sound erupted as the white-robed youth’s soul was blasted into countless fragments.

The Soul Extraction technique bypasses all defense; no matter how strong the physical barrier, facing this move meant certain death, as it was an attack directly targeting the soul with devastating power.

After executing the move, Chen Feng felt all strength drain from his body, as if every ounce of power had been siphoned away.

He couldn't even muster the energy to stay aloft. "Chen Feng!" "Boss!" Ling Feng and the others, seeing Chen Feng victorious from afar, erupted in elation and rushed forward.

Mary, Aihart, Bens, along with Lei Di, Jin Ling, and Duluotes, flew towards the scene like shooting stars. "Chen Feng, well done! To slay such a powerful fiend—that wasn't easy!" Bens clapped Chen Feng heavily on the shoulder, laughing. "Agh..." Chen Feng cried out in pain, finally registering the searing agony that now gripped his entire body. "Take it easy..." The group laughed, their affection and camaraderie warming the air. "Who exactly was that person? He was terrifyingly strong," Jin Ling asked again. "Who? I honestly don't know!" Chen Feng shook his head.

He didn't know the white-robed youth's name, only that he was the Young Master of Yinri Island.

He hadn't offered more details, and Chen Feng had no idea what Yinri Island was or which faction it belonged to, so he couldn't explain further. "You fought him to a standstill, yet you don't know who he is?" Bens moved closer, remarking pointedly. "Chen Feng, you truly have no idea who he was?" Ling Feng picked up the thread. "That guy was a lunatic!" Attacking Chen Feng without provocation, seeking a fight to the death—what else could he be but insane? "Oh no, Xiaohu..." Chen Feng suddenly remembered that Xiaohu was still suffering under the Death Blood Curse and struggling.

He slapped his forehead in realization. "Don't worry about him; he's fine!" Ling Feng reassured him. "He was already sent to the legion via the teleportation array.

Old Yan and the others are probably treating him now!" "That's a relief," Chen Feng sighed, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him.

His vision swam, his strength completely dissolved, and he lost the ability to fly, dropping straight down. "Chen Feng!" Duluotes flew over, grabbing his arm and steadying him in mid-air. "Be careful!" "I'm fine..." Chen Feng shook his head, utterly spent. "As long as that man is dead, it's enough!" Before his words had even faded, the group heard a chilling voice drift from not too far away: "You want me dead? It's not that easy!"