Chapter 62

Chen Feng actually managed to do it with his late-stage Seventh Rank strength, which was unbelievable! It left everyone speechless.

Even Chen Feng was stunned.

He had never reached such a realm before.

He didn't notice that at this moment, the ancient tripod in his dantian was gently spinning. A very fine thread, a hundred times finer than a hair, of the dragon blood inside it surged into Chen Feng's meridians, following the true qi and flowing into his sword.

Chen Feng let out a loud cry, his sword moving with lightness and grace, thrusting out.

His palm technique was powerful and mighty, like the Five Dings splitting a mountain, seemingly capable of shattering even mountains. But his sword technique was light and agile, incredibly swift. This stark contrast made Ran Changling almost want to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Actually, this transformation was also very difficult for Chen Feng, but he didn't care.

He knew that his opponent must be suffering even more.

In the rain, intricate and beautiful white flowers appeared, rising and falling, petals fluttering everywhere.

"Truly beautiful!" an elder whispered in admiration.

Several other elders nodded in agreement.

"Besides being pretty, what good is it?" Ran Changling sneered disdainfully.

He didn't think Chen Feng's sword had much power.

He felt no threat from this flower.

So, Ran Changling slapped it away with his palm.

Ran Yuxue cried out in alarm, "No!"

But it was too late.

The seemingly ordinary and powerless flower suddenly bloomed when it touched Ran Changling's palm.

An overwhelming killing intent instantly blossomed, enveloping Ran Changling's right hand and arm. The petals, sharp enough to temporarily cut through space, easily broke through Ran Changling's protective true qi.

After the white flower bloomed, it withered, the petals falling and disappearing into the air.

Ran Changling's arm was left as nothing but a bare white bone! All the flesh had been shredded by the flower!

Such overwhelming power!

Ran Changling clutched his arm, letting out a piercing, agonizing scream as he rolled on the ground.

Chen Feng kicked him off the stage.

Chen Feng walked to the edge of the stage and howled to the sky.

Everyone could hear the anger,委屈, and release of victory hidden in his howl!

The sound echoed far and wide, reverberating through the mountains.

He pointed at Ran Yuxue, acting wildly and dominantly.

"Considering the past relationship between you and my master, I'll call you Master Mother! For your sake, I'll spare his life!"

"You thought so highly of him, didn't you? Isn't he your nephew? Haven't you been teaching him diligently?"

"But now, he has been defeated by me, this waste! Do you still dare to call my master a waste? Do you still dare to call me a waste?"

His words were overwhelmingly dominant, his gaze as stern as a heavenly deity.

Ran Yuxue felt that even a glance from him would hurt her eyes.

"Short-sighted and narrow-minded, you've become arrogant with a little achievement! You are destined to never amount to anything!"

Ran Yuxue lowered her head and said coldly, then carried Ran Changling away in a hurry.

Chen Feng felt an immense sense of satisfaction and laughed heartily.

The disciples below looked at Chen Feng with boundless admiration, their eyes filled with deep reverence.

They let out enthusiastic cheers.

Elders like Zhao Ruoxi left with iron-gray faces, while elders like Han Cong went up to the stage and praised Chen Feng.

Chen Feng reined in his arrogance and humbly responded to these well-meaning elders.

What Chen Feng didn't know was that at this moment, in the supreme hall of the Outer Sect on Broken Arrow Peak, a debate about him was taking place.

Broken Arrow Peak was three thousand feet high, and at its peak stood a grand hall, a hundred feet in diameter, towering and majestic, isolated and solemn.

This was the core of the Outer Sect.

At this moment, in the hall, Supreme Elder Su Zhaodong was confronting Supreme Elder Chen Guyun, who was in charge of the Martial Techniques Pavilion. The two glared at each other.

"Chen Feng, that little beast, is a disciple of the troublemaker Yan Qingyu! Yan Qingyu was always restless, and the disciple he took in is just a troublemaker!"

"He couldn't cultivate before, but suddenly he can. Who knows what's going on?"

"After he became powerful, he became arrogant and has already injured or killed several disciples, with ruthless hands! And he has repeatedly spoken rudely to his elders, showing no respect, which seriously violates the sect's rules!"

"Such a wolf with a heart of ambition, ungrateful, and cruel, will be a disaster even if he grows up!"

Su Zhaodong spoke righteously and sternly.

Then he bowed to the middle-aged man sitting in the center and said, "Sect Master, please punish this person severely! Strip him of his cultivation, destroy his dantian, and lock him in the Punishment Hall to suffer all kinds of torture! Let him neither live nor die!"

Thinking of his grandson who was still lying in bed, he was filled with resentment.

Immediately, a group of elders echoed his words.

Supreme Elder Chen Guyun snorted disdainfully, "Nonsense!"

"What did you say?" Su Zhaodong glared.

"I said, nonsense!"