Martial God Asura

Chapter 6339: Had it Coming

“That’ll depend on how capable you are,” Zhao Cangjing said as he unleashed his oppressive might, enveloping the square.

But his oppressive might was as good as non-existent before Chu Feng.

Chu Feng whipped out his God Armament sword, the Frenzy Tsunami Saber, and stepped forward with the disposition of a flood dragon emerging from the sea. He charged at the Zhao Immortal Clansmen, completely unfazed by the oppressive might.

The Zhao Immortal Clansmen were horrified. Somehow, Chu Feng felt much more terrifying to them now than when he was fighting with his spirit power earlier.

“Retreat now!” Zhao Cangjing roared as he stepped in front of the Zhao Immortal Clansmen.

His God Armament spear glowed golden as he flung it in a sweeping motion, unleashing a golden beam of light. The golden beam first struck the ground before abruptly rising to form a towering wall between them.

“Divine Might!” Chu Feng bellowed.

The surrounding space tore as powerful oppressive might descended from the sky and crushed Zhao Cangjing’s towering martial power wall, leaving countless cracks on it.

Chu Feng raised his Frenzied Tsunami Saber and swung it toward the martial power wall.

Boom!

The clash induced powerful shockwaves that shook the world. The martial power wall shattered in a single strike.

Without hesitation, Zhao Cangjing lifted his spear and thrust it toward Chu Feng’s neck.

But Chu Feng easily dodged it with a sidestep before flitting past Zhao Cangjing to take down the Zhao Immortal Clansmen behind him.

Zhao Cangjing tried to pursue him, only to find he couldn’t catch up.

“That martial skill!” Zhao Cangjing widened his eyes in disbelief.

Chu Feng shouldn’t have been able to avoid him that easily. He was only able to do so because Divine Might had suppressed his fighting prowess.

Immortal Feather Cloak was already Zhao Cangjing’s strongest skill. There was nothing else he could resort to if even he still couldn’t rival Chu Feng after activating Immortal Feather Cloak. He couldn’t only watch helplessly as the Zhao Immortal Clansmen collapsed one after another.

In the blink of an eye, all the Zhao Immortal Clansmen except for Zhao Cangjing had collapsed.

“I have said that you can’t stop me.” Chu Feng finally turned his attention toward Zhao Cangjing. His eyes were filled with disdain.

Zhao Cangjing clenched his jaws. His eyes were overflowing with killing intent. He knew that Chu Feng was doing this to humiliate him/

AHHHH!

Zhao Cangjing roared like a ferocious beast. An even more intense golden flame gushed from his body. He wasn’t planning to give up.

Chu Feng remained fearless. He was confident of defeating Zhao Cangjing.

But right as he was about to make his move and end this battle, Zhao Cangjing suddenly collapsed to the floor. His golden flame dissipated, and his bloodline power receded, causing his cultivation to revert to its original level.

Zhao Cangjing continued glaring at Chu Feng with widened eyes, but the truth was that he had lost consciousness. Fresh blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and his aura quickly declined.

He had reached his limit, and this was the hefty price he had to pay for invoking Immortal Feather Cloak.

Seconds later, the lightning around Chu Feng dissipated, and he reverted to his feeble state. Unable to keep his balance, he could only watch helplessly as his body fell forward.

But four people caught him before he crashed into the ground—Little Fishy, Xianhai Shaoyu, Wang Qiang, and Qin Xuan.

At the same time, Little Fishy’s parents and grandfather appeared behind them too.

A huge uproar erupted. The present-era cultivators, including those who had insulted Chu Feng earlier, were all now cheering for him. His name reverberated across the realm.

They felt excited and relieved as if they had been granted a new life. They were aware of the new rule set by the Zhao Immortal Clan’s Clan Chief—Chu Feng could save a person for each Zhao Immortal Clansman he defeated.

They could all be saved.

While the crowd was exultantly chanting Chu Feng’s name, Chu Feng slowly raised his head and looked at the present-era cultivators. “Why are they so excited?”

“W-w-why else? They’re happy because y-y-you saved them,” Wang Qiang replied.

“Saved them? When did I say I’m going to save them?” Chu Feng asked.

“Ah?”

Chu Feng’s words stumped everyone.

Zhao Daobin asked, “Young hero Chu Feng, are you not planning to take those people away?”

“I don’t plan to take away anyone other than those around me,” Chu Feng replied.

The present-era cultivators looked as if they had been struck by a bolt of lightning. Their excitement vanished, replaced by fluster.

“We’re sorry, young hero Chu Feng. We should never have said those words. But we are just too weak and have no choice but to entrust our hopes to you. You can punish us however you like, but please take us away with you. We’re begging you!”

Those who insulted Chu Feng earlier tried to explain their actions. Many of them tearfully apologized with an earnest attitude.

“Why should my brother save y-y-you just because you’re weak?” Wang Qiang scoffed.

“Indeed! Young hero Chu Feng isn’t obliged to save us. We couldn’t even have challenged the Zhao Immortal Clan’s juniors if not for him. He wanted to save us, but you repaid gratitude with enmity and insulted him. You have no right to ask him to save you!”

Many cultivators spoke up against those who had insulted Chu Feng. Those were the ones who didn’t speak badly about Chu Feng from the start to the end.

“Do you think you have the right to ask me to save you then?” Chu Feng sneered.

“Young hero Chu Feng, we didn’t insult you earlier. We respect you from the bottom of our hearts. We were moved when we heard you paid a hefty price so that we could have a chance to challenge the Zhao Immortal Clan’s juniors. Please take us away with you! We don’t want to die in the hands of the Ancient Era’s races. We’re willing to serve you!”

Those people looked at Chu Feng with pitiful eyes.

“You might not have insulted me, but you didn’t speak up for me either. You don’t owe me, but neither do I owe you. I challenged the Zhao Immortal Clan’s juniors because I am a present-era cultivator; it has nothing to do with you. If you want to leave this place, do it with your strength.”

Chu Feng turned to Little Fishy and said, “Yu’er, let’s go.”

Their group vanished from the square. The Zhao Immortal Clan didn’t stop them.

The faces of present-era cultivators left behind paled in despair.

Someone tried to follow Chu Feng out of here.

Boom!

As soon as he rose into the air, he exploded into a bloody fog. He didn’t even have the chance to shout.

Zhao Daobin’s silent stare made his stance clear. Anyone else who tried to escape would meet with the same fate.

The present-era cultivators looked pitiful, but no one present had sympathy for them. These people had it coming.