Martial God Asura

Chapter 6504: Chu Feng’s Backing

“Let’s hope you can be a human for once.”

Chu Feng didn’t hesitate for long. He tossed the final key to Jie Tianran. At the same time, he told the Divine Deer, “Elder, please make a move if Jie Tianran tries to harm my friends.”

“I know.” The Divine Deer nodded.

It couldn’t make a move before because it couldn’t lift the Soul Sealing Gu. Now that the Soul Sealing Gus had been released, nothing was standing in its way. The only reason Chu Feng hadn’t told the Divine Deer to make a move yet was that he wanted to save this move until the situation was truly desperate.

It would be ideal if Jie Tianran kept his promise and released the others. Otherwise, it was not too late for the Divine Deer to intervene then.

The final key fragment fell into Jie Tianran’s hand. He took out his two key fragments and fused the five of them into a complete key.

“Jie Tianran, it’s time for you to free them,” Chu Feng urged.

“No rush. Aren’t you curious to know the legacy left behind by the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect?” Jie Tianran said as he channeled the key.

Weng!

The Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect’s main city suddenly began glowing brightly as if a sacred land, illuminating its surroundings. Everyone in the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion, including Jie Tianran, looked at the main city with a different gaze.

Even Chu Feng’s eyes were locked on the main city.

As world spiritists, they were instinctively excited to see what the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect had to offer.

“It’s all a show,” Jie Tianran scoffed. He was excited as well, but he didn’t like this.

He had always thought that the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect became the strongest world spiritist power because they were the firstcomers and plundered all the resources in the earlier years of the present era.

Shoosh shoosh shoosh!

Light rays shot out from the main city and began revolving around it. Each one contained a rune. As more light rays appeared, the light radiating from the main city faded, and even the main city itself started to turn incorporeal.

It was as if the main city’s energy had all been fused inside the runes.

Shoosh shoosh shoosh!

These light rays suddenly morphed into a comet rain and surged toward Jie Tianran.

“Let me see the legacy left behind by the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect,” Jie Tianran murmured with eyes gleaming in excitement.

It was apparent to him that the light rays were the legacy.

The next moment, his expression stiffened. Everyone from the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion was dumbstruck.

The light rays shot past Jie Tianran and headed straight toward Chu Feng!

Jie Tianran quickly released his spirit power to stop the light rays, but it was all futile. The light rays were so fast that they arrived before Chu Feng in the blink of an eye. By then, the light rays had already shrunk.

They circled around Chu Feng as if acknowledging him as their master.

Chu Feng had inherited the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect’s legacy.

“Chu Feng, could it be...” Eggy’s eyes lit up.

Chu Feng laughed in glee. He turned to Jie Tianran and said, “Even the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect’s legacy knows that you’re a despicable scum and refuses to acknowledge you. It knows that I am of superior character and chooses me instead. I can only say that the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect’s legacy has good judgment!”

Jie Tianran’s eyes reddened, and his killing intent flared. He thought that Chu Feng had tampered with the key fragments.

“Elder.” Chu Feng knew that Jie Tianran was about to go on a killing spree, so he hurriedly called out to the Divine Deer.

But the Divine Deer didn’t make a move. “There’s no need for me to make a move.”

Chu Feng widened his eyes in shock.

Jie Tianran had already made his move. He channeled his formation to massacre Long Chengyu and everyone else who was trapped in his teleportation passageway, but no matter how the teleportation passageway warped, the people inside it remained unharmed.

A great power was protecting them.

“Chu Feng!!!” Jie Tianran glared at Chu Feng while flying toward him at his fastest speed.

If not for them being too far away, he would have made a move straight to snap Chu Feng’s neck there and then.

All of a sudden, Chu Feng vanished and reappeared at the entrance of the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect’s entrance. The same happened to Long Chengyu and the others, as well as those who had entered Chu Feng’s spirit formation gate and left this place.

They had all been assembled here.

It happened so abruptly that everyone was dazed.

Just then, a person appeared next to Chu Feng. It was Sikong Changsheng.

“Don’t blame Chu Feng. This has nothing to do with him. I was the one who made the decision,” Sikong Changsheng told Jie Tianran.

“Are you the one who stood up for Chu Feng?” Jie Tianran asked.

“I am from the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect, Sikong Changsheng.”

“Sikong Changsheng?”

That name alarmed not just Jie Tianran but some of the older experts of the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion as well. They had heard about Sikong Changsheng. That was the name of a famed junior in the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect before they left for the Ninth Galaxy.

To think someone from that era had survived to this day! Just how powerful could he be then?

No one from the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion was confident of dealing with someone like that.

“But you’re right to say that I’m standing up for Chu Feng. He is a member of our Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect now,” Sikong Changsheng continued.

“He is a member of the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect?”

Those words shocked not just those from the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion but even Long Chengyu and the others as well.

“Hahahahaha...” Jie Tianran sneered as his eyes grew increasingly colder. He remained fearless even against this legendary figure. “You want to be Chu Feng’s backing? You might have been able to do so if the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect was still here, but do you think you have the power to do it alone?”

“Are you challenging me now?” Sikong Changsheng’s robe fluttered as overwhelming spirit power flared from him and rippled across space.

Wails ensued. Everyone from the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion was subjected to immense pain.

Even Jie Tianran frowned as well. His muscles were being squeezed, and his bones creaked. Clearly, Sikong Changsheng was stronger than him.

And Sikong Changsheng was not even tapping into the power of the Ancestral Martial Spiritist Sect’s main city.