Chapter 68: Senior Brother and Junior Brother

Chapter 68: Senior Brother and Junior Brother

The air trembled with a thunderous roar.

"Xiao Xuanwu, truly worthy of the Heavenly Apex Sacred Body. But what a pity—today will be your death day."

A voice laced with icy killing intent and mockery rang out.

"If you want to kill me, then let’s see who among you will pay with their life!" A domineering, fearless voice responded.

As soon as the words fell, another deafening explosion erupted.

Chen Feng stepped through the spatial rift and immediately saw three people ganging up on one—the besieged figure was none other than Xiao Xuanwu, the Quasi-Sect Heir of the Huntian Sect.

Xiao Xuanwu had pushed his Heavenly Apex Sacred Body to its limits, his form radiating a blinding brilliance like tempered steel. An overwhelming aura surged around him, repelling the very air. His Heavenly Apex Fist Technique was unleashed with full force, each strike carrying his utmost strength.

He resembled an undefeatable war god, refusing to retreat even in the face of death.

Compared to his battle against Li Wuji in the Huntian Palace months ago, Xiao Xuanwu’s cultivation and strength had clearly improved significantly.

However, his three opponents were all at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, with one even reaching the peak of that stage.

Under the combined assault of the three, Xiao Xuanwu found it difficult to counterattack. His body was covered in wounds, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Yet, he stubbornly refused to take even half a step back.

"Xiao Xuanwu, kneel and kowtow to beg for mercy. Maybe we’ll spare your life."

"Indeed. If you kneel, kowtow, and swear to abandon the Huntian Sect to follow me, you might live."

"Right. As long as you become Senior Brother Lin’s follower, your life will be spared."

The three continued their verbal taunts while relentlessly attacking Xiao Xuanwu.

If Xiao Xuanwu truly betrayed the Huntian Sect to become their follower just to survive, the blow to the sect would be far greater than if he were simply killed.

After all, these three were all Quasi-Saints of the Tianyuan Sacred Land.

Xiao Xuanwu remained silent.

In a one-on-one fight, none of these three would be his match. But against three at once, he was completely suppressed.

A verbal response?

His counterattacks were the best reply.

As for betraying the Huntian Sect to become their follower?

Impossible!

Even if it meant dying here, he would never yield.

Another strike landed—a tyrannical, overwhelming force surged like a bursting dam.

Xiao Xuanwu couldn’t block in time. His chest took the full brunt of the blow, producing a dull thud like a drum being struck. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips as his steel-like body was sent flying several meters back.

The other two Quasi-Saints of the Tianyuan Sacred Land pounced from both sides.

Since Xiao Xuanwu refused to submit, they would simply kill him.

A top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait like his guaranteed ascension to the Transcendent Realm, with a high probability of reaching the Unity Realm—perhaps even the Saint Realm.

Killing him now would sever the Huntian Sect’s future, accelerating its decline until it was eventually wiped out.

As for why the Tianyuan Sacred Land didn’t just annihilate the Huntian Sect outright?

There were reasons for that.

For now, they would systematically eliminate the Huntian Sect’s rising generation, creating a generational gap. Once the older generation passed away, the sect would collapse without a fight.

Xiao Xuanwu was struck again, sent flying with blood gushing from his mouth.

Fortunately, his Heavenly Apex Sacred Body was incredibly resilient, preventing him from being instantly crushed.

But if this continued, death was inevitable.

"Senior Brother Xiao, I'll assist you." A cold voice rang out, accompanied by a melodious and pleasing sword hum.

A streak of sword light, icy and razor-sharp, carried a bone-chilling intent.

One of the Three Quasi-Saints of Tianyuan Sacred Land had no time to react before the sword light pierced through him.

Merely an Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

A single sword strike—absolute annihilation!

Without the slightest pause, Chen Feng unleashed a second sword strike, roaring like a tempest, annihilating everything in its path.

"Who are you?!"

The third Quasi-Saint of Tianyuan Sacred Land bellowed in panic, his figure darting backward in erratic, elusive movements. "I am Chen Feng, the Quasi-Sect Heir of the Huntian Sect," Chen Feng replied, his gaze sharp as a blade, accurately predicting the man's trajectory before delivering a sweeping slash.

Kill!

Watching the three corpses suddenly collapse into pools of blood within the span of a single breath, the thick scent of blood assaulting his senses, Xiao Xuanwu was stunned.

Just like that—so abruptly— One breath ago, he had been battered by the three Quasi-Saints of Tianyuan Sacred Land, covered in wounds and vomiting blood, teetering on the brink of death.

One breath later, the very same three who had beaten him lay lifeless in their own blood, their eyes wide with unwillingness.

Chen Feng paid no attention to Xiao Xuanwu's dazed state. With a flicker of movement, he immediately Devoured the divine traits of the three and collected their Void Rings.

Tianyuan Sacred Land was wealthy and deeply rooted in resources—naturally, they possessed far more Void Rings than the Huntian Sect.

Moreover, these three all bore Saint-Grade Divine Traits and were Quasi-Saints of Tianyuan Sacred Land. It was only expected that they would carry Void Rings.

Having Devoured three Saint-Grade Divine Traits, Chen Feng felt as though he had merely sipped the broth.

Even so, he sensed his Huntian Sword Body growing stronger—an all-encompassing enhancement. It wasn’t a breakthrough in realm, but rather a continuous solidification and elevation of his foundation.

Like constructing a building—originally, the walls were made of wood, but now they were steadily being replaced with stone, and later, they would be reinforced with steel. Yet, the height of the structure remained unchanged.

This was the essence of foundation.

Similarly, his Huntian Sword Force grew increasingly formidable—another manifestation of his foundation.

By the time Chen Feng had finished gathering everything, Xiao Xuanwu had barely regained his senses. His gaze, laden with complexity, fixed on Chen Feng. His lips moved, but for a moment, he found himself at a loss for words.

Was he surprised?

Undoubtedly.

In fact, it could be described as sheer astonishment—an overwhelming shock that sent tremors through his very soul.

Months ago, within the Huntian Palace, Chen Feng had defeated the Three Quasi-Saints of Tianyuan Sacred Land in succession—one of whom was Li Wuji, the very man who had forced Xiao Xuanwu into retreat. At the time, Xiao Xuanwu had been deeply astonished. Afterward, he had thrown himself into relentless cultivation, and over the months, his strength had surged dramatically.

He had believed that even if he hadn’t surpassed Chen Feng, he had at least caught up.

After all, he possessed the top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait—the Heavenly Apex Sacred Body—while Chen Feng was merely a Mortal Body. His potential should have been inferior.

Even if Chen Feng had mastered the fourth level of the Huntian Sword Body, it shouldn’t have mattered.

Who could have imagined that he would end up being saved by Chen Feng?

The three formidable enemies who had beaten him to the point of vomiting blood had fallen to just three of Chen Feng’s sword strikes.

In other words, the current Xiao Xuanwu might not even withstand a single strike from Chen Feng.

What a cruel reality!

Xiao Xuanwu found it difficult to accept.

Little did he know, entering the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm had been a tremendous opportunity for Chen Feng—one far greater than what anyone else had obtained.

After all, Chen Feng possessed the Divine Talisman Of Creation, allowing him to swiftly refine treasures like the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid to enhance his strength. Moreover, he could Devour the divine traits of his enemies, further solidifying his foundation and simultaneously boosting his power. Who could possibly compare?

"Senior Brother Xiao, you should leave the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm first," Chen Feng suggested. "Farewell!" Without waiting for Xiao Xuanwu's reply, he strode away swiftly. His goal was to find saintly herbs.

Only after Chen Feng had left did Xiao Xuanwu fully regain his senses. He hurriedly took out medicinal pills to heal his injuries and began making his way out. Indeed, staying here in his current condition was far too dangerous.

"My strength has grown slightly stronger now compared to when I slew Ye Mingxuan..." Chen Feng murmured to himself as he searched for saintly herbs. The sensation of continuous improvement was truly exhilarating.

Following his instincts deeper, he unearthed more Spiritual Sources. Unfortunately, treasures like the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid remained elusive. After storing away a particularly deep-hued Spiritual Source, Chen Feng suddenly detected faint, peculiar cries in the distance.

Focusing intently, he pinpointed a direction and advanced cautiously, listening as the cries grew clearer with each step.

"That sound... could it be a dragon roar? Does a true dragon still exist in this place?"

Driven by intense curiosity, Chen Feng quickened his pace, dashing toward the source of the dragon roar.