Chapter 78: Fearless in Battle, Unafraid to Fight

Chapter 78: Fearless in Battle, Unafraid to Fight

The boundless sky stretched endlessly.

A threatening roar rolled like thunder, shaking the void with overwhelming pressure.

Layers of white clouds outside the Huntian Sacred Mountain shattered instantly, dispersing like mist.

The echoes reverberated in all directions.

The disciples of the Huntian Sect all paled in shock.

The Tianyuan Sacred Land?

At the Huntian Palace, Sect Master Tuoba Wuxiang's expression darkened, a cold glint flashing deep in his eyes.

He had just announced Chen Feng's promotion to Sect Heir Candidate, and in the next breath, the Tianyuan Sacred Land arrived, demanding Chen Feng's surrender. Was this not a blatant slap to his face in front of the countless disciples of the Huntian Sect?

A terrifying aura erupted from Tuoba Wuxiang's towering figure like a volcanic explosion, forming a pillar that pierced the heavens, shattering the endless layers of clouds as it surged outward, crashing toward the dozen Dao Integration Realm elders of the Tianyuan Sacred Land outside the Huntian Sacred Mountain.

"This is the territory of the Huntian Sect! Chen Feng is our Sect Heir Candidate! You have gone too far!"

Before the elders, the shattered mist of white clouds rapidly twisted and condensed into a massive face, radiating the terrifying might of the peak Dao Integration Realm. Its voice boomed like thunder, pressing down on the Tianyuan Sacred Land elders a second time.

The faces of the dozen elders twisted in shock.

"Tuoba Wuxiang! Chen Feng stole saintly herbs from our Tianyuan Sacred Land in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm and slaughtered dozens of our disciples! His crimes are unforgivable!" One of the powerful Dao Integration Realm elders resisted the oppressive aura and roared furiously. "Hand him over to us to face judgment in the Tianyuan Sacred Land, or else—don't blame us for marching on the Huntian Sect and leaving no blade of grass!"

"Outrageous!"

"If they want a fight, then let's fight! I've had enough of this frustration!"

"It's just a battle. If they want to destroy our Huntian Sect, even the Tianyuan Sacred Land will pay a bloody price!"

At the Huntian Palace, the elders erupted in fury, united in their defiance.

Their fearless determination and willingness to fight moved Chen Feng deeply.

"Your Tianyuan Sacred Land is utterly laughable," Tuoba Wuxiang's massive cloud-formed face sneered with undisguised mockery. "The saintly herbs were already taken by your Tianyuan Saint. Could it be that you were too weak to protect them, too cowardly to reclaim them, and now you're shifting the blame onto our Chen Feng?"

The scorn in Tuoba Wuxiang's voice was unmistakable—so thick it was almost suffocating.

For a moment, the dozen Tianyuan Sacred Land elders fell silent.

They had already heard the Tianyuan Saint's detailed account of events, corroborated by the Nangong Saint, the Zhenwu Saint, and all other disciples who had witnessed it.

Chen Feng had indeed stored the saintly herbs in the Huntian Space Ring and thrown it away.

They had also scanned Chen Feng's body with their divine sense and found no other spatial rings.

In other words, Chen Feng had truly handed over the saintly herbs.

So why was the Huntian Space Ring empty?

Had Chen Feng tampered with it?

If that were the case, how did he manage to tamper with things under everyone's watchful eyes?

The fury of being mocked by the two sacred lands for failing to obtain the saintly herb, combined with the rage of losing at least twenty disciples to Chen Feng's blade, drove them straight to the Huntian Sect's doorstep to demand answers. Their best-case scenario was to take Chen Feng back—they had their own ways to make him speak the truth.

"Tuoba Wuxiang, don’t you dare act so arrogantly!" A thunderous voice boomed across the heavens, and in the distance, a terrifying tide surged forth, vast and unstoppable, sweeping across the skies with overwhelming momentum. The oppressive force it exuded blanketed the world, reducing all living things to insignificance.

That power carried an unfathomable profundity, as if it stood above all, commanding absolute control.

From the endless surging tide, a figure emerged, each step sending ripples through the void that spread for thousands of meters. Every ripple contained terrifying, boundless force, capable of shattering mountains with ease.

Clad in a billowing black robe that fluttered in the wind, the figure exuded an immeasurable, domineering presence.

"Meng Feng!"

Tuoba Wuxiang's colossal cloud-formed face stiffened with extreme gravity as he fixed his gaze on the black-robed figure.

Especially when sensing the aura radiating from the man, his heart clenched in shock—this man had already taken a step toward that legendary realm.

"Tuoba Wuxiang, don’t drag the Huntian Sect into ruin for the sake of an insignificant nobody," Meng Feng declared with an imperious, condescending tone, as if he were a deity dictating fate itself.

"Chen Feng is a Sect Heir Candidate of our sect," Tuoba Wuxiang responded solemnly.

"So what? Even if he were the Sect Heir, it wouldn’t matter," Meng Feng replied indifferently, his voice dripping with disdain. "Exchanging a mere Sect Heir Candidate for your sect’s safety—surely a man of your wisdom, Tuoba Wuxiang, knows the right choice to make."

"Indeed, unless you wish for the Huntian Sect to be wiped out right now."

The Dao Integration Realm elders of Tianyuan Sacred Land burst into raucous laughter, their jeers piercing the air and echoing across the Huntian Sacred Mountain.

"Tuoba Wuxiang, make your choice—before the full might of Tianyuan Sacred Land arrives," Meng Feng spoke again, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips, as if victory was already assured.

Given his understanding of Tuoba Wuxiang, he knew exactly what choice the man would make.

After all… everything was for the sect, wasn’t it?

"Sect Master, we must not yield!"

"Exactly! If it’s a fight they want, then let it be a fight!"

The elders familiar with Tuoba Wuxiang’s temperament knew he was caught in a dilemma.

It wasn’t that Tuoba Wuxiang feared Tianyuan Sacred Land—if he were alone, he would fight without hesitation, even if it meant death. But as the leader of the Huntian Sect, he bore the weight of its rise and fall. Every decision had to be weighed carefully.

"Let us fight! The Huntian Sect has remained silent for far too long—even the likes of the Heavenly Arms Sect dare to boast about replacing us!"

"Indeed! Fight! Let the Eastern Wasteland, let the world know that even in decline, the Huntian Sect will not be bullied—not even by a sacred land!"

Tuoba Wuxiang remained silent, but his eyes flickered with an unquenchable fire, as if flames raged within them.

Advance?

Or retreat?

"The Huntian Sect has retreated too many times already…" Tuoba Wuxiang suddenly let out a long sigh. "This time… we do not retreat!"

"Meng Feng, withdraw now, and we can coexist peacefully. Otherwise... the Huntian Sect is prepared for war." Tuoba Wuxiang's colossal mist-formed face grew more condensed, his voice thunderous, resonating between heaven and earth, his words resolute to the extreme.

"What a pity, Tuoba Wuxiang. You've made a choice I never expected—one that plunges the Huntian Sect into an abyss of no return." Meng Feng showed a flicker of surprise, never anticipating Tuoba Wuxiang would choose this path. He then shook his head and sighed softly, "Since that's the case, today marks the beginning of the Huntian Sect's erasure."

As his words fell, Meng Feng's black robes trembled violently, and a deafening roar shook the heavens.

An overwhelming, terrifying aura surged forth like a raging sea, each wisp of energy carrying an indescribable, profound mystery—transcending the ordinary, vast and boundless, crushing all in its path.

In the next moment, winds howled and clouds churned as a gigantic palm emerged, wreathed in endless smoke, descending to suppress the world.

The void froze, collapsed, and fractured, leaving countless fissures in its wake.

Tuoba Wuxiang's mist-formed face was instantly shattered, utterly defenseless.

A dozen Dao Integration Realm elders also took action, their combined strike nearly matching the might of Meng Feng's palm.

Two devastating attacks immediately slammed into the Huntian Sacred Mountain, reducing countless clouds to nothingness.

The space around the Huntian Sacred Mountain trembled violently.

The echoes of destruction reverberated through the mountains.

"Prepare to activate the Protective Formation and summon the Huntian Drum..." Tuoba Wuxiang decisively issued the command. "All Dao Integration Realm experts must strike. Today, we slaughter these Tianyuan Sacred Land invaders."

Boom!

The drum's first strike shook heaven and earth.

Its sound carried an astonishing momentum, instantly igniting the Huntian Sect's disciples with soaring morale and immense power, as if injected with fervor. Their auras surged wildly.

Strike!

One terrifying force after another tore through the air, shattering the combined attack of Tianyuan Sacred Land's Dao Integration Realm experts and barely holding back Meng Feng's palm strike.

Yet, after all, they were only half-step into the Sage Realm, not true Sages.

"The Huntian Drum... It seems your Huntian Sect truly has no desire to endure any longer." Hearing the deafening drumbeat, Meng Feng's expression darkened, his gaze turning icy. With a flip of his palm, the phantom of a small ancient bronze bell appeared, which he casually tossed into the air.

The phantom expanded with the wind, transforming in an instant into a massive, hundred-meter-tall Ancient Bronze Bell, solid as reality.

Its surface was engraved with countless intricate patterns, resembling winding mountains and rivers, as though containing an entire world within—vast and primordial.

An overwhelming pressure radiated from the bell, heavy enough to suppress all existence.

Clang!

Meng Feng struck the Ancient Bronze Bell, releasing a deep, archaic tone. Ripples of power spread outward, annihilating every incoming attack.

"The Tianyuan Bell!" Tuoba Wuxiang's heart clenched in dread.

Simultaneously, radiant lights of various hues emerged from all corners of the Huntian Sacred Mountain, intertwining and crisscrossing at astonishing speed until they enveloped the entire mountain. A resonant hum filled the air, shaking the world as the multicolored brilliance fused into a pale gray radiance, encasing the sacred peak.

That was the Huntian Sect's Protective Formation.

The Protective Formation stood as one, immovable as a mountain, exuding an ancient, domineering, and majestic aura, seemingly fused with the Huntian Sacred Mountain. The destructive power of the Dao Integration Realm was overwhelmingly fierce, and the devastation caused by battles at this level was staggering. Without activating the Protective Formation, even if they could annihilate the dozen or so Dao Integration Realm experts from Tianyuan Sacred Land, the Huntian Sacred Mountain would still be nearly destroyed.

"What does activating the formation matter? Watch me break through it..." Meng Feng sneered coldly and once again activated the Ancient Bronze Bell.

The Ancient Bronze Bell resonated once more, its toll growing even more sonorous and profound, vast and boundless. The engravings of mountains, rivers, and landscapes on its surface shimmered with radiant light, its might multiplying several times over. Suddenly expanding to a kilometer in size, it resembled an ancient, colossal mountain, carrying an unstoppable force capable of crushing everything in its path as it descended upon the Huntian Sect's Protective Formation.