Chapter 92: No Matter How Much You Flaunt, You're Still a Junior

Chapter 92: No Matter How Much You Flaunt, You're Still a Junior

A majestic voice resounded across the heavens and earth.

Every peak, island, and individual within the Huntian Sect heard it clearly.

In the next moment, the entire sect erupted in excitement.

"Incredible!"

"Senior Brother Han is truly remarkable. From now on, we should address him as Sect Heir."

"Sect Heir! The future candidate for Sect Master!"

Outer Sect Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, Core Disciples, and even True Disciples were all stirred with emotion. Those who had joined the Huntian Sect in the same batch as Han Daoling wore expressions of shared pride.

Within the Canglong True Hall...

"God-Grade Divine Trait... Supreme Body Forging Realm... Sect Heir..."

Yuan Hualong's face was filled with disbelief, his entire being dazed.

He knew Han Daoling's Primordial Spirit Dao Body possessed the astonishing potential to evolve into a God-Grade Divine Trait, but it shouldn’t have been so easy or quick.

Yet now, not only had Han Daoling successfully evolved his divine trait, but he had also achieved the Thirteenth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, forged a Supreme Body Forging Foundation, and was directly promoted to Sect Heir.

Each of these accomplishments was something Yuan Hualong had strived for but failed to attain.

"I wonder if he has unlocked the Human Body's Hidden Treasure and mastered Destiny Power?" Yuan Hualong muttered to himself.

Mastering Destiny Power would elevate Han Daoling to yet another level.

The Thirteenth Transformation represented breaking limits, while Destiny Power represented surpassing even those limits.

Yuan Hualong’s emotions were in turmoil, and Xiao Xuanwu was no different.

"Supreme Body Forging Realm..." Xiao Xuanwu was lost in thought, his mind reeling.

Even with his Heavenly Apex Sacred Body, he had aimed for the Supreme Body Forging Realm as the ultimate goal of the Body Forging Realm. Yet, he had no certainty of achieving it—only the determination to strive with all his might.

...

"God-Grade Divine Trait... Supreme Body Forging Realm... Appointed as Sect Heir..."

"It seems we have another competitor."

"And this one is no ordinary rival, everyone."

"So what? We’ve already taken the first steps. In martial competition, the first step leads to every advantage."

"Not necessarily. This one possesses a God-Grade Divine Trait and has forged a Supreme Body Forging Foundation. His talent and potential surpass ours. We must be wary."

"Hah! What does it matter? It’s just another challenge."

Threads of divine sense intertwined as they conversed before gradually fading into silence.

...

"A God-Grade Divine Trait, the Thirteenth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, and appointed Sect Heir... I wonder if he’s unlocked his Hidden Treasure and mastered Destiny Power?"

Chen Feng pondered, then his eyes suddenly brightened as a thought struck him.

"With Han Daoling’s arrogant and ignorant nature, he’ll probably come flaunting in front of me..."

The mere thought made Chen Feng anticipate an amusing turn of events.

Sure enough, within just half a day, a streak of light pierced through the sea of clouds and descended upon Juejian Peak.

"Chen Feng, where are you? Come and pay your respects to your senior brother!"

Han Daoling leaped down from another’s flying spiritual weapon, hands clasped behind his back. His petite yet upright frame tilted at a 45-degree angle, exuding an air of superiority as his voice carried across the surroundings.

A smug expression adorned his delicate face.

There was no helping it—he was simply too pleased with himself.

In the Primordial Spirit Cave, Han Daoling had been suppressed by Chen Feng and forced to bow three times in humiliation, even calling him "Senior Brother" three times. Now, he could finally reclaim his dignity and hold his head high.

No amount of satisfaction would be excessive.

"Junior Brother Han, you’ve just been promoted to Sect Heir and couldn’t wait to pay respects to this Senior Brother. How touching," a mocking voice rang out.

Following the voice, a tall and agile figure strode forward, his movements fluid like a swimming dragon, as if descending from the heavens. The moment he appeared, a faint golden divine radiance shimmered around him, resembling ethereal mist rising, like a divine prince stepping into the mortal realm.

Peerless in the world!

Han Daoling froze on the spot, and even the person who had escorted him couldn’t help but stiffen before his face twisted into shock.

Facing the figure who walked forward with effortless grace, as if in complete control, Han Daoling couldn’t help but feel insignificant.

Instinctively, he activated his Primordial Spirit Dao Body. A series of rumbling sounds erupted as strands of energy spread, merging with the surrounding world, resonating with heaven and earth. It was as if he was transforming into a child of the cosmos, his body enveloped in a crystalline white glow.

For a moment, Han Daoling seemed brimming with astonishing spirituality.

Yet, for some reason, when compared to the other, his presence felt lacking—as if missing a certain depth, a certain mystery.

"Chen Feng, I have now forged a Supreme Body Forging Foundation and ascended to Sect Heir. Whether in cultivation, strength, or status, I surpass you. Hurry and bow, addressing me as Senior Brother!" Han Daoling pushed his Primordial Spirit Dao Body’s manifestation to its limit and roared coldly, "Or… do you dare to defy your superior?"

"Forged a Supreme Body Forging Foundation? Surpassing me in cultivation and strength?"

Hearing this, Chen Feng smiled—a smile full of mockery.

Then, with a single step, his body trembled slightly as an overwhelming aura erupted from him, like the roar of a true dragon, shaking the air and sending ripples in all directions.

A crimson light emerged, enveloping Chen Feng’s body and condensing into a blazing sun. A dragon-shaped figure swam out, devouring the Qi and Blood True Sun before fully materializing into a three-meter-long Qi and Blood True Dragon coiling around him, unleashing an oppressive pressure that made it hard to breathe.

The faint golden radiance around him suddenly intensified, becoming clear and blazing.

Like a bursting dam, this overwhelming aura crashed onto Han Daoling, instantly crushing his proud presence.

Han Daoling’s face paled uncontrollably. Under that pressure, he felt suffocated—small and powerless.

At this moment, he was utterly bewildered.

How?

He had evolved his Primordial Spirit Dao Body into a God-Grade Divine Trait, broken through his limits in cultivation, and forged a Supreme Body Forging Foundation—even if he hadn’t unlocked the Human Body's Hidden Treasure or grasped Destiny Power.

But the Supreme Body Forging Realm was the Supreme Body Forging Realm, fundamentally different from the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm!

He had no idea that even if he possessed a God-Grade Divine Trait and achieved the Supreme Body Forging Realm, he might still not be a match for Chen Feng, who had reached the limit of the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm. Moreover, the current Chen Feng had also attained the Supreme Body Forging Realm—no, the True Supreme Body Forging Realm, forged through the Seventh Layer Huntian Sword Body and wielding Destiny Power.

The difference between them was fundamental.

"Impossible! Chen Feng, you can't possibly be my match!" Han Daoling roared, channeling all his strength without hesitation. He leaped into the air and threw a punch, his Force surging like a dragon, condensing around his arm with tangible might as it blasted toward Chen Feng. Even tempered steel would shatter under such a strike.

Chen Feng's expression remained unchanged, but a faint sneer curled at the corner of his lips. It was time for Han Daoling to recognize his own arrogance, ignorance, and insignificance once more.

Without even drawing his sword, Chen Feng simply raised a finger like a blade and lightly tapped forward.

A surge of Sword Force instantly condensed at his fingertip.

That Sword Force was cloaked in a golden divine radiance—razor-sharp, overwhelmingly potent, and utterly tyrannical.

The air itself was pierced through by that single finger strike, unstoppable in its path. Even a Low-Grade Spirit Weapon would struggle to withstand its might.

It pierced through everything!

Han Daoling's punch was shattered in an instant, followed by the sickening sound of cracking bones.

Han Daoling let out an involuntary scream, his arm recoiling as if struck by lightning. His entire body was sent flying backward, his arm trembling uncontrollably.

He could clearly feel his finger bones fracturing and crumbling.

Unbelievable!

Despite having achieved the Supreme Body Forging Realm and possessing a God-Grade Divine Trait Physique—though his Primordial Spirit Dao Body wasn't as renowned for raw power as the Heavenly Apex Sacred Body or the Black Dragon Battle Physique—it was still extraordinary.

Such a physique already surpassed Ordinary Weapons and could rival Spirit Weapons.

Yet his bones had been shattered by a single strike.

This alone proved just how terrifying that finger strike had been.

"Sect Heir Han, Sect Heir Candidate Chen Feng has also attained the Supreme Body Forging Realm," the person who had brought Han Daoling promptly informed him.

"What?!"

Even if he had suspected it, hearing it confirmed sent shockwaves through Han Daoling's heart beyond description.

"Han Daoling, from the moment you entered the sect, you were my junior. From now on, no matter how much you struggle, you will always remain my junior," Chen Feng said, gazing at Han Daoling with deliberate calm, his tone laced with mockery.

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Han Daoling nearly exploded on the spot.

He had come here in high spirits, brimming with confidence and ambition, determined to crush Chen Feng beneath his feet and prove himself as the true hope of the Huntian Sect's younger generation—the one destined to shine above all others.

Chen Feng was nothing. He had merely been lucky enough to join the Huntian Sect a year earlier and lucky enough to steal the spotlight in the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.

If it had been him, he would have done far better than Chen Feng.

Yet time and again, he had been humiliated.

Even now, after finally obtaining a God-Grade Divine Trait and breaking through to the Thirteenth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm to forge a Supreme Body Forging Foundation, he had still been crushed.

For a moment, Han Daoling's face cycled through shades of green, red, and white before he finally couldn't hold back—a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and he collapsed backward.

Chen Feng, however, no longer spared Han Daoling a single thought.

There was no need.

What of the Supreme Body Forging Realm?

Even before my breakthrough, I could already defeat him—unless he possessed Destiny Power.

Now, I too am in the Supreme Body Forging Realm, and one who wields Destiny Power at that. How could a mere Han Daoling hope to contend with me?

If he knows his place and obediently acts as a junior, he’ll remain unharmed.

If he doesn’t…

Well, there are precedents.

"Uncle Yang, I’ll trouble you once more. Take me to the Huntian Battle Tower—I wish to continue my challenges." Chen Feng ignored Han Daoling, who was coughing up blood and collapsed on the ground, turning instead to Yang Tao nearby.

"Young Master, it would be my honor." Yang Tao laughed heartily, immediately summoning sword light to carry Chen Feng away in flight.