Chapter 128: Displaying Power

At this moment, the guard named Zou Tai immediately spoke to Chu Feng: "Palace Master, perhaps we should return to the Holy City. This Flying Eagle warship was specially configured for you; it is a Saint-grade spiritual artifact and extremely sturdy. Once the barrier is activated, ordinary Saint-Spirit warriors would find it difficult to break through in a short time. We will be safe as long as we return to the Holy City."

"A Saint-grade spiritual artifact!" Chu Feng was slightly surprised by this. He then glanced at the gray-clad man in the distance, showing no panic, and said to the guard, "Brother Zou, go and park the warship on the mountain peak. I will go and meet him."

Chu Feng remained calm and composed, his words filled with powerful confidence. This left the others dumbfounded, and they thought to themselves, "Could the Palace Master already be strong enough to battle a Saint-Spirit warrior?"

"Savage, are you really going?" Xu Yan asked with concern, though her heart was filled more with shock. She understood Chu Feng and knew he was a person who acted only after gauging his own strength; he would never speak with such confidence without the power to back it up.

Chu Feng held Xu Yan's hand, smiled slightly, and said, "Don't worry. Don't you want to know how strong your brother is? This is a perfect opportunity."

At this time, Chu Feng turned back to Zou Tai and said with a smile, "Brother Zou, go ahead. If it truly becomes impossible, it won't be too late to run then."

Zou Tai nodded and headed to the control room. Before long, the Flying Eagle warship landed on a very wide mountain peak.

The barrier of the Flying Eagle warship was activated, shielding Xu Yan and the others inside. As for Chu Feng, he stood a hundred paces away, sword in hand, gazing quietly at the sky, waiting for the enemy's arrival.

Chu Feng had long researched the forces under the Eastern King, which was the source of his confidence. Currently, within the entire Eastern King City, he was confident in his ability to contend with anyone, provided the Eastern King himself did not intervene.

Soon, the gray-clad figure approached, hovering in the void and looking coldly at Chu Feng.

"Are you Tu Zhong?" Chu Feng said coldly. It was an easy guess, as there was only one Saint-Spirit warrior under the Eastern King.

Tu Zhong, in the air, remained expressionless. He neither denied nor confirmed, simply staring coldly at Chu Feng. After a moment, he spoke: "Make your move. Let me see just how strong this prodigy who rivals Yu Yang really is!"

Chu Feng smiled faintly. Since the other party had come to kill him, there was nothing left to say. He swung his sword three times in succession; three massive arcs of sword energy tore through the air almost simultaneously, striking directly at Tu Zhong.

These three strikes were even more powerful than his previous one. One arc was the primary attack, while the other two cut off Tu Zhong's path of retreat and advance.

The three strikes were incredibly fast, reaching Tu Zhong in an instant.

In the void, Tu Zhong’s pupils contracted. Faced with such sharp attacks, he was truly startled. Based on these three strikes alone, he felt that his opponent's combat power was likely on par with his own.

With a thought, Tu Zhong summoned a battle blade into his hand. He struck in an instant, the blade pulsating with surging spiritual energy and erupting with immense power.

This blade was a low-grade Saint-grade spiritual artifact. As it swung, blade energy surged and collided fiercely with the incoming sword energy.

In an instant, the heavens roared. It was as if a small sun had been born there, its blazing light drowning the void. From the perspective of Xu Yan and the others on the warship, they could no longer see what was happening in the sky.

However, for someone of Chu Feng's level, his mental intent already permeated the void. Before the initial clash had even settled, he felt the ground tremble, leaped into the air, and charged directly into the boundless storm of energy.

The sword energy on his Zhenyu Sword remained condensed but unreleased. Chu Feng raised the sword and slashed directly at Tu Zhong.

Within the energy storm, Tu Zhong clearly sensed his surroundings. Seeing Chu Feng attack, he swung his own blade to meet him.

On the warship, the group only saw Chu Feng leap three hundred feet into the air and vanish into the blazing energy storm. Then, they heard a massive clanging sound from the sky, followed by a gray-clad figure being sent flying backward out of the energy storm.

Everyone was struck dumb. Although they could not see Chu Feng, they realized that the Saint-Spirit warrior had been knocked back.

Furthermore, as the Saint-Spirit warrior was sent flying, a massive arc of sword energy followed rapidly. Though the warrior tried his best to defend, he was still struck by part of the energy and plummeted like a meteorite, smashing into the earth and obliterating a mountain peak.

At this moment, the energy storm in the sky had not yet dissipated, and Chu Feng’s figure emerged from it, landing on a mountain peak on the other side.

After all, Chu Feng could not yet fly, so he naturally could not remain in the air for long.

When he landed, the ground shook once more, and the surrounding earth and stone shattered, showing how formidable his physical strength was.

Xu Yan and the others were filled with excitement; they had never imagined that Chu Feng had become this strong, to the point where even a Saint-Spirit warrior was knocked away.

However, at this moment, Chu Feng's clothes were somewhat tattered. He was only wearing the Zilu Battle Suit, which was merely a mid-grade Earth-grade spiritual artifact; it could hardly withstand the tearing force of such a high-level energy storm.

If he hadn't used his own spiritual energy to protect it, the suit would have been destroyed long ago.

At this time, Tu Zhong flew up from the debris into the sky. With a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, he stared at Chu Feng. Though cold light flickered in his eyes, his heart was in turmoil.

He had not expected Chu Feng to be so powerful; this strength far exceeded his and the Eastern King's expectations.

Tu Zhong knew his own strength well—he was a mid-stage second-rank Saint-Spirit warrior. With his blade and full exertion, his combat power approached that of a late-stage second-rank Saint-Spirit warrior.

Yet, in the clash just now, he had been completely suppressed by Chu Feng, unable to contend with his momentum.

Tu Zhong was certain that Chu Feng already possessed combat power rivaling a late-stage second-rank warrior. This result was too incredible to accept; after all, when Yu Yang left the Spirit War Pavilion, his combat power was only equivalent to an early-stage second-rank Saint-Spirit warrior.

Tu Zhong was well aware that it was fortunate Chu Feng could not fly. If he could have flown and pursued him during that clash, the battle would likely have ended very quickly.

At this moment, Tu Zhong felt a stroke of luck—he was glad the Eastern King had given him the Profound Moon Bow. Otherwise, not only would he have failed to kill Chu Feng, but he might have lost his own life in the process.

On the mountain, Chu Feng frowned as he stared at Tu Zhong in the sky. Clearly, he realized the disadvantage of not being able to fly; it was truly restrictive to fight in the air.

Suddenly, a cruel smile appeared on Tu Zhong's face, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty glow as he stared at Chu Feng and sneered: "Very good, very good. To be able to kill a prodigy like you today, this life has not been lived in vain!"

Chu Feng’s heart sank upon hearing this. He watched Tu Zhong vigilantly. He already knew Tu Zhong's combat power; it would be impossible for him to win by strength alone. But for the opponent to say such things at this moment, it seemed Tu Zhong still had a trump card.

The next moment, Chu Feng’s pupils contracted and his heart tightened, for he saw a mysterious blue-green longbow appear in Tu Zhong's hand. As soon as the bow appeared, Chu Feng felt a vast and piercing aura that filled the heavens.

This was definitely a lethal weapon. Chu Feng’s heart sank as a sense of crisis arose.

Looking at the ancient longbow, a flash of insight crossed Chu Feng's eyes as he realized a possibility, and he couldn't help but say: "The Profound Moon Bow!"

Ordinary Saint-grade spiritual artifacts rarely possessed such vast momentum. Chu Feng naturally thought of the legendary Profound Moon Bow.

In the void, a cold sneer appeared on Tu Zhong's face. He looked at Chu Feng as if he were prey, saying coldly: "Not bad, you have a sharp eye. This is one of the human race's wonder-weapons, the Profound Moon Bow. Didn't expect that, did you? Being able to die under the Profound Moon Bow can be considered your honor."

This time, whether it was Chu Feng or Xu Yan and the others, their hearts felt heavy upon hearing the name "Profound Moon Bow."

A wonder-weapon of the human race had immense power, famous even among the demon race. With such a weapon in the opponent's hands, the idea of running away seemed highly unrealistic.

In the sky, Tu Zhong had already drawn the bowstring. At this moment, an arrow of energy light formed, simultaneously drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The Profound Moon Bow continued to awaken, its momentum growing stronger and soon surpassing that of a second-rank Saint-Spirit warrior, and it was still climbing.

Chu Feng’s expression was grave. Tu Zhong was already very strong; with the Profound Moon Bow, his combat power had undoubtedly reached a new level.

If they were to clash head-on, Chu Feng knew he was no match. However, his heart was filled with surging fighting spirit, and he felt no fear.

He quickly gained an insight: the Profound Moon Bow was purely a long-range weapon. If he could get close to Tu Zhong, there might be a chance. But such an opening was difficult to create, especially since Tu Zhong could fly.

Chu Feng was destined not to sit and wait for death; he wanted to find an opportunity to strike first. However, the light arrow on the Profound Moon Bow quickly condensed, and Tu Zhong released the string in an instant.

A massive blue-green light arrow streaked toward him. Although the speed of the single arrow was extreme, it would not have been difficult for Chu Feng to dodge it with his explosive power.

Just as Chu Feng was about to move, he paused in surprise. At that moment, he felt his storage ring tremble slightly, and an object shot out from it at high speed.

Chu Feng focused his eyes and was stunned—the object was the small black box he had obtained from the stone hall in the Profound Moon Valley.

The small black box hovered four or five yards in front of Chu Feng. He was filled with shock and had no time to think when the massive blue-green arrow collided with the box.

An astonishing thing happened then: when the blue-green arrow touched the box, the box remained completely undamaged.

Even more bizarrely, the box vibrated slightly and completely absorbed the arrow shot by the Profound Moon Bow.

At this moment, not only was Chu Feng dumbfounded, but Tu Zhong in the sky was also completely stunned, his face filled with shock.

Chu Feng immediately realized a possibility: the Profound Moon Bow originated from Profound Moon Valley, and this box also came from the same place. Could there be some connection between them?

After the box absorbed the blue-green arrow, it fell back into Chu Feng’s hand. With a soft click, to Chu Feng's disbelief, the box opened, revealing a narrow slit.

"Could it be that the arrow shot from the Profound Moon Bow was the key to opening this box?" Chu Feng immediately thought of this incredible possibility.

Chu Feng was shocked; such a feat was truly grand. If the box itself was this powerful, what kind of thing was stored inside?

Though surprised, Chu Feng did not hesitate. After all, he was facing the Profound Moon Bow and was still in the midst of a crisis.

He felt that whatever was inside the box might just be enough to contend with the Profound Moon Bow.