After a brief rest, the two continued strolling between the viewing platforms. Suddenly, from a training ground not far away, deafening cries of shock erupted, the commotion far exceeding even Xu Ziqian's earlier battle.
The two exchanged a glance and looked toward the sound. They saw that the training ground was numbered Renxu Region, Arena One—it was precisely the area where Feng Butong, the True Disciple leading the Dan Chen Sect this time, was located.
"It's Senior Brother Feng," Cao Feiyu said.
The two flew over. Inside Arena One, Feng Butong stood in blue robes with his hands clasped behind his back, as if he were not in the middle of an intense duel, but idly strolling through a quiet courtyard.
His opponent was a swordsman holding a massive blade as wide as a door panel. At this moment, he was half-kneeling on the ground, propping himself up with the blade, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as he stared at Feng Butong with a face full of horror and unwillingness.
On the massive blade in his hand, a crack had appeared, shockingly close to severing it in two.
And in Feng Butong's hand, there was no weapon.
Only at his fingertip, a strange glimmer containing the birth and destruction of all things was slowly fading away.
Just now, he had used this seemingly light and airy finger to tap that massive blade, and then... the blade had shattered, and the swordsman had been utterly defeated.
"Dao Ruins True Return Body!" a Dan Chen Sect disciple said, expression stirred with excitement.
Chen Fei's gaze shifted slightly. What Feng Butong had displayed was indeed a derivative divine ability of the Dao Ruins True Return Body, and its power was even stronger than when Chen Fei used this move alone.