Outside the Peng Lai Secret Realm in the East Sea on Earth, two Daoists exchanged a glance, their faces full of astonishment. Chu Feng knew far too much; many matters involved ancient secrets. They had to capture someone like him and interrogate him thoroughly.
"Take him down and bring him back for a harsh interrogation. This is a big catch!"
The older Peng Lai Daoist said fiercely, then struck first. Drawing his longsword, he flashed forward like a bolt of lightning, stabbing toward Chu Feng at a speed far beyond that of an ordinary King.
"Boom!"
The other, middle-aged Daoist, Tian Hong, also moved. His sword light was like a startling thunderclap, carrying an explosive roar and a terrifying aura as it stabbed toward Chu Feng's brow.
These two had torn at least eleven shackles, making them existences far beyond the Kings of the outside world. Only because of the restrictions of the world's field could they temporarily move only around the Peng Lai Secret Realm. Now that Chu Feng had delivered himself to their doorstep, naturally they would not hold back.
At the Shackles Realm, tearing twelve shackles was generally the limit. Although cultivators still had other shackles within their bodies after the twelfth, continuing further would no longer increase their combat power.
"You're already close to the Carefree Realm. You're something of a figure, at least!"
Chu Feng gave the old Daoist another look. This old fellow had actually torn twelve shackles. If he advanced one step further, he would enter the Carefree Realm. But even if he had reached the Carefree Realm, he would still be useless against Chu Feng.
"Kid, you have some discernment. Why don't you surrender at once?"
The old Daoist was arrogant. The sword light in his hand was like thunder, powerful enough