Master Huohuo! Above Grandmaster!? Surpassing Martial Arts Peak!?

"Grandmaster?"

"He doesn't even qualify to carry my Master's shoes!"

Xiao Huohuo's powerful voice silenced the surrounding noise.

Everyone stared at Xiao Huohuo in shock, looking at the determined young man. They exchanged glances, seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

"This..."

For a moment, everyone was at a loss for words.

After a long while, the Sect Master of the Moon Sword Sect on the Small Immortal Terrace frowned in disbelief and said:

"Grandmaster is already the pinnacle of the Southern Desolate Realm."

"Those who are Grandmasters are treated as honored guests even by the Emperors of the Five Great Dynasties."

"It can be said that Grandmasters are the heavens for martial artists in the Southern Wasteland."

"The heavens of martial artists don't even qualify to carry Xiao Huohuo's master's shoes?"

Everyone shook their heads.

They could all hear a hint of displeasure in the tone of the Moon Sword Sect Master, who had been favoring Xiao Huohuo since the beginning.

Xiao Huohuo's talent was indeed formidable, but he was too arrogant.

He actually insulted the Grandmasters whom the entire Southern Desolate Realm revered.

The Sect Master of the Mountain Gate Sect beside him said with a cold face and a snort:

"How is that possible?"

"In the history of the Southern Desolate Realm, there has never been a true powerhouse beyond the Grandmaster realm."

"The so-called Heavenly Beings only exist in the mouths of storytellers or in recorded stories."

"They have never truly existed."

"Even if Xiao Huohuo's talent is terrifying, and even if his master's teaching ability is first-rate, I still cannot believe that there are powerhouses beyond the Grandmaster realm in this world."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Completely ignoring the discussions around him, Chu Feng looked at Xiao Huohuo on the training ground and nodded with satisfaction, thinking inwardly with emotion:

"I really didn't pick the wrong disciple."

"Xiao Huohuo has the ability to imagine things, he can perfect my image in his mind without me saying a word."

"He has comprehension, he can figure out and refine the immortal law cultivation techniques I wrote randomly."

"He also trusts me implicitly. When others speak ill of me, he's the first to get angry on my behalf."

"If it weren't for these combined qualities, I would probably have stayed in the deep mountains and old forests my entire life."

Indeed, in this world, where else could there be another person who trusted him as implicitly as Xiao Huohuo, who treated the casually written immortal laws as treasures, and who could truly comprehend the Dao Law from these random writings?

It could be said that without Xiao Huohuo, he, Chu Feng, would have a system but no opportunity to use it.

If, when he transmigrated, he had met anyone else, it would have been disastrous.

Therefore, he and Xiao Huohuo could only be said to have achieved each other, a mutual journey.

Looking at Xiao Huohuo, Chu Feng raised his hand to signal him to calm down:

"Huohuo, your master doesn't need anyone to carry his shoes."

He walked slowly to the front of the Misty Sect, and under their gaze, he said with his hands behind his back:

"However, my disciple is not wrong."

"This Seat is indeed not a Grandmaster."

"Through the long years, this Seat has reached the end of cultivation."

"It cannot be described by realms."

As these confident words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

They were all stunned by Chu Feng's transcendent aura.

On the Small Immortal Terrace, several old men exchanged glances, lowered their heads in thought, and whispered:

"In the past hundred years, I don't seem to have heard of anyone reaching the peak of the Grandmaster realm."

"Let alone the past hundred years, the last martial artist whose name resounded throughout the land and reached the peak Grandmaster realm was Patriarch Bodhidharma over six hundred years ago."

The speaker's gaze swept over Chu Feng with disdain:

"Does he mean to say he is Patriarch Bodhidharma?"

Everyone let out a cold laugh, their mouths twitching.

Below, several elders of the Misty Sect also sneered:

"Xiao Huohuo defeated the Young Sect Master. His talent and strength are undeniable."

"This master might indeed have some ability, but he's bragging a bit too much."

The voice fell, and the disciples in the corridor responded one after another:

"Elder is right, that guy is simply too arrogant."

"True masters are incredibly humble, always feeling they aren't good enough. Someone who boasts like this right from the start must be a fake expert."

"If you ask me, maybe they aren't some famous master and talented disciple. Perhaps Xiao Huohuo just got lucky, stumbled upon some heavenly treasure..."

"These fake experts are just like those liars who tell stories and sell storybooks below the mountain, always trying to stomp on grandmasters."

The more they spoke, the more disdain appeared on everyone's faces.

Martial artists all revered the strong.

With Xiao Huohuo and his master slandering the highest realm in the Southern Desolate Realm, how could anyone still have a good impression of them?

Even Xiao Huohuo's previous formidable performance was now being forcibly explained away.

After all, who would want to admit a madman who, upon achieving a little success, became arrogant and dared to mock grandmasters?

The entire Misty Sect, including those observing from the Outer Sect, immediately lost all goodwill towards Xiao Huohuo and his master.

Clap, clap, clap...

Suddenly, a round of applause, seemingly from nowhere, drew everyone's attention.

The applause wasn't too loud or too soft, yet it seemed to contain profound internal energy, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

The disciples on both corridors changed their expressions, frowning one after another.

A mere crisp round of applause actually made their blood churn slightly.

Numerous gazes swept across the sky and earth, searching.

Chu Feng, the Sect Master of the Misty Sect, also looked towards the sky.

Following their line of sight, everyone saw several dark figures floating down from above the clouds.

Upon noticing them, everyone's expression changed.

Five terrifying auras descended, stirring the sky with a rumbling sound, like heavenly dragons breaking through the void.

The auras were so powerful that the clouds automatically parted, even giving everyone the illusion that the sky had darkened a few shades.

Looking at the five figures, the leaders of the observing forces all rose in shock. Even the several Grand Elders of the Misty Sect, who had remained calm on the Immortal Platform below, could not stay still, gazing solemnly at the five.

If the previous speculation about Xiao Huohuo's master's realm had shocked them, then the auras leaking from these five were existences that made them tremble with fear.

These five were all genuine grandmaster-level experts, surpassing even the Misty Sect Master!

And behind the five, dozens of figures slowly followed, These figures were also treading on air!

In the sky, the person leading them wore black robes, with white hair and beard. His cheeks were plump like a child's, and his complexion was extremely strange.

His eyes were sharp, and his gaze fell on Chu Feng, a hint of mockery on his lips:

"Wonderful, truly wonderful."

"Better than those storytellers in the tea houses."

"Heh heh, this trip of mine has turned out to be quite worthwhile."