Chu Feng Makes a Move! The Might of Foundation Building! Surpassing Above Grandmaster!?

On the training ground.

As the voice fell.

Under everyone's gaze, Chu Feng erupted with a dense rosy glow, his black robe rustling and surging.

And that fierce, invisible spiritual energy, unseen by everyone, condensed into a long river and slammed into the giant black palm.

In an instant, the giant palm had no room to resist, shattering with a boom, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the world.

Mo Wanli's expression was extremely shocked, his eyes wide, as if he had seen something incredible.

With a stiff face, tinged with a hint of grimness, he muttered to himself:

"I am a strong person in the late stage of Grandmaster."

"Even without using any moves, just condensing my internal energy is enough to give early-stage Grandmaster martial artists a tough time."

His turbid old eyes stared intently at Chu Feng, filled with gloom.

As a result, this youth didn't even move his hands.

The pressure of his aura alone had directly crushed him?

What kind of power was this!

However, Chu Feng did not stop because of Mo Wanli's gaze.

As he walked, his expression was indifferent, his robe trembling even more violently.

With each step he took, the aura gradually revealed from his body became more terrifying!

When he stopped and looked around at everyone.

Boom!

The spiritual energy on his body could no longer be held back, and it swept out completely.

Everyone watched in terror at their surroundings.

The originally calm world was now filled with flying sand and stones, and gusts of wind and waves.

Giant tornadoes danced wildly behind the youth, destroying heaven and earth!

Chu Feng's eyes, with a deep light, swept across, as if he were a descending god, high above, looking down on all beings.

The aura emanating from his Foundation Establishment cultivation was like an abyss, surging like boiling water, covering the sky and spreading over every inch of land.

Puff! Puff!

Without any ability to resist.

From the training ground to the immortal platform, to the small immortal terrace, to the corridor, and then to the mountains and plains.

Under the pressure of this aura, they all fell, kneeling on the ground.

The terrified gazes of those who knelt fell back on Chu Feng.

All that remained in everyone's hearts was disbelief.

Could anyone in this world be so powerful?

With the emergence of his aura, across the mountains and plains, no one dared to disobey, everyone prostrated themselves in submission. Storybooks wouldn't even dare to write something like this, would they?

Chu Feng's bright eyes glanced at the five Grandmasters standing before him.

"Seeing this immortal, why do you not kneel?"

These eight short words fell.

Under Chu Feng's gaze.

The faces of the five Grandmasters turned somewhat pale, sweat beaded on their foreheads, their lips trembled violently, devoid of any blood, yet they dared not respond. Their chests heaved, and even breathing became difficult.

Mo Wanli was suddenly startled, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks, utterly shaken.

Even a Great Grandmaster had never given him such terrifying pressure.

This youth before him was more terrifying than any Great Grandmaster he had ever seen!

At the side, Wu Shan knelt on the ground, looking at the five Grandmasters standing dumbfounded before Chu Feng, like chicks afraid to move.

Suddenly, his eyes widened again, and the words the youth had said to Xiao Huohuo earlier surfaced in his mind.

"Great Grandmasters don't even have the qualification to carry my master's shoes."

"Over the long years, I have reached the end of cultivation."

"It cannot be described by realms."

The plain words echoed in his mind, striking Wu Shan's heart like lightning.

His gaze was fixed on Chu Feng, his breathing becoming disordered, and he thought in shock:

"Could it be that everything Xiao Huohuo said about his master before was true?"

"Has Xiao Huohuo's master truly surpassed the Great Grandmaster?"

"You mean even the realm can't describe it?"

For a moment, Wu Shan's mind went blank.

What kind of terrifying existence was this?

This super expert, so powerful that even storybooks wouldn't dare to write about them, actually existed and was standing before them right now?

Wu Shan could feel his heart pounding violently.

A hint of joy then appeared on his face.

He glanced at the members of the Black Underworld Sect from the Misty Sect with his peripheral vision and muttered in a low voice:

"Perhaps, only this expert can resolve our current predicament!"

As the thought arose, Wu Shan no longer hesitated. Gritting his teeth, he kowtowed to Chu Feng, saying:

"Forgive me, junior, for my lack of hospitality earlier."

"Junior, I boldly implore you, senior, to help the Misty Sect overcome this disaster."

"To rid Dazhao of a great scourge!"

"All of us in the Misty Sect will be eternally grateful!"

Wu Shan's voice fell.

The surrounding crowd, who had been kneeling under the pressure, also snapped out of their shock and began to kowtow.

Their voices, like a flood, echoed through almost every inch of the Misty Sect's main hall:

"We implore you, senior, to help the Misty Sect overcome this disaster. All of us in the Misty Sect will be eternally grateful!"

Xu Ling'er struggled to lift her head, looking at Chu Feng's figure with a sense of daze, as if in a great dream.

When had it been that the young man she once looked down upon had actually found a master capable of making half of Cangzhou's martial arts elite beg and kowtow?

Her clear eyes flickered towards Xiao Huohuo, and she thought to herself:

"Xiao Huohuo, is this the reason for your rise?"

"You actually found a hermit expert, someone who others see as mere child's play."

Mo Wanli glanced around, his throat rolling like a wheel. He swallowed hard, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Senior!"

"My Black Underworld Sect also has grandmasters."

"If you leave now, we will forget this entirely and cease our pursuit."

"If, if you were to attack us..."

As he spoke, Mo Wanli's tone softened, lacking confidence as he continued:

"The grandmaster of our Divine Cult will never let you off lightly!"

Hearing this, Chu Feng's eyes flickered. He looked at the sweating old man and said indifferently:

"In my life, why should I care about others?"

"Grandmasters are mere ants."

As he spoke, the spiritual energy around Chu Feng, as his eyes sharpened, suddenly condensed and instantly transformed into a towering giant wave.

The torrent, flashing with scarlet rosy glow, like the waters of the Milky Way, surged forward.

Such a terrifying torrent crashed into Mo Wanli's body.

There was no resistance at all.

The old man in the black robe was sent flying violently, tracing a parabola through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Mo Wanli landed, his body trembling.

A mouthful of blood-red blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.