Chu Yang had Hua Yunfei pinned down, knowing he did not dare reveal his identity, much less use the methods of the Ruthless lineage.
So he had no reservations, carrying the great sun that continuously spat out Seven-Colored Mist Threads as he relentlessly pursued and attacked.
The scene was truly absurd. Although Hua Yunfei had concealed himself, his speed alone, along with the formidable presence in every gesture, was enough to show that he was a powerhouse far beyond most people present.
If he was not some old monster, then he was surely a Heavenly Prodigy whose name ranked among the younger generation of the Eastern Wilderness.
For a time, everyone began guessing his identity, while also marveling at Chu Yang's methods. He was actually chasing down and beating a Heavenly Prodigy.
Elsewhere, the battle between Peacock King and the Thirteenth Ancestor of the Jiang Family grew increasingly fierce. However, the latter had already begun showing signs of decline and was gradually falling into a disadvantage.
Even among Peak Great Powers, there were differences in strength.
Eight hundred years ago, Peacock King had fought Yaoguang Holy Lord for three days and three nights, ultimately ending without a victor.
After eight hundred years in seclusion, how could he possibly have gained nothing?
Some even speculated that this Peak Great Power of the Demon Race was not far from severing the Dao.
The old and the young were both crushing their opponents, creating an immensely striking spectacle.
For a time, the experts from the various great sects, aristocratic families, and holy lands of the Eastern Wilderness gathered here were unsure what they should do.
Should they intervene?
With Peacock King having already appeared, trying to seize the Great Emperor's opportunity from Chu Yang was no longer realistic.
There had previously been rumors