"Your man"
Four words reached his ears.
Ling Xueyao's cheeks flushed slightly beneath her veil.
She never expected that Chu Yunfei would dare to flirt with her using telepathy in front of everyone.
But when she came to her senses, a strange mix of embarrassment and anger was mixed with a few inexplicable feelings of palpitation.
That bastard... what he said doesn't seem to be wrong.
Everything from last night is still vivid in my mind.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the man in front of her was indeed her man.
Ling Xueyao suppressed this thought, and glared fiercely at Chu Yunfei with her phoenix eyes behind the veil.
For some reason, the initial worry that arose because of Yue Chenzhou's appearance was largely dispelled by Chu Yunfei's composure.
Just as Chu Yunfei was about to respond to Yue Chenzhou, a bronze wine cup suddenly slammed heavily onto the table.
Bang!
The liquor splashed.
Wu Changge took a step forward, and the fighting spirit that had been suppressed for so long could no longer be concealed.
" Yue Chenzhou, wait!"
"Let me go first in this round!"
Yue Chenzhou stopped in his tracks, his eyes instantly darkening.
" Wu Changge."
"There's always a first-come, first-served order. I challenged him first. Are you going to interfere?"
Wu Changge didn't even look at him.
From the moment Chu Yunfei killed Lin Yue with a single punch, his gaze remained fixed on Chu Yunfei. His eyes were filled with the uncontrollable excitement of a martial arts fanatic facing a formidable enemy.
"If you want to spar with him, there will be plenty of opportunities later."
Wu Changge stretched his neck, and his joints cracked.
"I can't wait to fight him."
Yue Chenzhou's brows furrowed deeply.
The Divine Martial Sect and the Puppet Sect are both among the Seven Sects, and Wu Changge is known for being stubborn and inflexible.
When this madman gets into a fighting spirit, he won't give anyone any face.
If they were to forcibly seize it, they would not only lose face in front of the royal family, but might also be the first to clash with Wu Changge.
Yue Chenzhou snorted coldly and sat back down in his seat.
"Since the Holy Son Wu is in such a hurry, I'll let you go first."
"This will also allow me to see just how many tricks this prince consort is hiding."
He verbally backed down, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
He was naturally happy to have someone willing to test Chu Yunfei on his behalf.
Wu Changge entered the arena and stared directly at Chu Yunfei.
"That punch you just threw was very strong."
"To shatter the Azure Dragon Formation-Breaking Spear with one's bare body—there are very few among the younger generation of the Divine Martial Sect who can do that."
Chu Yunfei smiled faintly.
"How does the Holy Son Wu intend to fight?"
"Fists, kicks, weapons—take your pick."
Wu Changge grinned. "But let me make this clear from the start."
"Everyone outside says you're First Level of the Heavenly Origin Realm. If I, at the Eighth Level of the Heavenly Origin Realm, were to go all out, it would sound like I'm bullying the weak."
As he spoke, he deliberately suppressed the spiritual energy within his body.
The aura of the Eighth Level of the Heavenly Origin Realm receded rapidly like the receding tide.
Seven layers, six layers, five layers...
It only stopped when it reached the First Level of the Heavenly Origin Realm.
"To be fair, I will lower my cultivation level to the same level and fight you."
Upon hearing this, Qin Hao's expression immediately turned ugly.
idiot!
Why not use the perfectly good Eighth Level of the Heavenly Origin Realm? Instead, he insists on suppressing his cultivation to the First Level of the Heavenly Origin Realm.
If Chu Yunfei kills another person, not only will the Divine Martial Sect lose face, but this banquet will also become a stepping stone for his fame.
Qin Hao couldn't help but speak up.
"Brother Wu, this person's physique is clearly extraordinary; he cannot be judged by ordinary standards."
"It's probably unfair that you deliberately suppressed your cultivation level."
Wu Changge glanced at him.
"If Holy Son Qin is not convinced, he is welcome to come up on stage and fight."
Qin Hao's face darkened, and he shut his mouth completely.
Sitting to the side, Wu Mingyue raised her hand to her forehead and sighed helplessly.
"My brother is still the same old me."
"As long as they encounter a worthy opponent, they throw all considerations of sect reputation, status, and position to the back of their minds."
She spoke with a hint of helplessness, but there was little worry in her beautiful eyes.
Wu Changge's ability to become the Holy Son of the Divine Martial Sect was not solely due to his Eighth Level of the Heavenly Origin Realm.
His physical body had long been tempered to an extremely terrifying level.
Even if one suppresses their cultivation level, their physique and combat experience alone are enough to overwhelm the vast majority of martial artists of the same level.
Chu Yunfei was somewhat surprised.
He looked at Wu Changge and could clearly feel the pure fighting spirit emanating from the other party. There was no murderous intent, no hidden schemes, he just wanted to have a good fight.
He never disliked this kind of person.
At least they're much more pleasing to the eye than people like Qin Hao and Yue Chenzhou, who would do anything to secretly kill someone.
Chu Yunfei's lips curled slightly. " The Holy Son Wu is indeed upright."
He slowly walked to the center of the field.
"However, there's no need to suppress your cultivation level."
Wu Changge's thick eyebrows stood on end.
"What do you mean?"
"It's very simple."
Chu Yunfei raised his eyes, his tone calm.
"Just go all out."
The hall fell silent.
The next moment, Ling Chenglie let out a cold laugh.
" Chu Yunfei, you really have no sense of mortality."
"Having defeated Lin Yue, they dare to disregard the Seven Holy Sons of the Seven Sects."
"If the Holy Son Wu were to unleash his full power, I'm afraid a single punch would be enough to turn you into mincemeat!"
Chu Yunfei didn't even glance at him.
"Since Your Highness trusts the Holy Son Wu so much, why don't you make a bet?"
Ling Chenglie's smile froze.
He had already been tricked by Chu Yunfei once outside the palace gates, and now his chest seemed to be aching again.
"I have no interest in betting with you."
Chu Yunfei scoffed.
"If you don't have the guts, just say so."
"You!"
Ling Chenglie clenched his fists tightly, his face turning pale and then flushed.
From the seat of honor, Ling Chengyuan raised his hand to interrupt their conversation.
"Alright."
"Today's match was just for fun; there's no need to make any bets."
He looked at Wu Changge and gently reminded him.
" Holy Son Wu, since Brother Chu is so confident, you don't need to deliberately suppress your cultivation."
"However, this is, after all, the imperial palace; please stop here."
Wu Changge did not agree immediately.
He stared at Chu Yunfei for several breaths, confirming that there was no hint of joking in the other's eyes, and his expression gradually darkened.
His decision to suppress his cultivation was a way of being fair to Chu Yunfei.
But Chu Yunfei refused.
In his view, it was also a form of disrespect.
"Good."
Wu Changge suddenly released his spiritual power, and the powerful aura of the Eighth Level of the Heavenly Origin Realm filled his body again, making the temperature in the hall seem to rise a few degrees.
He clenched his fists, and cracks appeared on the floor tiles beneath his feet.
"It's not too late to regret it now."
Chu Yunfei did not answer; his right hand rested on the hilt of the Abyss-Devouring Sword.
The next moment.
Clang!
A deep, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the Jingyuan Hall.
The Abyss-Devouring Sword was drawn with a roar, its blade landing in Chu Yunfei's palm, and the ground beneath his feet trembled violently.
at the same time.
The spiritual power that Chu Yunfei had been accumulating within him for a long time suddenly erupted.
boom!
The aura of Heavenly Origin Realm Fifth Layer burst forth like a flood!
Thick, mercury-like liquid spiritual energy surged along his meridians, transforming into a visible dark golden vortex that swept up from his body.
A strong wind, carrying spiritual pressure, howled and spread.
The nearest tables were overturned by the blast wave, and the sound of shattering cups and saucers filled the air.
Heavenly Origin Realm Fifth Layer!
This moment.
Jingyuan Hall, all sounds abruptly ceased.
More than a dozen gazes simultaneously fixed on Chu Yunfei.
Ling Chengyuan's hand, holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air, and for the first time, an undisguised look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
Heavenly Origin Realm Fifth Layer?