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The burly man outside the door waited for a while, and seeing that no one came out of the courtyard, he frowned, swung his heavy hammer and smashed it on the ground.

With a loud bang, several cracks appeared in the stone steps.

"Chu Feng, get out here!"

"I, Lei Wanjun, have come today to take your Heavenly Abyss Token!"

As soon as he shouted, many heads popped out from the nearby caves.

Yesterday, Chu Feng knocked down Long Aotian with a single strike and snatched the second Tianyuan Token right in front of the patriarch. The news had already spread throughout the inner sect.

Many disciples who were still observing rushed over with melon seeds in hand when they heard that Lei Wanjun had arrived.

Lei Wanjun is one of the other seven holders of the Tianyuan Token.

He is at the peak of the late Golden Core stage, skilled in lightning magic, and his Thunder Body Forging Technique has made him tough and resilient. It is said that he has withstood three claws from a peak Golden Core demon beast.

The courtyard gate opened, and Chu Feng slowly walked out, followed by Hongxiu and Xia Hanyan.

He glanced at the cracked stone steps on the ground and clicked his tongue.

"Senior Brother Lei, you have no manners at all."

"If you're going to cause trouble, then why are you smashing my floor tiles?"

Lei Wanjun shouldered the heavy hammer and sneered.

"Stop spouting this nonsense!"

"Chu Feng, you're just a lowly servant who just entered the inner sect, how dare you monopolize two Heavenly Abyss Tokens?"

"If one's virtue does not match their position, disaster will surely follow. Do you understand?"

Chu Feng blinked.

"I understand."

"So you came to my house early this morning with a hammer, intending to carry out justice on behalf of Heaven?"

Lei Wanjun raised his chin, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant.

"All I know is that the spots in the Heavenly Abyss Secret Realm should be reserved for those with real ability."

"This isn't for gigolos who rely on women for support!"

Xia Hanyan's smile faded slightly.

Hongxiu gripped the bowl tightly in her hands and muttered to herself.

"Damn, what he said actually makes some sense..."

Chu Feng wasn't angry; instead, he nodded seriously.

"Senior Brother Lei is right!"

Hongxiu: ?

Then Chu Feng continued, "So, I wonder if you've come to challenge me, or to challenge my woman?"

Lei Wanjun's face darkened.

"Nonsense, of course I'm challenging you!"

"OK."

Chu Feng took out a long table from his storage bag and placed it in front of the courtyard gate. He then gestured for Hongxiu to bring out the account books.

Lei Wanjun's eyelids twitched.

"What are you planning to do now?"

"The usual rule."

Chu Feng picked up his pen and quickly wrote several large characters on the paper.

"Challenges must be registered, and damages must be compensated."

"Thirty paving stones, five spirit bamboo stalks, and you damaged a corner of the protective barrier in front of the courtyard. Is it too much to ask for five thousand spirit stones?"

"What?!"

Lei Wanjun was startled by these remarks. "I haven't even made a move yet, and you're already asking me for money?"

"Otherwise what?"

Chu Feng, the little bear, shrugged. "You're not going to pay for the things you broke? Do you expect me to go to Elder Xing for reimbursement?"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lei Wanjun's face darkened instantly, and lightning crackled and leaped on the heavy hammer.

He took out five thousand spirit stones from his storage bag and threw them onto the long table.

"Take it!"

"I'll beat you to a pulp later, and you'll have to return all those spirit stones, with interest!"

Chu Feng put away the spirit stones, and Chong Hongxiu raised her hand.

"Keep an eye on it. Senior Brother Lei is a nice guy. He donated five thousand to our home renovation fund as soon as we met."

Hongxiu bowed her head and wrote it down.

Lei Wanjun gripped the heavy hammer tightly, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"Can we play now?"

"Yes, you can."

Chu Feng drew his blood-red longsword and stood in the open space.

"Come on, let's finish this quickly, I need to go back and catch up on some sleep."

Without another word, Lei Wanjun stomped his foot, and purple-black lightning shot up from the ground. He charged towards Chu Feng like a raging beast.

The heavy hammer was swung open, its head trailing several feet of lightning, and struck Chu Feng's shoulder.

"Thunder Prison Shock Kill!"

Before the hammer blow even arrived, the rubble on the ground had already been pulverized into powder.

The disciples watching stepped back, their faces growing tense.

Lei Wanjun's hammer blow was even heavier than Long Aotian's Zhenyue Strike.

Chu Feng simply raised his long sword.

A bluish-black aura emanated from the blade, flowing silently like a stream of water.

The Three Styles of Breaking the Mountain: Cutting Off the Flow.

The blade points forward.

The lightning on Lei Wanjun's hammer suddenly stopped.

The lightning that was originally wrapped around the hammerhead seemed to have been cut in half.

The first half of the impact hit Chu Feng, while the second half remained on Lei Wanjun's arm.

The two forces instantly lost their connection.

boom!

Half of the lightning bolt exploded in front of Chu Feng, scattering sparks, but it didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Lei Wanjun slammed the heavy hammer in his hand down.

The spiritual energy in the hammer went out of control, and he almost fell over from the force of his own strength.

"What happened?"

Lei Wanjun staggered half a step, his expression one of utter shock.

Chu Feng didn't chase after him, but instead tapped the heavy hammer with the tip of his knife.

"Your lightning magic is pretty good, it's just that your internet connection isn't very good."

"The spiritual energy transfer was interrupted halfway through."

The surrounding disciples were stunned, unable to grasp his meaning.

Lei Wanjun's face flushed red, and the golden core within his body spun rapidly.

"Playing tricks!"

He gripped the hammer handle with both hands, and lightning bolts climbed up his arms and neck, even electrifying his hair.

"I'd like to see how many times you can pull that off!"

Another hammer blow.

This time, Lei Wanjun did not pour all his thunder magic into the heavy hammer. Instead, he transformed it into more than a dozen purple thunder snakes, which rushed towards Chu Feng from different directions.

Chu Feng shifted his stance, unleashing his sword intent.

The Blade of Severing Flow did not directly meet the lightning snake; it merely lightly grazed the point where each bolt of lightning was at its strongest.

The crackling sounds continued in unison.

More than a dozen lightning bolts shattered one after another, leaving only wisps of white smoke when they hit the ground.

Lei Wanjun was stunned and stood there.

Having cultivated thunder magic for so many years, what he fears most are agile cultivators.

But Chu Feng's sword intent, you could say it's agile, but it doesn't seem so...

That kid completely saw through the key points of his spiritual energy circulation, and every strike severed the connection between him and the lightning magic.

How can we fight like this?

Lei Wanjun stared at Chu Feng, and couldn't help but swallow.

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?"

"Genuine cultivation technique, no freebies allowed. Pay 2000 spirit stones to learn more."

Chu Feng, knife in hand, beckoned to him, "Senior Brother Lei, let's go again!"

Lei Wanjun's lips twitched.

He didn't believe in superstition, but Chu Feng had easily dismantled both of his attacks.

If this fight continues, it might really become a source of amusement for the entire sect.

Thinking of what the person had given him before he came, he gritted his teeth and patted his chest.

A beam of earth-yellow spiritual light shot out from within the robe.

Boom!

A dull sound echoed in front of the courtyard.

A heavy suit of armor unfolded against Lei Wanjun's body, with layers upon layers of armor plates, the surface of which revealed the patterns of tortoise shells.

As the spiritual light converged, a gigantic phantom of a Xuanwu (a mythical tortoise) emerged, enveloping Lei Wanjun in its center.

The phantom had four feet on the ground, and its back was like a mountain.

The rubble on the open ground was instantly pressed down and sank.

Someone recognized the magical artifact.

"Black Tortoise Guardian Armor!"

"A top-tier fourth-grade defensive magic weapon—how did Elder Xing's treasure end up in Lei Wanjun's hands?"

"This thing is said to be unbreakable by anyone below the Nascent Soul stage. Lei Wanjun must be using a cheat code!"