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Chu Feng looked up at the Xuanwu phantom and remained silent for a moment.

"Senior Brother Lei."

"Your outfit is quite unique."

Lei Wanjun stood in the phantom of Xuanwu, straightening his back once more.

"Chu Feng, so what if your sword intent is strange?"

"Laozi's Xuanwu Mountain-Suppressing Armor is invincible to anyone below the Nascent Soul stage!"

"If you can cut a single hair off my head today, I'll eat this hammer!"

Chu Feng looked at his heavy hammer, then at the thick tortoise shell.

"Forget about eating a hammer."

"Don't turn around and knock out two teeth, then you'll have to ask me to reimburse you."

Lei Wanjun roared and charged forward again, propelled by the phantom of Xuanwu.

This time, he completely abandoned defense and slammed his hammer, crackling with lightning, towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng dodged to the side and landed his blade on the Xuanwu phantom.

when!

The blade bounced off, causing Chu Feng's wrist to go numb.

The phantom of Xuanwu merely swayed, and not even a crack appeared on the patterns on its back.

Lei Wanjun burst into laughter.

"Keep going!"

"Aren't you supposed to be a good chopper?"

"Come on, chop here!"

He patted his chest armor, his expression extremely arrogant.

Chu Feng sheathed his sword and retreated, staring at the tortoise shell, but his face showed no sign of urgency.

Xia Hanyan stood to the side, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

"Master, this Xuanwu Mountain-Suppressing Armor is no ordinary item."

"Elder Xing personally went to the Northern Wilderness for it back then, and I heard that even a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage couldn't break through it."

"As expected, Elder Xing is behind Lei Wanjun."

Chu Feng nodded. "I knew it. No normal person would come here so early in the morning to deliver renovation funds. Turns out someone is reimbursing them."

Upon hearing this, Lei Wanjun's face instantly froze.

Xia Hanyan suddenly smiled and walked slowly to Chu Feng's side.

The morning breeze blew her pale purple dress close to her waistline.

Several disciples who were watching glanced at it, then quickly looked away.

Xia Hanyan seemed oblivious to the reactions of those around her, and reached out to straighten Chu Feng's collar.

As his fingertips touched the ground, a cool jade talisman was silently placed into Chu Feng's palm, and he whispered something.

"Master, this is the Nascent Soul Strike Talisman left behind by Sister Yuexi."

"in case."

Chu Feng looked down.

The jade talisman was engraved with a crescent moon, its edges shimmering with a faint white light, and contained a chilling aura.

Even though this power hadn't been unleashed, the surrounding spiritual energy had already involuntarily receded outwards.

Lei Wanjun's smile gradually froze.

He looked at the jade talisman in Chu Feng's hand, and his eyelids twitched violently.

The Xuanwu Mountain Armor can block attacks from those below the Nascent Soul stage.

But what was sealed inside that jade talisman was clearly the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

They're still holding a market fair?!

Seeing Lei Wanjun's expression, Chu Feng held up the jade talisman engraved with a crescent moon and waved it in front of him.

Lei Wanjun's expression turned even uglier.

The divine power within the jade talisman made him feel like he had a thorn in his side.

Chu Feng suddenly smiled, dismissed Xia Hanyan, and then stuffed the jade talisman back into his storage bag.

"Senior Brother Lei, don't be nervous. We're all from the same sect; fighting and killing will only damage our harmony."

Lei Wanjun was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, if I use this thing, you won't even have ashes left, and Elder Xing will come after me to fight to the death."

Chu Feng flicked the blade with his finger, producing a clear ringing sound. "How about this, let's go big."

Lei Wanjun gripped the heavy hammer warily: "How do we play?"

"I don't need this talisman, nor any external force, just this knife in my hand."

As Chu Feng spoke, he pointed to the Xuanwu Mountain-Suppressing Armor on Lei Wanjun's body, "If I can break through your tortoise shell, this armor is mine."

"If I can't break it, you can take these two Heavenly Abyss Tokens from my waist."

Lei Wanjun's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he listened.

Two Heavenly Abyss Tokens!

He glanced at the top-grade fourth-rank defensive magic treasure on his body, which was Elder Xing's treasure and was said to be unbreakable by anyone below the Nascent Soul stage.

Is this really true?

"really."

"But if you lose, it's not enough to just leave Jia behind. You'll also have to return all the spirit stones in your storage bag as compensation for your emotional distress."

Lei Wanjun gritted his teeth.

Let's take a gamble and pick up young models at Jubao Tower!

Without using the Divine Transformation Talisman, Chu Feng, with his mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, would have absolutely no chance of breaking through the Xuanwu Mountain-Suppressing Armor!

"Alright! I'll take the bet!"

The crowd immediately erupted in uproar.

"Has Chu Feng gone mad? That's the Xuanwu Mountain-Suppressing Armor!"

"If he doesn't use a Nascent Soul talisman, how will he break through his defenses?"

Xia Hanyan covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her peach blossom eyes gazing at Chu Feng's retreating figure, her gaze filled with admiration.

Then, with the phantom of Xuanwu above him, Lei Wanjun unleashed a torrent of lightning from his hammer.

Chu Feng didn't waste any words and activated both golden cores simultaneously.

The crimson-gold pure yang spiritual energy intertwined with the dark blue-black boundless sword intent, flowing into the blood-red longsword through the meridians.

The blade trembled and emitted a dragon's roar.

The Three Forms of Breaking the Mountain, the Second Form: Breaking the Mountain!

Chu Feng gripped the sword with both hands and slashed it down fiercely at Lei Wanjun's head.

This strike was powerful and heavy, the blade light transforming into a giant crescent moon, carrying the might of creation and destruction.

boom!

The blade struck the phantom of Xuanwu, sending sparks flying.

The phantom of Xuanwu trembled violently, and the stone slabs on the ground shattered inch by inch.

But not a single crack appeared on that thick tortoise shell.

Lei Wanjun steadied himself and burst into triumphant laughter.

"Hahahaha! Chu Feng, that's all you've got."

"Unbreakable below the Nascent Soul stage? You think this is a joke?"

"Admit defeat! Hand over the Heavenly Abyss Token, and I might even leave you a whole corpse!"

The disciples watching couldn't help but sigh.

"As expected, a top-grade fourth-rank magic weapon is too tough."

"Chu Feng is likely to suffer a major setback this time."

Hongxiu nervously gripped the hem of her clothes, her face turning deathly pale.

Xia Hanyan was about to speak when she saw Chu Feng sheathe his sword and retreat, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Senior Brother Lei, you're speaking a bit too soon."

"That was just a warm-up; the real show is just beginning!"

Lei Wanjun sneered: "Pretending to be something you're not. Go ahead and stab me again if you dare."

"Then you'd better watch carefully!"

Chu Feng chuckled, and with a thought, he activated the most bizarre third move of the "Three Forms of Breaking the Mountain".

Soul broken!

An invisible sword intent shot out from between Chu Feng's eyebrows in an instant.

A gentle breeze drifted lightly through the illusory Xuanwu, passing through the armor that was said to be unbreakable for those below the Nascent Soul stage.

It struck directly into Lei Wanjun's consciousness and soul.

"what……"

Lei Wanjun's maniacal laughter froze instantly.

A sharp pain struck him, and he clutched his head with both hands. Blood seeped from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and his eyes rolled back.

The next second, he fell straight down and lost consciousness.

Without the support of spiritual energy, the menacing Xuanwu phantom instantly dissipated into specks of spiritual light.

The Xuanwu Mountain-Suppressing Armor had also lost its luster and clung limply to his body.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Lei Wanjun lying on the ground, then at Chu Feng, whose hands were completely untouched by blood.

"You...you won?"

"This...this actually works?"

Xia Hanyan's beautiful eyes darted around, her gaze filled with infatuation.

Master's move is deadly without drawing blood!

Hongxiu stared blankly, muttering to herself, "I couldn't understand it before, but now I do! It's a soul attack! Awesome, young master!"

Chu Feng sheathed his sword and slowly walked to Lei Wanjun's side.

Looking down at the burly man, he couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

"Senior Brother Lei, is it not working already?"

"Weren't you just shouting happily?"

He crouched down and began to slowly and methodically peel off Lei Wanjun's armor.

"I have to say, Elder Xing is really something, still playing these fancy games at his age."

"This thing is pretty good for defense, but won't it feel awkward to fight while wearing it?"