The entire Martial Victory Academy seemed to be swept by this, this thunderous sound.
The rolling thunder resonated within everyone’s spirit, and just by this sound alone, Chu Feng Mian felt his soul shake.
It was as if it was about to shatter all the murderous intent within him.
"A holy figure! This is the voice of a holy figure!"
Chu Feng Mian’s expression instantly turned grave, understanding the owner of this sound without need for guesswork.
It was a holy figure of Martial Victory Academy making a move.
After Chu Feng Mian had slain Vice Principal Wang, finally, a holy figure could not hold back any longer.
Although Chu Feng Mian made slaying Vice Principal Wang, a Semi-Saint, seem as easy as playing with palms and completely effortless,
If Chu Feng Mian truly encountered a real holy figure, he would stand no chance of victory; his only hope would be to flee.
The strength of a holy figure was ten times, twenty times that of a Semi-Saint.
But even if a holy figure appeared now, Chu Feng Mian’s spirit would not be afraid. To become an unrivaled warrior, holy figures would eventually be trampled under Chu Feng Mian’s feet, so he naturally did not fear them.
One must know that Chu Feng Mian still had his final trump card; he had not yet used the Spirit Jade Monument. If he were to use the Spirit Jade Monument, maybe Chu Feng Mian couldn’t defeat a holy figure, but he could contend with one for a few moves.
"Trying to break my killing intent, and make my momentum plummet?"
Chu Feng Mian’s muscles bulged impressively, his skin revealing countless dragon scales – the effect of stimulating the ancient Dragon Blood to its utmost limit, bringing him close to a state of dragonification.
It was this near-dragonified state, while still maintaining clarity, that was Chu Feng Mian’s most powerful moment.
"Battle Dragon Eight Sounds!"
From Chu Feng Mian’s mouth came a succession of ancient Dragon Roars, echoing out one after another, these roars contending against the thunderous sound above in the sky, the two forces of sound colliding.
The immense pressure felt throughout Chu Feng Mian’s body was suddenly dissolved; indeed, though the holy figure’s furious sound was strong, Chu Feng Mian’s lineage came from the ancient Battle Dragon.
How could the ancient Battle Dragon possibly be suppressed by anyone’s might?
"Oh? To actually dismantle my thunderous voice, you indeed have some skill; no wonder you could stir Martial Victory Academy into such chaos."
In that venerable voice, tinged with a hint of surprise, an old man with the appearance of a young boy suddenly appeared in the sky.
As soon as this elder appeared, everyone present felt an immense pressure, involuntarily experiencing a desire to submit.
The countless Martial Artists present were originally speculating about the elder’s identity, but with his reference to himself as a sacred presence, his identity was revealed.
"This person is Chu Heng, the holy figure and ancestor of the Chu family!"
Some of the older Supreme Elders, recognizing the figure, spoke out loud.
"He is the true patriarch of the Chu family, a terrifying existence who has stepped into the realm of Divine Power and achieved the status of a holy figure, Chu Heng the holy figure."
"To think he has roused the Chu family’s ancestor himself!"
"This young man has slain so many of the Chu family Disciples; now that the Chu family’s ancestor has made a move, there’s no doubt this young man is doomed."
The witnesses all shook their heads.
Chu Feng Mian’s legend, it seemed, had come to an end. With the appearance of a holy figure, Chu Feng Mian had no more chance of turning the tide.
But no matter what, Chu Fengmian’s actions today would certainly be recorded in the annals of the Martial Victory Academy.
"Boy, you should feel honored that the Saint himself has to deal with you personally, being just a little kid in the Divine Sea Realm."
"Even dying at the hands of the Saint can be considered your utmost glory."
The moment Chu Heng the Saint spoke, the entire space seemed to freeze, and the space around Chu Fengmian suddenly underwent a dramatic change.
It was as if Chu Fengmian had been plunged into another dimension altogether.
Endless black clouds tumbled in the sky, and beneath Chu Fengmian’s feet was a boundless ocean, with countless waves a kilometer high rolling and roaring towards Chu Fengmian.
This was Chu Heng the Saint’s domain.
The power of these waves, each wave equivalent to the full-strength blow of a Semi-Saint like Vice Dean Wang.
A pure power domain— the Chu family was known for Body Cultivation, engaging foes with extreme force, and this field cultivated by Chu Heng the Saint was a domain of sheer power.
The boundless waves, at a glance, seemed to number in the hundreds or thousands— wave after wave, with no end in sight.
When Chu Heng the Saint made a move against Chu Fengmian, the power was terrifyingly immense, instantly trapping Chu Fengmian within his domain, leaving Chu Fengmian with no avenue for escape.
"This Chu Heng the Saint’s realm must be around the first layer of the Divine Power Realm."
The closer the crisis, the calmer Chu Fengmian became. As he felt the power of the waves, he made this estimation in his heart.
Using power alone, Chu Fengmian could feel that this Chu Heng the Saint’s strength was surely far inferior to that of Chu Fengmian’s master, Xuan Bei the Saint.
However, even at the first layer of the Divine Power Realm, for Chu Fengmian, it still represented an insurmountable mountain. Once Chu Heng the Saint took action, the chances of Chu Fengmian emerging unscathed were less than one in a hundred.
Moreover, he was now caught within Chu Heng the Saint’s domain, unable to escape, and had to face the endless barrage of waves.
"Unbeatable Battle Dragon!"
"Slaughter Sword Technique!"
Chu Fengmian pushed the power of the Battle Dragon Technique to the limit, making his entire being resemble a demi-dragon, while also maximizing his killing intent.
Facing the endless assault of the waves, his sword fell, and countless blood essences turned into a hundred-meter Sword Qi, slashing fiercely through the waves.
With a single sword strike, nearly a hundred waves were simultaneously cleaved apart.
But Chu Fengmian’s expression did not lighten in the least.
Because almost at the same time, thousands, tens of thousands more waves surged towards Chu Fengmian once again.
In Chu Heng the Saint’s domain, these waves were relentless and unending.
Such was the terrifying nature of a true Saint’s domain; even the domain of Chu Heng the Saint, at merely the first layer of the Divine Power Realm, was this fearsome.
If it were a peak Saint like Chu Fengmian’s master, Xuan Bei the Saint, any single wave within this Spirit Jade could potentially match the full-force strike of a Saint.
It could instantaneously wipe out countless Saints.
Chu Fengmian might be capable of contending with the Regulating Wind Realm while in the Body Forging Realm, but he could not face the Divine Power Realm with the realm of the Divine Sea.
Faced with such terrifying power, Chu Fengmian felt a sense of despair.
"I cannot possibly die! Just a Saint of the first layer of the Divine Power Realm! I am meant to ascend and challenge the seven major sects; sects like these could casually produce ten thousand such Saints. How could I possibly die here!"
Chu Fengmian roared furiously, unleashing every ounce of his power in a frenzy.