It would be no exaggeration to say that Feng Tianxia’s true cultivation had shocked everyone. He had fooled everyone and told them that by revealing that he was at the sixth level.
“How is this possible? He’s actually at the sixth level?!”
“He sure hid it well. If not for Chen Fan, we would have never known.”
The expressions of the many holy disciples changed, their gazes flickering.
Even Gongsun Long narrowed his gaze.
“Damn it! We were all fooled by him!” Yue Zhongtian’s gaze flickered, his tone carried a hint of frustration.
While everyone had assumed that Feng Tianxia was at the fifth level, he had made a mockery of them all by revealing his true cultivation.
Feng Tianxia likely was at the peak of the fifth level when he visited Black Wind Cliff. After obtaining the treasures from Duan Jingtian, he advanced to the next level.
However, that also meant that he had hidden his true cultivation even from Duan Jingtian.
“All that humiliation... he really can endure. Everyone underestimated him, including Duan Jingtian. The sixth level of the Core Formation realm... I’m afraid he can even compete with Gongsun Long now!” Lei Wushuang’s lightning arcs seemed to be in a bit of disarray. The shock of the reveal had been too much.
Previously, neither he nor Yue Zhongtian had regarded Feng Tianxia with much concern, being veterans of the fifth level.
While they were ranked third and fifth respectively among the holy disciples, Feng Tianxia ranked tenth and was only at the fourth level.
They realized they had never stood a chance against Feng Tianxia, neither before nor now.
“It seems he didn't use an aura concealment technique, but rather a sealing art to suppress his cultivation level to fool us all,” Yue Zhongtian said.
Lei Wushuang nodded and said, “That’s right. Chen Fan has forced him to reveal it; he is in danger.”
Numerous gazes fell on Feng Tianxia, every one of them incomparably complicated.
In the Life and Death Hall, the inner sect, elite, and core disciples looked dumbfounded as they discussed the events.
“How surprising. He played us all like a fiddle.”
“That’s right. Everyone assumed that he advanced to the fifth level using treasures from Senior Brother Duan Jingtian, but he used them to advance to the sixth level.”
“In that case, Chen Fan's brief glimmer of hope is gone, plunging him back into the depths of despair.”
“There shouldn’t be any more surprises in this battle. Both have revealed their hands, and Feng Tianxia proves to be the more skilled of the two.”
“Senior Brother Feng Tianxia sure planned everything out to the last detail. He could have challenged Chen Fan to a life-and-death battle with his peak fifth-level cultivation. However, he met Senior Brother Duan Jingtian, obtained his treasures, and advanced to the sixth level. His preparations to ensure Chen Fan loses sure are thorough.”
“It’s such a pity. Chen Fan will fall to Feng Tianxia’s hands.”
“Perhaps Chen Fan will become the shortest-lived holy disciple in Spring Autumn Sect’s history.”
Meanwhile, Feng Tianxia looked at Chen Fan indifferently, as if looking at his prey—one that had always been within his grasp.
The prey had some tricks up its sleeves; at the end of the day, could the prey really hunt the hunter?
No matter how brilliant Chen Fan might be, he couldn’t defeat someone at the sixth level with his fourth-level cultivation.
“What do you have to say now, Chen Fan?” Feng Tianxia’s indifferent voice rang out, “Is it despair that you feel? Or are thoughts of what could have been if I hadn’t been at the sixth level clouding your head? You’re too na?ve!”
Feng Tianxia looked down at Chen Fan, the posture of a confident victor.
Chen Fan smirked. Admittedly, Feng Tianxia had caught him off guard.
He had expected Feng Tianxia’s hidden ace to be some powerful earth tier martial skill, or perhaps an elixir that could increase his strength for a short period. He hadn’t even thought that Feng Tianxia was concealing his cultivation level.
Perhaps he had been too confident, thinking no one could hide from his powerful perception. Yet, he had stumbled into Feng Tianxia's trap.
Chen Fan showed no signs of panic. He looked at Feng Tianxia indifferently and said, “You certainly hid it well, Feng Tianxia, fooling me and Duan Jingtian. Must be some kind of cultivation-sealing martial art you've mastered, right? I wonder how Duan Jingtian will react when he discovers your deception."
Duan Jingtian was an incredibly tyrannical and cruel person, adhering to the belief that "those who follow me thrive, those who oppose me die."
Feng Tianxia had sought refuge under Duan Jingtian's wing but had deceived him for benefits. It was a form of betrayal.
Feng Tianxia said evenly, “No need for all that. As long as I kill you, Alliance Leader will understand it. A fifth-level Core Formation realm would hardly pose a threat to you otherwise."
“Alliance leader...” Chen Fan's expression twisted with mockery. “Sure enough, a hallowed holy disciple of the Spring Autumn Sect is willing to be a dog at Duan Jingtian’s feet.”
Feng Tianxia’s expression instantly sank. It turned incomparably dark, and he said chillingly, “Cut the nonsense. I’ll send you on your way now!”
His aura immediately churned and boiled, suffocating the arena. The very air seemed to freeze under its weight.
His figure blurred, and Bloody Sky came slashing through the air. “Go to hell!”
The sky seemed to split as a streak of crimson light, razor-sharp, aimed straight for Chen Fan.
Under the weight of Feng Tianxia's aura, Chen Fan felt immense pressure.
An expert at the sixth level could overwhelm someone at the fourth or the fifth level, and their pressure could restrict those weaker than them.
“It’s over. Chen Fan is done for.”
“Chen Fan’s death is certain the moment Feng Tianxia revealed his true cultivation.”
"One strike. That blade might end this duel once and for all."
The crowd’s irises shrank, mumbling to themselves that Chen Fan was done for.