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Chapter 112 Powerful
Chapter 112 Powerful
Led by the burly man in gray robes, the disciples of the Haotian Sect did not wait for Chen Feng. They simultaneously unleashed their power and sped off towards the back of the village.
Although they did not use their martial souls, their soul power was at a certain level, and once their speed was unleashed, it was still quite astonishing.
The burly man in the gray robe glanced at Chen Feng out of the corner of his eye, only to find that the latter was strolling leisurely, showing no sign of strain whatsoever.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Although he didn't know the origin of this man in black, the occasional gust of wind blowing his veil revealed that he was a young man much younger than himself. To have such strength at such a young age, no wonder he was so arrogant.
With his speed increasing, the gray-robed strongman seemed determined to embarrass Chen Feng in this matter.
The air was parted, causing the hem of clothing to flutter loudly.
Unfortunately, Chen Feng still showed no signs of falling behind, while the dozen or so Haotian Sect disciples who were traveling with him were instantly outpaced.
They exchanged a glance, shook their heads and smiled bitterly, then gritted their teeth and unleashed their soul power once more to accelerate.
Just then, they both felt their bodies lighten. Looking up, they saw a young man's face peeking out from under the cloak, looking at them calmly.
"It's too slow, let's speed it up!"
After he finished speaking, all the disciples of the Haotian Sect, including the gray-clad strong man, were simultaneously lifted up by a powerful soul force, and their speed increased several times in an instant.
With two sword wings unfolding and a gentle flap, Chen Feng carried more than a dozen Haotian Sect disciples into the air, soaring hundreds of meters into the sky.
The intense visual experience caused everyone to gasp in amazement, even the burly man in the gray robe at the head of the group felt his heart clench.
Looking at Chen Feng's back again, he suddenly seemed as tall and imposing as a mountain, unscalable.
Soon, the group flew out of the village.
Directly in front of us was a mountain peak, extremely steep, with its entire wall almost perpendicular to the ground and extremely smooth.
This is the first barrier that Haotian Sect uses to block external enemies. No one without a Soul Sect realm or higher can easily climb this stone wall.
Chen Feng led more than a dozen Haotian Sect disciples at an extremely fast speed, soaring through the air in the blink of an eye.
Behind the mountain wall, there are more than a dozen undulating mountain ranges, each one seemingly difficult to climb.
If attackers were to attempt to enter the mountains, it would undoubtedly result in enormous losses. If defenses were deployed on every mountain peak, even if the attackers outnumbered the Haotian Sect tenfold, they might not be able to successfully breach the defenses.
"A bunch of cowards have found a good place." Chen Feng curled his lip, referring not to all the Haotian Sect disciples, but to a portion of them.
A strongman like Tang Hao is worthy of respect and inspires fear in his enemies.
Of course, the reason the Haotian Sect did this might be to preserve its core power, but didn't they consider the interests of its affiliated clans?
With the departure of the Clear Sky Sect, the affiliated minor clans became the scapegoats of the Spirit Hall, each one suffering more than the last.
If the Haotian Sect were to emerge from seclusion in the future, who would be willing to follow them?
Who else would dare to follow?
So, will the Haotian Sect that emerges from the mountains still be the same Haotian Sect as before?
Before he knew it, Chen Feng had already led more than a dozen Haotian Sect disciples across the many natural barriers. The so-called obstacles were as easy as stepping on mud balls under his feet.
After leaping over the last canyon, which was a thousand meters long, Chen Feng put down the group of Haotian Sect disciples.
Feeling grounded, the burly man in the gray robe finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his gaze toward Chen Feng became one of admiration and apprehension.
At the same time, the gray-robed strongman was also worried, wondering whether letting such a mysterious and powerful person come to the sect so easily was a blessing or a curse.
After all, he possesses the Chief Elder's Token, which will inevitably lead to a reshuffling of the Haotian Sect's higher-ups.
But soon, the gray-robed strongman understood. Even without his guidance, with the other party's strength, finding the sect would be as easy as drinking water. The reason he was the one leading the way was actually a way of giving advance notice.
As for the reshuffling of power...
who cares!
The sect's internal records state that the Chief Elder's Token was possessed by the sect's founding ancestor, the level 99 peerless Douluo, and the first generation Haotian Douluo, Tang Chen. Who he ultimately entrusted the Chief Elder's Token to is beyond my comprehension; there must have been his reasons.
He walked on the edge of the abyss, with endless cliffs behind him, desolate ice and snow lashing against his veil, and the cold wind ruffling his hair.
Ahead, a massive stone building stands like a fortress, with its main gate reaching a height of five meters.
While it cannot compare to the Papal Palace in terms of luxury, this all-stone building appears exceptionally sturdy.
Above the main gate, three large characters carved in stone are vigorous and powerful, exuding a magnificent and awe-inspiring aura that rivals the surrounding mountains—Haotian Sect.
At the gate, two guards, both dressed in gray robes, bowed to the returning gray-robed burly man, but still addressed Chen Feng, saying, "Please show us your sect's token."
"Cough cough..."
The burly man in gray robes stepped forward and said with a strange expression, "Never mind, this is...this is an honored guest. We should quickly inform the sect leader and elders and make preparations to welcome him."
The guard looked at Chen Feng with surprise, but didn't say anything, nodding in agreement.
Suddenly, Chen Feng, who had been silent all along, stepped past the crowd and spoke calmly, "Why go through all this trouble? As the chief elder, am I supposed to visit them all one by one? What kind of decorum is that!"
"Make them all come out to see me right now!"
Dust Wind opened its mouth and let out a sharp whistle. The sound wasn't loud, but it was very penetrating.
Almost instantly, the sound had spread throughout the Haotian Sect.
In an instant, several long howls erupted simultaneously from within the Haotian Sect, as if in response.
Five elderly men dressed in black robes simultaneously took to the air and leaped towards this side.
After a deep roar, an incredibly burly figure set off, his aura like that of an ancient ferocious beast, or as majestic as a mountain.
Outside the sect, the burly man in gray robes, seeing this scene, couldn't help but take three steps back in quick succession. "It's over! The sect leader and elders think the enemy has attacked!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark light suddenly appeared in the distant sky, and the huge hammerhead, as large as a small mountain, stretched for nearly a hundred meters.
It was unclear which elder had made the move; all that was seen was a flash of black spirit rings before the hammerhead came crashing down from mid-air.
"I don't care who you are, anyone who dares to offend the Haotian Sect will have to get past me first!"
The enormous hammerhead appeared in mid-air, a result of the amplification effect of the weapon spirit's true form.
Realizing the situation was dire, the burly man in gray robes hurriedly led a dozen or so Haotian Sect disciples and fled. Otherwise, at such close range, if they were injured by the aftershocks, they would surely be dead.
In stark contrast to them was Chen Feng. Faced with the overwhelming suppression of the Haotian Hammer's true spirit body, Chen Feng simply stood calmly in place, without the slightest panic.
His right arm emitted a faint glow as he chanted, "A century of trials and tribulations are all contained in this one sword; once drawn, it will cleave the heavens!"
(End of this chapter)