'This is definitely the technique of a Divine Ability cultivator!'
Looking at the surrounding environment, Zhou Feng felt that this wasn't a technique that a Purple Mansion cultivator could use.
This required one to be at least in the Divine Ability realm.
Could a Divine Ability cultivator be able to do this?
He had directly pulled them into another space.
"Good kid! Don't tell me you think I'm that trash, Wang Shu!
"That good-for-nothing wasted the clan's foundation, and in the end, he even lost the clan's ancestral spiritual weapon! It's simply a complete disgrace to the Wang Clan!
"But I'm different from Wang Shu!"
After being slightly dazed for a moment, Wang Jin's anger instantly surged into his heart.
Because this Zhou Feng was simply too arrogant.
Could it be that he thought that just because a Soul Altar cultivator killed a pseudo-Purple Mansion cultivator who had yet to unlock his innate divine ability, he would be able to challenge him?
He had relied on his own strength to break through.
Moreover, he had unlocked an innate divine ability.
'A vagabond Soul Altar cultivator was only a vagabond Soul Altar cultivator!' Wang Jin frantically muttered in his heart.
This mere Soul Altar cultivator in front of him had actually reduced the Wang Clan to such a state. This was simply a disgrace.
'After I finish off this person, the Wang Clan shouldn't find trouble with me for the time being, right?'
Zhou Feng ignored Wang Jin's threatening words.
He was pondering whether he could kill Wang Jin.
The Wang Clan shouldn't find trouble with him for the time being, so he could use this time to improve himself.
"You can use your own methods to your heart's content. You don't have to worry about injuries! This old man will decide based on the situation!"
Before the two sides started fighting, that voice sounded once again.
The general meaning was to tell both sides not to hold back and that he would stop them before anything happened.
"Between a Soul Altar cultivator and a Purple Mansion cultivator that has unlocked their innate divine ability, who do you think will win?"
"Isn't this answer obvious?"
"Unless there's some special technique, I don't think that a Soul Altar cultivator can win against a Purple Mansion cultivator!"
"However, there might be an accident. Otherwise, that monk wouldn't have suddenly intervened!"
Quite a few people below also began to discuss in low voices.
A Soul Altar cultivator versus a Purple Mansion cultivator. No matter how one looked at it, this battle was one-sided. However, because of Ruo Sheng's sudden words earlier, quite a few people had a glimmer of hope for Zhou Feng.
"Hmph! Today, I'll let you see what a gap is!"
The unknown fire in Wang Jin's heart instantly ignited upon seeing Zhou Feng's expressionless face.
When Zhou Feng was beaten to the ground, he could no longer maintain such an expression.
"Battle Soul! Show!"
Wang Jin roared angrily and activated his innate divine ability.
A boundless figure appeared behind Wang Jin.
The figure's appearance couldn't be seen clearly. His facial features were blurred, but the armor on his body and the long spear in his hand were extremely familiar.
Zhou Feng was very familiar with it because it looked like it held the two spiritual weapons he had seized from Wang Shu.
"That's…"
That figure gave Zhou Feng a huge impact—desolation and battle intent.
All kinds of auras mixed together, giving Zhou Feng a feeling.
Right now, he wasn't facing Wang Jin but a warrior from ancient times.
This was Wang Jin's innate divine ability, or rather, the entire Wang Clan's innate divine ability.
As long as one had the Wang Clan's bloodline and relied on their strength to break through to the Purple Mansion realm, they would definitely unlock this innate divine ability.
The name of this innate divine ability was Battle Soul.
Once it was activated, it would be able to project the Wang ancestor into this world.
In addition, as generations of bloodlines were purified, this innate divine ability would become more and more powerful, and its consumption would become smaller and smaller.
In this world, why had those ancient clans been passed down until now?
That was because bloodlines were truly passed down from generation to generation.
As long as every generation had a Purple Mansion cultivator, they would be able to activate the power within their bloodlines, and the power contained within their bloodlines would be able to be preserved.
Even when their cultivation reached a certain level…
They would be able to carve their own imprint into their bloodlines.
Simply put, some cultivators would be able to carve things into their DNA directly.
This was different from what Zhou Feng had previously thought.
According to normal logic, the bloodline of the fantasy world would weaken from generation to generation.
However, under certain circumstances, the bloodline would strengthen from generation to generation in this world.
They even knew that at the end, when the bloodline was purified to the limit, even the race might change.
"Die!"
Wang Jin used all his strength to activate the battle soul behind him, wanting to kill Zhou Feng in one hit.
A large amount of soul power had been consumed.
The battle soul behind Wang Jin slowly raised the long spear in his hand.
A tragic and bloody aura assaulted Zhou Feng's face. It was as if Zhou Feng's entire body had been locked down.
This feeling was as if his entire body had been placed in a quagmire. That sluggish feeling made Zhou Feng feel extremely uncomfortable.
'Is this the true strength of a Purple Mansion cultivator?'
This was the first time Zhou Feng had truly experienced the true strength of a Purple Mansion cultivator.
This was a world of difference from the Wang Shu he had faced previously.
If he didn't unleash his full power, Zhou Feng wouldn't be able even to move his fingers.
Blood-Burning Technique! Spiritual Attachment Art!
Without any hesitation, Zhou Feng began his usual crazy battle style.
The first thing he did was burn his Blood Qi, forcefully absorbing Spiritual Qi into his body to increase the strength of his body.
The massive amount of Spiritual Qi was burned, and Zhou Feng once again transformed into a ray of sun, emitting light, and heat.
"Eh? Is that all? An extremely low-grade dao art! Burning one's own Blood Qi in exchange for a short burst of power!"
"Did he use two self-harming arts at the same time? Forcefully binding the Spiritual Qi onto his body?"
"Just this? I heard that this person had previously killed a Purple Mansion cultivator while in the Soul Altar realm!"
"…"
After seeing Zhou Feng's actions, most of the people slightly frowned.
Originally, everyone thought that Zhou Feng would use some sort of exquisite dao art.
After all, they had heard of Zhou Feng's previous battle achievements.
To be able to kill a low-level Purple Mansion cultivator with Soul Altar cultivation, this definitely relied on an exquisite dao art or technique.
But now, it seemed that the dao art that Zhou Feng used was truly inferior.
Not only did he injure himself, but the efficiency of his self-injury wasn't very good either.
With just these two inferior dao arts, he was able to kill a Purple Mansion disciple?
"It's useless! You don't even have a nascent soul! There's no way you can block this attack of mine!"
Seeing Zhou Feng's dying struggle, Wang Jin immediately folded his hands and looked down at Zhou Feng.
"Bang!"
Because that battle soul was locked onto by his soul power, Zhou Feng was unable to dodge.
Zhou Feng was instantly smashed onto the stage, and that power caused quite a bit of shock.
However, the next scene caused everyone's gazes to change slightly.
Zhou Feng, who had endured the terrifying attack of the battle soul, actually didn't seem to be in a bad condition.
His shattered body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Moreover, Zhou Feng had actually launched a counterattack!
"Purple Jade Bell! Appear!"
The pressure Zhou Feng was facing this time was many times stronger than before, so the first thing he did was summon the Purple Jade Bell!