Martial God Asura

“Elder, can you tell what is Chu Feng trying to do?” Baili Zilin secretly asked Jie Mubai.

He was fearful of Chu Feng’s means.

“Pay no heed to him and continue deciphering the formations per my instructions,” Jie Mubai calmly replied.

“I have a feeling that Chu Feng is up to something. I feel uneasy.”

“Don’t worry. No one knows this place better than me other than its creator. I have a foolproof plan, so put your mind at ease. You’ll be the victor of this challenge.”

“All right.”

Baili Zilin was unnerved by Chu Feng, but he trusted Jie Mubai’s capabilities too.

Chu Feng was right.

He was a puppet—Jie Mubai’s puppet. There was nothing he could do other than to trust Jie Mubai and religiously follow his instructions.

He was starting to get nervous for Chu Feng after witnessing Baili Zilin’s means.

“Young friend Chu Feng knows what he’s doing.”

Daoist First Dragon had no idea what Chu Feng had in mind, but Chu Feng’s calm demeanor hinted that he knew what he was doing.

The Dragon Breath Clansmen and the Totem Dragon Clansmen were curious about Chu Feng’s situation too, and so was the crowd.

It would make sense for Chu Feng to give up if no one had come to support him, but he had received the support of so many experts that his support formation was on par with Baili Zilin’s. There was no reason for him to give up.

Furthermore, Chu Feng looked calm as if he had everything under control. It didn’t seem like he had given up yet.

Finally, Chu Feng moved.

He stopped examining the stone monument, sat down, and closed his eyes. He then formed a simple hand seal as if to cultivate before falling completely still.

There was no response from the stone monument formation.

Meanwhile, Baili Zilin had been working hard.

In three days, he crossed several rivers, trudged across several deserts, climbed several mountains, and hiked through several forests, all while deciphering the formations that stood in his way, he finally arrived at the foot of Luck Saint Realm’s mountain.

The only thing standing in his way was a mountain range.

The mountain range kept changing forms like a labyrinth.

Baili Zilin spent an hour constructing a formation using the support formation’s energy. He activated the formation and fused it with the mountain range with a deafening rumble.

Moments later, the mountain range crumbled apart.

“Young master Zilin has succeeded!”

Cheers filled the formation realm. Everyone was celebrating Baili Zilin’s success except for those who had come to support Chu Feng. Even those who weren’t from the Netherworld Sect were moved to tears.

They might be mere spectators, but Baili Zilin’s spectacular performance had won them over, and they found themselves rooting for his success.

Without any hesitation, Baili Zilin leaped all the way up to the mountain peak.

A brilliant aura started to seep out and revolve around the compass behind the mountain peak. The crowd could sense something extraordinary about this aura.

“Is this the strongest luck energy?”

“Amazing!”

“It feels extremely powerful.”

“He really succeeded! This is a feat that even Jie Tianran has failed to achieve!”

Everyone on the spectator stand stood up, knowing that they had reached the decisive moment. Clearly, Baili Zilin was the victor of this trial.

Boom!

The formation realm suddenly shook intensely as if it was on the verge of collapse. Many spectators failed to keep their balance and fell to the ground.

Baili Zilin looked back with a frown.

The quake was coming from Chu Feng’s direction, or more specifically, his stone monument formation. The stone monument formation had finally reacted, and Chu Feng opened his eyes and stood up.

He waved his sleeves, and the energy from his support formation enveloped him like armor. He opened his palm, and black flames surged from the stone monument formation, morphed into a sphere, and fell into his grasp.

It was only then that the shaking stopped.

“What’s going on? Why would his formation cause such a huge ruckus?”

The crowd finally turned their attention to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng stepped into the spirit formation gate and entered the Luck Saint Realm’s world.

“You’re only beginning now? Don’t bother. It’s futile. It’s too late to do anything,” Baili Zilin sneered.

While he didn’t know why Chu Feng’s stone monument formation caused such a powerful quake, it didn’t change the reality of the situation. Chu Feng was still at the starting point when he had already reached the ending point.

He had spent three days to reach the ending point.

No matter how fast Chu Feng overcame the obstacles, there was no way he could make it in time anymore. Victory was in Baili Zilin’s grasp.

Just then, Chu Feng thrust his palm forward, and the sphere in his hand flew out.

Boom!

The sphere suddenly grew incomparably humongous before surging toward the mountain peak with an unstoppable momentum reminiscent of an erupting volcano or a destructive tsunami.

In the blink of an eye, the sphere tore through all the formations blocking Chu Feng’s path, creating a wide path that led straight to the mountain peak.

With a light nudge forward, Chu Feng suddenly teleported from the starting point to the mountain peak, where he stood right in front of Baili Zilin.

“What did you say? What’s too late?”