Chapter 374 Ill Defend the Arena

No wonder the disciples of Tianqing Sacred Land were so shocked.

When Chen Fei had first entered the sect, his cultivation was merely at half-step Dao Realm—far inferior, even to the outer sect disciples!

But after joining Tianqing Sacred Land, Chen Fei’s strength had skyrocketed at an astonishing pace.

“You brat, you’re courting death!” Tian Zhen growled, his face ferocious.

He was a Heavenly Dao Realm powerhouse. The aura he released was overwhelmingly intense.

Yet Chen Fei, still at the Human Dao Realm, faced this suffocating pressure without flinching, calmly walking forward to stand before the crowd.

On the arena stage, Jiao Zheng glared at him with a grim expression.

“If breaking the rules has upset anyone, then allow me to defend the arena,” Chen Fei said flatly.

The moment those words left his mouth, Liu Xu’s face changed dramatically.

Defending the arena—it meant standing alone to take on all challengers.

But no one in Tianqing Sacred Land found this surprising. After all, this wasn’t the first time Chen Fei had done it! In fact, it gave them a strange sense of déjà vu and confidence.

“Defend the arena? Fine!” Tian Zhen’s expression shifted, his savagery replaced with curiosity as he scanned Chen Fei. “I won’t bully you. Ten matches. If you’re still alive after ten battles, you can walk away freely.”

“Deal!” Chen Fei nodded without hesitation.

Tian Zhen turned to Jiao Zheng.

Jiao Zheng licked his claws. That sword strike just now—appearing out of nowhere—had nearly severed his hand. He had no choice but to abandon the attack on Miao Yue and retreat.

Miao Yue looked at Chen Fei, emotions churning in her eyes.

Back in Yellow Mist City, he had also stood before everyone, resolute and unwavering.

She had thought that regaining her strength and breaking into the Human Dao Realm made her strong enough to fight for herself—but in the end, she still needed Chen Fei’s protection.

Instead of feeling shame, she took a deep breath, stepped forward, and stood before Chen Fei. “Husband, be careful!”

Chen Fei smiled gently and patted her head.

If they were alone, this gesture might have been nothing—but in front of the entire sect? With Miao Yue’s status and strength, she was the untouchable goddess in the hearts of many disciples.

Seeing Chen Fei affectionately patting her head… every disciple’s eyes turned red with jealousy.

“Bastard! Get your filthy hand off her!”

“How could the Saintess allow herself to be defiled by that guy?! Damn it!”

Though they were proud of Chen Fei’s courage, when it came to their goddess, their hearts were filled with fury. They itched to rush the stage and tear him apart.

Miao Yue didn’t dodge. She simply reminded him again to be careful.

Chen Fei turned his head to Li Tianya, who, sensing his gaze, looked up and nodded firmly.

Chen Fei smiled. “Wait for me—I’ll avenge him.”

With that, he leapt onto the arena.

“I like your boldness,” Tian Zhen said coldly. “But if you want to act tough, you better have the strength to back it up!” He waved toward Jiao Zheng.

Jiao Zheng cracked his neck. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Chen Fei glanced at him and slowly raised one finger.

“Huh?” Jiao Zheng looked confused.

Chen Fei said calmly, “One sword.”

A wave of familiarity swept through the crowd—all eyes turned to Gong Tianshou.

Currently recovering under Dong Feng’s protection, Gong Tianshou’s face flushed slightly, but he quickly straightened up in pride.

Jiao Zheng squinted, voice icy: “You arrogant brat. In the Savage Wastes, you wouldn’t last three days acting like this.”

Chen Fei chuckled and shook his head. With a casual wave of his hand, the Wufeng Greatsword appeared in front of him.

Unlike before, the sword now radiated a powerful spiritual presence, circling in the air before floating down into Chen Fei’s hand.

Jiao Zheng grew cautious despite his taunts. He had seen Gong Tianshou’s sword technique earlier—not enough to kill him, but impressive nonetheless.

Now that the true master of that sword had arrived… how strong would his strike be?

Tensing his entire body, Jiao Zheng activated his full physical strength—but it still didn’t feel like enough.

A flash of solemnity crossed his eyes as strange runes began appearing across his body.

These mysterious runes soon covered his entire form.

“That—that’s the Moonshadow Clan’s Moonshadow Sigils! Once activated, their body becomes indestructible!”

“Indestructible body? That strong?!”

Among Tianqing Sacred Land’s disciples, there was no shortage of knowledge. Many instantly recognized the runes.

“You hear that? That sword of yours won’t cut me!” Jiao Zheng sneered proudly, his eyes transforming into vertical purple pupils.

Demonic Pupils activated—his visual technique surged.

Suddenly, Chen Fei’s world distorted.

The once man-sized Jiao Zheng now appeared as a towering hundred-foot-tall monster, raising its hand to crush him.

A Mount Tai Crush!

As the sigils glowed across Jiao Zheng’s body, the sky itself grew darker.

Though demon cultivators weren’t adept at manipulating Dao force, their physical presence alone could warp the environment. The oppressive gloom weighed heavily on everyone.

Even the disciples who had just cursed Chen Fei now looked toward him with concern.

But Chen Fei remained calmly in place, watching the looming shadow draw closer.

“I said one sword, and I meant one sword. Your body may be indestructible—but what about your soul?”

His voice was light, but in Jiao Zheng’s ears, it exploded like thunder.

“Damn it!” Jiao Zheng finally panicked and turned to flee.

But Chen Fei didn’t give him the chance.

The sword was unleashed.

Blinding sword light tore through the darkness above.

The Wufeng Greatsword appeared in Chen Fei’s hand, instantly transforming into a lethal weapon. With a single swing, sword light struck Jiao Zheng.

His claws were just inches from Chen Fei’s forehead—but then, his body froze mid-air.

Though his body bore no visible wounds, his eyes went utterly blank—lifeless.

His soul was obliterated. Only an empty shell remained.

“Did he… win?”

A disciple whispered, still unable to believe what they’d witnessed.

Tian Zhen shot to his feet, his gaze locked on Chen Fei, and his terrifying aura surged forward.

Liu Xu’s eyes lit up. Though she hadn’t interacted with Chen Fei before, she hadn’t expected this little guy to be so capable. As Tian Zhen prepared to attack, she didn’t hesitate to act.

The moment Tian Zhen’s energy reached Chen Fei, Liu Xu shattered it with her own force!

“Tian Zhen, why get so angry?” Liu Xu calmly returned his earlier words.

Tian Zhen turned abruptly, glaring viciously at her.

The brutal ferocity of the Demon Emperor surged outward—even the heavens lost their color.