Chapter 222: Suppressed by the Five Elements

The blood cloud churned violently as Wang Fang slowly emerged with a grim expression.

Behind him followed a group of grotesque, twisted demonic cultivators. Each of them had already reached the Origin Realm, and the immense pressure they emanated made the people of Qinling show a trace of despair on their faces.

“Chen Fei, we meet again!” Wang Fang turned slightly, hatred blazing in his eyes.

Chen Fei sneered. Even the combined pressure of so many Origin Realm cultivators couldn’t make him flinch in the slightest. He simply raised his hand toward Wang Fang. “Do you remember what I told you?”

Wang Fang’s face twisted. “Chen Fei! You’re too arrogant!”

Chen Fei waved his finger. “Correction. I never speak nonsense. So, are you ready?”

Wang Fang froze for a moment as realization dawned. Back then, wasn’t it the Patriarch of the Blood Sect—an expert of unimaginable strength—who Chen Fei had dared to face head-on? And Chen Fei had won!

A strange sense of dread surged in his heart.

Especially that last moment—the faint smile on Chen Fei’s face—it had become a nightmare engraved in his memory.

Now, seeing Chen Fei charging straight toward him, Wang Fang’s first instinct was to turn and run!

Chen Fei gripped his massive, edge-less sword and charged into the crowd of demonic cultivators emerging from the blood cloud. The entire scene left the onlookers stunned.

“Brother Chen! Be careful!” Qin Heng cried out in alarm.

The demonic cultivators above the blood cloud were stunned. This guy was seriously charging in like that? A mere peak sixth-grade Nascent Realm dares to challenge us? He’s asking for death!

After a brief moment of shock, the evil cultivators reacted.

“Good! As expected of someone from the Heavenly Firmament Sacred Land. Bold indeed!”

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen such an interesting young man.”

“Looks like we underestimated him!”

Grinning savagely, the Origin Realm evil cultivators all raised their hands toward Chen Fei.

But Chen Fei wasn’t acting recklessly. He had already sensed the presence of the Cold Moon Saintess nearby.

Originally, she had been on guard against the Blood Cloud Sect’s higher-ups, but only Origin Realm cultivators had shown up—no real threat.

“This guy…” Inside a nearby room, Cold Moon Saintess was stunned at first by Chen Fei’s recklessness, then smiled softly.

Although this was their first time cooperating, she instantly understood his intent.

“Thousand Blades of Frost!” Her eyes turned icy blue, and the once calm sky suddenly darkened.

“What’s going on?!”

“Who is it?!”

The demonic cultivators of Blood Cloud Sect immediately noticed something wrong. Snow began to fall from the sky.

At first, the snowflakes felt harmless. But soon, their bodies began to stiffen visibly as the snow piled up.

“Not good! There’s a powerful cultivator here!”

“Retreat!”

“Young Sect Master, I’ll cover your escape!”

Cries of alarm echoed as the demonic cultivators instantly abandoned their arrogance and tried to flee.

Wang Fang gritted his teeth, glaring at Chen Fei with intense hatred. “Chen Fei!”

His hatred was practically tangible—he couldn’t accept this humiliation!

By now, Chen Fei had already soared above them. “Trying to run now? A bit too late, don’t you think?”

A small, unimpressive seal appeared in Chen Fei’s hand.

Yin-Yang Five Element Seal!

Right from the start, he unleashed his strongest attack—one that had been fused with the power of the Axe Glyph.

As he pressed his palm downward, the seal rapidly expanded as if he were about to stamp the heavens themselves.

“What is that?!”

“Something’s wrong! Attack together!”

Though they hadn’t seen this technique before, the Origin Realm cultivators instantly sensed its danger. They raised their hands to counter the overwhelming seal pressing down on them.

But as soon as the seal left Chen Fei’s palm, a sharp, destructive aura exploded forth.

Boom!

A deafening sound echoed as the Yin-Yang Five Element Seal transformed into a towering, celestial axe and cleaved downward.

“What the hell is this?! Damn it!”

“He’s been hiding his strength! Young Sect Master, run!”

Screams followed as the Origin Realm cultivators were instantly decimated. The massive blood cloud they had summoned was split cleanly in two by the celestial axe.

The people of Qinling were left dumbfounded by the sight.

Just then, Guan Tong emerged from his secluded cultivation, and his eyes widened at the scene. “So… this is the power of a personal disciple of the Ancestor?”

Inside the room, Cold Moon Saintess wore a deeply intrigued expression.

She had only vaguely understood Chen Fei’s plan and lent her support, but she never expected him to possess such overwhelming strength. To obliterate so many Origin Realm experts in one strike—just how much was this man still hiding?

“What an interesting person,” she murmured with a smile.

These past two days with Chen Fei had been more thrilling than the last ten years of her life. Maybe life wasn’t so dull after all.

Chen Fei, for his part, had expected this.

He had deliberately hidden his true cultivation, only showing the peak of sixth-grade Nascent Realm. For someone with that level to charge in first? Naturally, the Origin Realm cultivators wouldn’t take him seriously—that was their mistake.

Then there was the Yin-Yang Five Element Seal—his most powerful technique. It consumed a tremendous amount of energy. Without the Void Sky Cauldron’s support, he would have collapsed afterward.

Fortunately, the cauldron only needed to drain a few top-grade spirit stones to fully restore his energy.

Of course, Cold Moon Saintess’s support had been essential. Without her Thousand Blades of Frost slowing them down, his axe would never have landed so cleanly or effectively.

Wang Fang gritted his teeth and glared at Chen Fei, pulling out a blood-red long robe and wrapping himself in it. “Chen Fei! Next time, I will tear you limb from limb!”

Chen Fei sneered. “So you’re still ignoring my words? Did I say you could leave?”

As his words fell, Chen Fei vanished before everyone’s eyes.

Wang Fang’s heart trembled. Without hesitation, he summoned a blood-red armor that wrapped tightly around his body.

Just as the armor formed, Chen Fei’s massive sword arrived above his head!

Clang!

With a thunderous crash, the sword tore through the blood-red armor and left a deep gash on Wang Fang’s forehead.

Only the last-minute burst of blood energy from the robe had prevented Chen Fei’s sword from splitting him in two.

“You really never learn your lesson. So, what are you offering for your life this time?” Chen Fei’s cold voice was laced with mockery, and it filled Wang Fang with unbearable humiliation.

“Chen Fei!” Wang Fang roared in rage. He had absorbed the power of the Blood Sect’s ancestor and stepped into the Origin Realm—he thought that would be enough to crush Chen Fei.

Yet once again, he was utterly humiliated.

How could he accept this?

Worse, he, the dignified Young Master of the Blood Cloud Sect, was being threatened in public by Chen Fei! If this got out, how could he ever show his face again?