Martial God Asura - Chapter 6040: I’ll Start Pummeling You Now

Chapter 6040: I’ll Start Pummeling You Now

Chapter 6040: I’ll Start Pummeling You Now

“Chu Feng, do you think that you would stand a chance just because you kept your tokens? Hmph! You’re up against my grandfather! There’s not a chance in the world you can win!” the Redsoul Sect’s young master sneered.

He wasn’t worried about his grandfather. If anything, he only felt assured.

He knew how powerful his grandfather was. The outcome would be the same even with the tokens. Chu Feng and the others couldn’t hope to match his grandfather.

“Which one is your grandfather? This one?” He pointed to one of the red-cloaked men, but he intentionally pointed to the wrong person. “All right, I’ll take note. I’ll pummel your grandfather in your place.”

“You’re Chu Feng?” the Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster spoke up.

“I am.” Chu Feng nodded.

“I’ll remember you,” the Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster spat.

“For what? Why are you joining in when that fellow’s grandfather hasn’t said a word?” Chu Feng asked.

“Stop talking nonsense, Chu Feng. He is my grandfather!” the Redsoul Sect’s young master exclaimed. DiiScôver 𝒏𝒆w stori𝒆s on no/𝒗/e()/lbin(.)c/o/m

“Did I get the wrong guy? That’s weird. I am certain that the person there is your grandfather. My intuition tends to be on the mark. Why don’t you verify your blood ties with a formation? Who knows? You might have gotten it wrong,” Chu Feng said.

“Chu Feng, I’ll slaughter you if you dare utter another word of nonsense!”

The Redsoul Sect’s young master was so angry that his eyes nearly bulged out from their sockets. He rushed to the dueling ring’s walls and unleashed his True God level cultivation.

“True God level?”

The cultivators present were stunned to learn that a junior had reached True God level, though that also made Chu Feng even more formidable for outwitting a True God level cultivator.

“Chu Feng, I’ll tear you apart with my own hands!” the Redsoul Sect’s young master roared.

It was then that the Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster bellowed, “Back off!”

He had lost his temper too, not just because of Chu Feng but his grandson as well. His grandson had been outwitted by Chu Feng, not just in this verbal dispute but in their previous realm too.

That made his grandson’s current outburst look pathetic, as it was the howls of a loser. That made him feel like he had been humiliated.

“Indeed, you should listen to your fake grandfather’s words and stop barking. You’re a human, not a beast. You shouldn’t go rabid over everything,” Chu Feng added.

“Chu Feng, you must not know that you’re currently standing in a dueling ring right now, and you’re going to fight us. You might have a sharp tongue, but have you considered the consequences of your recklessness?” the Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster asked.

Chu Feng chuckled. “Old fogey, you must not understand human speech. Didn’t I say earlier I’ll be pummeling that fellow’s grandfather in his stead? If you insist on being his grandfather, you can take the beating in his place. I knew from the start that this is a dueling ring.”

“Very well. No wonder even the present-era cultivators have a low opinion of you. You are a detestable one. You’re gravely mistaken if you think that I’m a pushover. But there’s no rush. You’ll soon know what kind of person I am,” the Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster replied with a quivering voice.

It was not out of fear but rage. He was trying to suppress his anger as much as possible, knowing that it would be unseemly for him to blow up here. His anger was already shooting through the roof, and he couldn’t wait to slice Chu Feng into pieces.

“Young friend Chu Feng!”

It was then that a man’s voice caught everyone’s attention. It was the doofus sitting by the corner, wearing just a pair of shorts. He pranced behind all the Ancient Era’s cultivators, excitedly waving his hands at Chu Feng.

“Elder Zhao!”

Chu Feng was delighted to see Eighth Zhao, and he excitedly waved back. He glanced at Zhao Zhuyin as he spoke.

“Aiyo, my daughter is there too! How did you two end up together?” Eighth Zhao asked.

“Elder, it was a coincidental meeting,” Chu Feng replied.

“That’s fate for you. Young friend Chu Feng, it looks like fate is pulling us together,” Eighth Zhao said with a wide grin.

“They know each other?”

Their conversation caught the crowd’s attention.

The older generation didn’t think much as Eighth Zhao was just an early True God level cultivator, but the younger generation was intrigued. They knew that Zhao Zhuyin, like the Redsoul Sect’s young master, was an incredible prodigy who had reached True God level too.

Boom!

A light pillar descended from the humongous spirit formation gate above, manifesting into a bundle of red aura in the center of the dueling platform. The bundle of red aura then scattered all around, distributing equally to everyone present.

It was the same chain of events as what happened earlier.

Then, a light pillar containing words rose from the crystal platform.

“Do we have to face them?”

The faces of the juniors paled. Their nervousness and fear were palpable. They were afraid of going up against these powerhouses even with the tokens.

Soon, the light pillar receded into the crystal platform. At the same time, the barrier dividing the Ancient Era’s cultivators and the present-era juniors returned to the dueling ring.

Red flames flared from the body of the Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster, as he unleashed his Heavenly God level aura. That was an aura that could instantaneously envelop a smaller realm, let alone the dueling ring!

“I-i-is he at pinnacle True God level?” a junior asked with trembling lips.

They didn’t think that the tokens they had with them were enough to deal with a pinnacle True God level cultivator.

“He’s not at pinnacle True God level but Heavenly God level,” Yuwen Yanri replied.

He had seen pinnacle True God level cultivators before, so he could tell that the cultivation of the Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster surpassed that.

“Heavenly God level? We have to deal with a Heavenly God level cultivator?!”

“Am I dreaming? That’s no different from asking us to die!”

To the juniors, the Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster was practically the God of Death, and he was here to reap their lives.

The anger of the Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster quelled by a fair bit when he saw the juniors’ frightened faces. He was intentionally flaunting his strength without making a move to instill fear in the juniors.

“What did you say earlier, Chu Feng?” the Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster asked.

“I said that you can receive a beating on your grandson’s behalf. It looks like you’re raring to go. No rush, I’ll satisfy your wish,” Chu Feng replied with a chuckle.

Unlike the other juniors, he wasn’t flustered at all. His smile remained as contemptuous as ever.

“Arrogant junior. I’ll rip off your mouth.”

The Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster raised his hand and released a flaming palm at Chu Feng’s mouth. He was intending to rip off Chu Feng’s mouth!

However, the flaming palm dissipated into a wisp of steam before it could reach Chu Feng.

The steam blew by Chu Feng’s face, but having lost its destructive might, it was unable to deal any damage to him. All it managed to do was to mess up his hair.

“Chu Feng is fine?”

The crowd was baffled.

Chu Feng sneered, “What are you trying to do? Moisturize my face?”

“Is it that token?” The Redsoul Sect’s sectmaster eyed the token Chu Feng was holding.

Looking over, the crowd saw that Chu Feng was holding a token in his hand. The token was shrouded in a bundle of water.

“Since you have noticed it, I shan’t dilly-dally anymore. Let’s begin the pummeling.”