Holding Chaos to Suppress the Heavens

The moment when Feng Yu beat Lin Kai violently just now left a very deep impression on everyone.

It was precisely because of this that they were looking forward to Feng Yu's realm strength. They imagined that he had to be at least at the sixth level of the Spirit Vein Realm to be able to match the storm he had just stirred up.

But in reality, Feng Yu's realm of strength really surprised them.

The peak of the fourth level of the Spirit Vein Realm, this realm can no longer be said to be ordinary, it is simply rotten to the bottom.

Seven spiritual veins? Genius? It seems that this is still open to question.

Because the Jiutian Continent is a world where strength is valued. Even if you have talent, it will be useless if you don’t know how to use it.

"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. What genius? To me, he's just a genius in cultivation."

Lin Xiao and Chen Jin mocked mercilessly in the VIP seats, laughing so hard that tears came out.

Mo Yu also had a sarcastic look on his face and laughed mercilessly.

"With such low cultivation, no matter how weird you are, it's useless. Just get out of here, you little bastard."

"Get out, get out, get out..."

Mo Yu's words incited the audience. Everyone was filled with indignation and felt that Feng Yu had violated their expectations.

In the Jiutian Continent, martial arts is respected. If you are not strong enough, you are not even as good as someone else's dog.

Facing the ridicule and shouts from the audience, Feng Yu remained unmoved.

These people are just fence-sitters who follow the wind and want to watch the fun.

He fixed his eyes on Mo Yu and met his gaze.

“Let me ask you, do you think I have talent?”

"Humph, no matter how talented you are, if you can't improve your cultivation, you will still be useless."

Mo Yu snorted coldly, indirectly acknowledging Feng Yu's talent.

After all, everyone saw the fight with Lin Kai just now, and he couldn't deny it.

"Since you acknowledge my talent and think I'm useless, it's simply because you think my realm is too low."

"The realm corresponds to nothing more than strength. Since you think I'm a waste, do you dare to let everyone here fight me?"

Feng Yu's tone gradually became louder: "I, Feng Yu, am here to accept the challenge of any young generation in the martial arts arena. If I lose, I will immediately commit suicide here."

"But as long as I win, it will prove that my fighting ability is not weak and I can enter the Jinhong Sect. How about that?"

"Wow."

The audience was in an uproar. They didn't expect Feng Yu to say such arrogant words.

He challenged all the young people in the martial arts arena and said he would commit suicide if he couldn't win. How confident he must be.

All the Feng family members were stunned and wanted to stop Feng Yu, but Feng Daotian stopped them with his hand.

As a father, he believed in his son unconditionally, even though he found it ridiculous now.

"Hahahahaha, Deacon Mo, since this kid is so arrogant, we might as well help him."

Lin Xiao laughed loudly. This was exactly what he wanted.

Although Feng Yu defeated his daughter a month ago, after a month of settling down, things were different.

Feng Yu's strength has improved so little in this month, how could he possibly defeat the genius in the martial arts arena?

He set his sights on Chen Jin.

Chen Jin and Lin Xiao looked at each other, and he knew what he should do.

"Well, in that case, I will agree to your request."

Since the atmosphere had come to this point, Mo Yu had no choice but to agree to Feng Yu's request.

Although it felt a bit strange, what kind of trouble could a Spirit Vein Realm Peak 4th Level person cause?

"Feng Yu, I'm here to challenge you."

As soon as Mo Yu finished speaking, a voice sounded.

A young man who looked extremely strong and muscular came up to Feng Yu and looked at him provocatively.

"It's Chen Tong."

As soon as the boy came on stage, everyone present recognized him.

There is no other reason, it’s just because Chen Tong is Chen Jin’s most talented son.

Although there are only six spiritual veins in Chen Tong's body, his strength should not be underestimated because of his innate supernatural powers.

People at the same level don't dare to confront him because his strength is too great.

Chen Tong, who is now at the seventh level of the Spirit Vein Realm, doesn't even dare to fight against an ordinary warrior at the eighth level of the Spirit Vein Realm. His true strength is evident.

"can."

Feng Yu nodded and accepted Chen Tong's challenge.

"Tong'er, kill him, and your father will agree to anything you ask for."

Chen Jin loudly ordered Chen Tong in the VIP seat, without even trying to hide his words.

"I'm going to hammer you into a pulp."

Upon hearing this, Chen Tong's face lit up with joy. He took out a seven-foot sledgehammer from the storage bag on his waist and smashed it straight towards Feng Yu.

This hammer was like an earth-shaking movement, like a god descending to earth, and seemed to carry endless power.

The audience was in an uproar. If this hammer really hit Feng Yu, Feng Yu would be smashed into a pulp on the spot.

In the VIP seats, Chen Jin and Lin Xiao laughed triumphantly.

Feng Daotian's hands were shaking and he didn't dare to close his eyes at all.

Feng Yu looked at the seven-foot hammer coming towards him with a calm expression.

"For someone of your realm, the power of this hammer is quite good."

"boom."

A loud bang was heard, raising a cloud of dust that enveloped the two figures.

The audience waited with bated breath, what would be the outcome?

Is Feng Yu really just a show-off, whose true strength is vulnerable?

When the dust gradually settled, the figures of the two people came into everyone's sight.

Feng Yu was seen standing casually in place, with his right hand stretched out, directly blocking Chen Tong's seven-foot sledgehammer and holding it tightly.

Chen Tong's face flushed with shock, and he kept shouting, trying to break free from Feng Yu's hand, but found that he couldn't break free.

The whole place was silent, and all people could hear was Chen Tong's roar as he struggled to break free.

Feng Yu said softly with a smile on his face.

"However, if you want to defeat me, you are still a long way from it."

After saying that, Feng Yu transformed his right palm into a fist and swept it to the right.

With a loud bang, the seven-foot hammer in Chen Tong's hand was blasted away by Feng Yu and flew into the sky.

With a kick, Feng Yu sent out a whip kick, kicking Chen Tong directly away.

He stomped his feet on the ground and flew into the air like a dragon in the clouds. A phantom appeared in the blink of an eye and slammed Chen Tong to the ground.

Feng Yu lifted up the paralyzed Chen Tong, threw him next to Chen Jin, and clapped his hands, as if he was throwing a dog.

Since so many people think that they are soft persimmons and can be bullied at will, Feng Yu doesn't mind giving everyone a soul-shaking deterrent.

Looking at Chen Tong falling beside him, Chen Jin's body kept shaking and his calm face had already distorted.

A surge of rage erupted silently.

"Feng Yu, I want you to die."

With a clapp of his hands, Chen Jin jumped up from the VIP seat, and overwhelming sword beams attacked, all pointing directly at Feng Yu.

As the patriarch of the Chen family, Chen Jin's strength has reached the sixth level of the Lingyong Realm.

On the other side, overwhelming palm prints suddenly appeared and directly blocked Chen Jin's attack.

It was Feng Daotian who took action.

Different from Chen Jin's rage and distress, Feng Daotian was very relieved at this moment. His son was indeed a genius and never let him down.