Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 881

"How powerful is he?"

"This is terrifying. Is he still human?"

The venue instantly descended into chaos as countless people stared in shock at the scene before them. They looked at the ruins around them, resembling the aftermath of an earthquake, lost in thought.

Chu Feng's power was beyond their comprehension.

Wei Zhongxian furrowed his brows, his expression turning grave. He remained silent for five minutes before uttering two words, "God level!"

A martial artist who had achieved such power was an existence that had surpassed the limits of martial artists. They naturally possessed the ability to communicate with the heavens and the earth.

They could command the wind and rain and move mountains and seas at will.

"I never expected you to attain such power. You've surpassed the final obstacle and reached the Immortality Stage!" Wei Zhongxian sighed with emotion, his gaze filled with envy and admiration.

Chu Feng was probably the youngest god-level martial artist in history.

One could say that his life was like a song.

Wei Zhongxian didn't dare to make even the slightest mistake now that he faced a god-level martial artist.

"Everyone, step back. The four Grandmasters and I will fight against him!"

Wei Zhongxian's beard fluttered in the wind as he gave the order. His white robe swirled around him as he rushed toward the martial arts arena.

"Yes!"

Nearly ten thousand disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance immediately made way for him.

The four Grandmasters followed closely behind. They didn't hesitate to team up with Wei Zhongxian and launch a volley of fierce attacks against Chu Feng.

They wasted no time surrounding him from all sides. Their attacks were so brutal that it seemed as if they had caused the wind to fluctuate. It appeared that Chu Feng wouldn't be able to escape from such an onslaught.

Nevertheless, Chu Feng remained calm as he murmured to himself, "The grievances you have caused against the people will end here. I declare that the Martial Arts Alliance will disappear from this world."

His eyes narrowed as he slowly raised the Blue-Point Sword in his hand and swung it!

Swish!

Although it looked like he was casually swinging his weapon, the result of his actions was far from ordinary. It seemed as though his actions possessed the power to tear apart time and space. His counterattack fell upon them like unforgiving thunder.

Suddenly, the skies over Yenching turned dark as a violent tornado swept through the venue.