Chapter 519: Lan Feng's Strength!

The crowd seemed to notice the Four Titans' non-interference stance and couldn't help but start blaming Ye Yuan.

"Nonsense! The only passage between the two realms is guarded by the Windstorm Realm. With your strength, you could escape from the Windstorm Realm?"

"Young man, don't show off just because you have some strength. Some boasts are not easy to make; they can easily burst!"

"So you've been to the Windstorm Realm. I wonder if you brought back any specialties from there? Hahaha..."

The crowd burst into laughter, all mocking Ye Yuan for his poorly crafted boast.

They were already displeased seeing Ye Yuan sitting in that position. Now that they had caught him in a 'slip,' they naturally wouldn't let it go.

At this moment, Wu Rong, the sect master of Xuan Yang Sect sitting opposite Ye Yuan, laughed and said, "Little brother, this occasion is no place for jokes. You say you've been to the Windstorm Realm; you should at least prove it, right? With empty words, I could also say I've been to the Windstorm Realm. Would you believe me?"

The Xuan Yang Sect was a major sect second only to the Three Sects, and Wu Rong's strength was extremely formidable.

If Ye Yuan weren't here today, Wu Rong would likely be sitting in his seat.

Those who had previously found fault with Ye Yuan were actually affiliated forces of the Xuan Yang Sect.

In the Northern Domain, sects stood in great numbers, and forces often had their own affiliations.

To escape the fate of being affiliated, a sect needed at least one late-stage Divine Travel realm powerhouse as its backbone.

And this Wu Rong was a Ninth Layer Divine Travel realm powerhouse, only a hair's breadth away from the Great Perfection Divine Travel realm of the Three Sects' patriarchs.

But that hair's breadth was a chasm of difference.

In a small world like the Boundless Realm, every step after reaching the Divine Travel realm was extremely difficult. From the Ninth Layer to the Great Perfection of the Divine Travel realm might seem like a small difference, but this step was incredibly hard to take.

This was the limitation of the world's laws; mortals could not transcend it.

And from the Great Perfection of the Divine Travel realm to shattering the void and achieving boundlessness, this step was even harder than ascending to heaven.

Thus, although there were many Divine Travel realm powerhouses in the Boundless Realm, very few could truly ascend to the Divine Domain.

Even for powerhouses at the level of the Three Sects' patriarchs, taking this step was extremely difficult.

Wu Rong dared not say much to the Three Sects' patriarchs or Ren Xingchun, but that didn't mean he dared not make things difficult for Ye Yuan.

Just a junior; surely the Three Sects wouldn't really dare to make a move against him?

Moreover, this junior was simply talking nonsense.

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "You laugh at me for speaking recklessly, but I laugh at you for being naive and ignorant! If they had no confidence, how would the Windstorm Realm dare to make such a move? You want proof, right? I'll show you!"

Lan Feng's figure abruptly appeared beside Ye Yuan, and the crowd's expressions changed.

"A spatial spirit artifact!"

Even Wu Rong's gaze turned fervent when he saw Ye Yuan's move.

However, his fervor quickly subsided.

Since Ye Yuan dared to blatantly reveal it, he naturally wasn't afraid of them snatching it.

It was even possible that this spatial spirit artifact was given by one of the four big shots above.

"This person is a slave I took in the Windstorm Realm. All of you are Divine Travel realm powerhouses; just probe his divine soul and you'll know," Ye Yuan said calmly.

Those people probed Lan Feng's divine soul and found it indeed slightly different from that of Boundless Realm martial artists, and they couldn't help but be astonished.

Although these people knew that the Windstorm Realm had occupied the Southern Domain, they had never seen a martial artist from the Windstorm Realm.

Seeing Lan Feng now, they couldn't help but curiously size him up.

"So this is a Windstorm Realm martial artist? Looks very ordinary!"

"Exactly, just a mere Fourth Layer Sea of Transformation; what does that prove?"

"Heh, look at his attire—it's downright rustic. If all Windstorm Realm martial artists are like this, then isn't our Boundless Realm sure to win?"

Another burst of laughter.

Ye Yuan did not laugh; he only said calmly, "All of you are sect leaders, so naturally you look down on a mere Fourth Layer Sea of Transformation. But... I brought Lan Feng out to let you witness the strength of Windstorm Realm martial artists!"

Ye Yuan swept his gaze over these Divine Travel realm powerhouses and asked, "I wonder if any senior's disciple is also at the Fourth Layer Sea of Transformation and can come up and spar with Lan Feng?"

Ye Yuan's momentum was imposing, his provocation obvious.

Fourth Layer Sea of Transformation against Fourth Layer Sea of Transformation; no one could find fault with that.

Seeing this, Wu Rong gave a wink to a subordinate force's mid-stage Divine Travel realm leader.

That person understood and said, "Fei'er, go up and play with him. Remember, go easy."

A young man behind him stepped forward, said arrogantly, "Yes, Grandmaster."

With that, the young man leaped and landed in front of Lan Feng.

This young man was named Song Fei, also at the Fourth Layer Sea of Transformation, and his strength was among the best in his sect.

Being brought along by the patriarch this time showed his status.

Lan Feng was still dressed in his Windstorm Realm attire, which was quite different from the Boundless Realm.

And as those people said, it was downright rustic, looking like he came from an unorthodox background—how could he compare to elite disciples like Song Fei from such sects?

"Heh, I want to see if Windstorm Realm martial artists are really as formidable as he says!" Song Fei sneered.

Lan Feng's face was wooden, completely unfazed by Song Fei's provocation, and he said calmly, "Try and you'll know!"

With that, Lan Feng's figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

Song Fei's expression changed; he hadn't expected Lan Feng's speed to be so fast. He wanted to strike but it was too late, and he could only passively defend in haste.

"Boom!"

Song Fei was sent flying over ten zhang by Lan Feng's punch.

No superfluous words, no complacency.

Lan Feng pressed his advantage, raining punches on Song Fei like a storm.

A Sea of Transformation realm duel was insignificant in the eyes of these big shots, but at this moment, their brows were tightly furrowed.

Although Lan Feng had the advantage of surprise, his skill was undeniable.

His speed was astonishing, his fist techniques extremely fierce and bizarre—he was definitely a battle-hardened veteran!

The two exchanged over a hundred moves in the blink of an eye, and the more these big shots watched, the more shocked they became, including the four above.

Ning Yixian and the others were also seeing Lan Feng for the first time; they hadn't expected that a slave subdued by Ye Yuan could possess such combat power.

These people had keen eyes; from the duel, they could see that Lan Feng's comprehension of artistic conception was inferior to Song Fei's, but his combat experience was extremely rich, and his application of artistic conception was ingrained in his bones.

After a hundred moves, Lan Feng firmly held the upper hand thanks to his initial advantage.

Lan Feng's combat experience was extremely rich; he gave Song Fei no chance at all. Compared to Lan Feng, Song Fei was like a fledgling, still lacking in his grasp of battle.

"Bang!"

After another hundred moves, Lan Feng finally caught Song Fei in an opening and sent him flying with a punch.