Chapter 624: Are You a Martial Ancestor?

Dongfang Jue stood at the stairwell, using the emergency light's dim yellow glow, staring intently at the figure that was walking up step by step from below.

He thought he had seen wrong, but after a while of identification, he was still certain that the newcomer was Jiang Feng.

Dongfang Jue's mind seemed to have been stirred by something, turning into a mess of paste.

He considered many possibilities, wondering whether the other three great families were stabbing from behind, or even whether the Imperial Royal Family might be acting against him in secret.

He ran through all possible opponents in his mind, but he never thought of Jiang Feng.

How dare that person come?

The last time at Jia Shan Yu, Jiang Feng was pierced through his Pipa Bone with an Iron Hook, his Divine Soul torn by the Soul Melting Technique, and his Meridians bound with those Iron Chains engraved with Runes.

The whole body was hung on an iron frame like a dead dog; if that mysterious person had not suddenly appeared, Jiang Feng would have died in his hands long ago.

Even though he was rescued, the Divine Soul severely damaged by the Soul Melting Technique could not be repaired quickly; it would take at least a year or a year and a half of recovery to barely regain some mobility.

He should know the terror of the Dongfang family.

He should avoid the Dongfang family at all costs.

He should be hiding in a place no one can find, barely clinging to life.

Only a few days have passed?

How dare he come over to cause trouble?

Dongfang Jue's mind raced, his gaze locked onto Jiang Feng, scanning him from top to bottom again and again.

Dongfang Jue's complexion suddenly changed.

He keenly sensed something…

The aura on Jiang Feng was off!

It was fully saturated, even more abundant than before!

In other words, Jiang Feng's injuries had almost healed.

This is impossible!

The damage from the Soul Melting Technique is permanent; even a Martial Ancestor Strongman intervening could not fully repair it in such a short time.

It's true that Jiang Feng was rescued by that mysterious person, but no matter how strong that mysterious person is, they could not reattach the Divine Soul torn by the Soul Melting Technique within a few days.

Dongfang Jue's eyebrows knit into a shape like the character for river, yet his mouth corner slowly curled up, revealing a low, deep smile.

"Jiang Feng, I truly don't know whether to call you recklessly bold or exceptionally gifted."

His voice squeezed out of his throat, low and hoarse, bearing a deliberately suppressed sarcasm.

"Such heavy injuries, yet it seems they haven't harmed your foundation?"

Jiang Feng stopped at the stair corner, standing there, with a distance of a dozen or so steps separating him from Dongfang Jue.

He lifted his head, looking at Dongfang Jue's face flickering under the emergency light, his mouth corner slightly up, showing a faint smile.

"Yes."

"I am famously good at remembering."

He paused briefly, his gaze deepening a bit.

"Before meeting you, I had never suffered such a loss. So, just now, as soon as I recovered, I came to take revenge."

The smile on Dongfang Jue's face faded.

"Dare to repeatedly provoke our Dongfang family…"

He spoke each word with a pause, his voice chilling as if to freeze the air.

"Jiang Feng, do you truly think our Dongfang family has no way to deal with you?"

He took a step forward, his foot striking the ground with a heavy thud.

The power of the Formation Technique surged within him, and the white luminescence spread from the ground beneath his feet, crawling like a spiderweb across the entire stairwell.

His aura rose, surging from Half-step Martial Ancestor upward, breaking through one barrier after another, finally stabilizing at a level he himself found satisfactory.

"Since today you have sought your own death!"

His voice grew even colder.

"Then I, His Seat, will take your life!"

The moment his words fell, Dongfang Jue moved.

His figure turned into a white streak of light, diving from the top of the stairs, so fast that a series of afterimages lingered in the air.

With the Formation Technique's blessing, his power had in a short time crossed the Martial Ancestor threshold; each punch and palm carried pressure enough to tear a Golden Body.

He intended to end the battle at the fastest speed, taking Jiang Feng down before he could react!

Jiang Feng stood still, unmoving.

He watched the white streak of light charge toward him, watching Dongfang Jue's face become ferocious in the glow, his expression as calm as a dead pool.

He stood there, hands behind his back, not even assuming a defensive stance.

Dongfang Jue saw this scene, and the cold smile in his heart deepened.

Sure enough, it was still that ignorant fool who thought having that mysterious person backing him allowed him to run amok.

Today he will make Jiang Feng know what "there is a heaven beyond heaven" means.

His fist was already raised, a punch infused with Formation Technique power, capable of punching through the protective aura of a Half-step Martial Ancestor.

When his fist was less than three feet from Jiang Feng's chest, Jiang Feng lifted his hand.

A terrifying Law Power instantly surged out.

That was not the power a Half-step Martial Ancestor should possess, nor even that of an ordinary Martial Ancestor.

The Law Power, at the moment he raised his hand, poured out from the void like a flood, bearing an irresistible pressure that seemed to make even heaven and earth tremble.

Time Law, Space Law, Fire Law, Water Law.

The Three Thousand Law intertwined and flowed in his palm, forming an invisible wall that spanned between him and Dongfang Jue.

Dongfang Jue's Fist struck that Wall of Law, as if it had struck a Mountain.

His figure halted abruptly, shifting from extreme motion to extreme stillness, the speed so great that his body emitted a creaking sound.

His Fist stopped at a place only three chi away from Jiang Feng, unable to advance even a single cun.

The white light surged from his Fist, trying to break through the Wall of Law, but upon touching Law Power it shattered, like water splashing on a red‑hot iron plate, instantly vaporizing.

Dongfang Jue's eyes bulged round.

His Pupils contracted violently, his Mouth slightly opened, and a dry, stuck‑in‑something sound came from his throat.

He looked at Jiang Feng, at the young man Standing at the stair corner with his hands behind his back, at those eyes as calm as a windless lake surface, and only one thought kept echoing in his Brain.

This is impossible.

This is absolutely impossible.

That level of Law Power, that oppressive pressure that prevented even a rebellious thought from rising, is a force that only a true Martial Ancestor Strongman can possess.

Jiang Feng is a Martial Ancestor?

That Half-step Martial Ancestor who, just a few days ago, was still hanging in the Underground Death Dungeon of Jia Shan Yu, that broken man whose Divine Soul was torn apart by the Soul Melting Technique, that guy who almost died at his hands.

Now a Martial Ancestor?

Dongfang Jue's lips trembled, his body shivered, the power brought by those Formation Techniques raged uncontrollably within him, but at this moment he could no longer keep it in check.

His Brain was a void; all Confidence, all contempt, all calculations collapsed at this moment, leaving only a fear that made even his Breath difficult.

He looked at Jiang Feng, at those eyes that shone terrifyingly in the darkness, and forced a sentence out of his throat.

"You…"

Dongfang Jue's throat moved, his voice hoarse and dry.

"You've already… broken through to Martial Ancestor?"

Jiang Feng stood at the stair corner, separated by an invisible Wall of Law, looking at Dongfang Jue's face twisted by Shock, and smiled faintly.

"Otherwise, what do you think I have to rely on to come find you?"