Chapter 1286: A Huge Disappointment

The entire hall was filled with rage, and the power of the Great Dao thundered like a storm!

An old man with white eyebrows over a foot long stepped forward first, pointing angrily with his hand.

"You brat! A mere rogue cultivator, yet you dare to be so arrogant! Since you don't know the difference between life and death and spout such nonsense, don't blame me for striking first. You can regret it in your next life!"

As he spoke, the old man gathered terrifying Dao power, mixed with swirling chaotic energy, all converging at his fingertip, shining like a star!

A fierce shout echoed through the hall.

"Heavenly Desolation Shattering Void Finger!"

A dazzling beam of light shot from his fingertip, its terrifying force cutting through the Great Dao power in the hall like a white rainbow, shocking everyone present.

Before anyone could react, a deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth!

Even the Meteor God Hall, constructed with the power of the Great Dao, seemed to tremble slightly under the force of this terrifying finger strike. The dense Great Dao power was also thrown into chaos!

The shockwave surged into the sky, splitting the clouds!

The figure behind the hall's door was enveloped in a void-like aura, as if it had turned to dust.

The terrifying scene left many elders gasping in awe.

But just a few breaths later.

Everyone's expressions suddenly froze, including the white-browed old man who had struck. His finger remained extended in mid-air, forgotten to be retracted...

In the spot where several horrified gazes were focused, the figure still stood calmly.

Unharmed!

The hall fell into an eerie silence, with pairs of cloudy eyes widening in disbelief.

How is this possible...

This brat is so powerful that even the full-force strike of the Grand Elder couldn't harm him in the slightest?

Behind the beaded curtain, a shadowy figure, whose face was obscured, also showed a flicker of surprise in its unseen eyes, seemingly taken aback by this anomaly.

The brief silence lasted only a few breaths.

Witnessing the figure standing there so calmly, all the elders suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure.

Exchanging silent glances, they began to show signs of panic.

"Everyone, this brat is a bit strange. We must not hold back any longer!"

"Let's attack together!"

Even Liu Runan, who had been observing from the sidelines, sensed something amiss. Losing his earlier composure, he clenched his fists and shouted, "Elders, we cannot afford to be careless! Forget about pride and let's use our strongest techniques!"

As soon as he spoke, all the old men stepped forward, channeling their ancient powers.

Instantly!

A multicolored wave of energy surged, and fierce shouts echoed through the hall.

"Great Desolation Cloud-Overturning Palm!"

"Heavenly Desolation Shattering Void Finger!"

"Spiritual Void Sword!"

"Mournful Fist!"

...

The torrent of colorful energy rushed toward the hall's entrance, shaking the entire building!

A deafening roar echoed through the sky, and even the floating island seemed to tremble slightly, startling the various sects who looked up in awe. The shockwaves rolled on for thousands of miles without end!

The massive hall was engulfed in chaos!

Even so, all the panting elders and the one-armed Star Envoy nervously watched the swirling energy, not daring to relax for even a moment.

When the dust and shockwaves finally settled, everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Holy crap...

That guy was still standing there, completely unharmed!

This was the combined attack of all the elders, a force capable of leveling the entire floating island's major sects! How could it not even make a dent? Was this a dream?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Both the Star Envoy and the elders stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the calm young man as if trapped in a nightmare they couldn't wake from. For a long time, no one spoke, and the hall fell into complete silence.

Looking at the group of stunned fools, Yi Feng had already anticipated this outcome and wasn't the least bit surprised.

After so many failures, he no longer held any expectations for ordinary people. The louder they boasted, the weaker they usually were. When these people started shouting earlier, he had guessed it would be a waste of time.

Sure enough, they were all just show-offs.

This time, following the clues, his main target wasn't these small fries.

Yi Feng ignored the group of stunned old men and walked toward the nine-tiered jade platform. A glimmer of light finally appeared in his eyes as he spoke calmly, offering a word of encouragement.

"Your turn."

"Make sure you take this seriously."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was jolted awake.

Their eyes turned toward the beaded curtain on the high platform, filled with unease.

The shadowy figure behind the curtain showed no movement, its face obscured by an aura of supreme power, revealing no expression. It hadn't made a sound the entire time.

Suddenly!

A completely different, icy sensation swept through the hall, startling all the old men awake!

This terrifying aura was far beyond anything they had felt before, far more frightening than their combined attack. Even the chaotic Great Dao power in the hall was instantly suppressed and brought to a standstill!

In just a moment, the entire hall was enveloped in endless darkness, devoid of any trace of the Great Dao's colors. All the elders felt their hair stand on end, their breaths caught in their throats.

This was the true power of the Star Lord, the pressure of the Heavenly Transformation stage of the Desolate Realm!

A silent force capable of making the heavens and earth lose their color!

Feeling the deathly silence and seeing the pure black aura enveloping the high platform, Yi Feng finally felt a sense of anticipation and smiled for the first time in a long while.

Now this was more like it.

As expected of the Star Lord, not making a fuss and directly taking action—this was what a true powerhouse looked like. There was definitely something to this guy!

As he silently praised the figure, the black aura spread like a curtain of night, swallowing all traces of the Great Dao power. Wherever it passed, only darkness remained, as if it sought to sever all life from the world.

Watching the black mist approach him, Yi Feng's eyes began to shine.

Finally...

He had finally encountered a true powerhouse. All his hard work was about to pay off!

He calmly closed his eyes, waiting for death to take him.

One breath.

Two breaths.

...

After what felt like an eternity, Yi Feng was starting to feel drowsy.

He didn't feel anything particularly special. In fact, he was getting a bit impatient. Wasn't death supposed to be painful? All he felt was a gentle breeze, almost soothing...

Puzzled, he opened his eyes.

Only to find that the scene before him had cleared. The black mist was gone, and the once terrifying nine-tiered platform now looked completely ordinary. The figure was still seated there, but not even a ripple of energy had reached him.

He instinctively glanced around and saw that all the old men and the one-armed guy were staring in shock.

Their mouths hung open in perfect unison, forming a row of "O"s.

Seeing this, Yi Feng suddenly had a bad feeling. Frowning, he turned back to the high platform.

"Are you... done already?"

The figure on the high platform remained silent, and the only sound in the hall was the heavy breathing of the onlookers. The atmosphere was awkward, and no one dared to make a sound.

Instantly, Yi Feng was furious!

"Damn it!"

"I waited all this time, and all you did was blow some wind to help me sleep? Are you a damn sleep therapist or something?"

Even as he cursed without restraint, the figure on the high platform remained silent.

Yi Feng's patience snapped.

What the hell...

What kind of garbage is this?!

All this hype from these old and young fools, wasting so much of my time and energy, and it turns out they're weaker than the Martial Spirit experts from Pingjiang City!

And this guy calls himself the Star Lord? All he does is put on airs!

Screw this!

Yi Feng lost all interest and immediately drew his greatsword, slashing forward!

Boom!!!

The sword strike tore through the air, and the hall collapsed!

The sacred hall, built with the power of the Great Dao, was split in two in an instant. Spatial turbulence swept through like a hurricane, sending Liu Runan, his son, and the elders tumbling, their whereabouts unknown.

In the vast expanse of space, the tiny figure vanished in an instant.

Looking at the destruction and ruin around him, Yi Feng grew angrier the more he saw. He cursed for a long time, unable to calm down. He felt utterly cheated. He never expected it would come to a "life-and-death" struggle.

Faced with such a disappointing outcome, Yi Feng had no desire to stay any longer. He sheathed his sword and left.

Below the clouds.

Witnessing the collapse of the Eternal Meteor God Hall was like experiencing an apocalyptic disaster. The various sects on the floating island looked on in awe and fear, gazing up at the figure who had caused such a stir.

Only Lin Ruowei and her uncle, who knew a bit more, were filled with shock, marveling at how Senior Yi Feng had actually managed to confront the Star Lord...

Meanwhile, deep within the starry void.

A middle-aged man opened his starry eyes, a faint smile on his face, as if he had discovered something extraordinary. A ripple of interest appeared in his otherwise indifferent gaze.

"To think that this person could withstand one percent of my power and even destroy a wisp of my aura... For a mere mortal from a lower realm to possess such an anomaly, this is quite interesting..."