If Fengcheng Mo had said Chen Fan was a Martial Dao Grandmaster, the shock to the Feng family members might not have been as great.
Between a Martial Dao Grandmaster and a peak Huajin realm, there was a chasm.
Throughout the entire martial arts world, while peak Huajin realm martial artists were not numerous, they were certainly not rare.
But Martial Dao Grandmasters were different, existing as rare as phoenix feathers, possessing the power to establish sects and could be considered overlords in their own right.
It was just that times had changed; had it been in ancient times, a Martial Dao Grandmaster would have been the foundation of a nation, a force that dictated the rise and fall of dynasties.
Despite their rarity, there were still more than a dozen Martial Dao Grandmasters in the martial arts world.
For instance, the thousand-year-old royal family, the Feng family, had two, one of whom was Fengcheng Mo himself.
Compared to the power and rarity of Martial Dao Grandmasters, the fact that Chen Fan had, through some means, broken through to the Martial Dao Grandmaster realm, shocked the Feng family members even more.
Because in their common understanding of martial arts, they had never heard of anyone forcefully crossing the threshold of a Grandmaster through sheer fighting spirit!
Even the thousand-year royal family had no such method.
Even some secret arts and techniques that could enhance the strength of peak Huajin realm martial artists could not bridge that chasm!
But today, they had witnessed someone accomplish this feat.
And it was personally acknowledged by a Martial Dao Grandmaster of the revered Feng family.
Chen Fan appeared so young, yet he had already reached the peak Huajin realm and could break through to Martial Dao Grandmaster using fighting spirit.
Such talent was monstrous, undeniably terrifying!
Let alone the younger generation of the Feng family, even the entire Feng family could only hope to defeat him with their two Martial Dao Grandmasters!
At less than thirty years of age, to contend with a Martial Dao Grandmaster!
Many Feng family members who thought further ahead, after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, felt a surge of anxiety in their hearts.
Chen Fan was no friend of the Feng family; on the contrary, he had a deep entanglement of grievances with them, essentially an enemy!
Even if Fengcheng Mo could suppress him now, what about three years later?
What about ten or twenty years later?
Thinking of this, many farsighted Feng family members felt a killing intent rise within them, vowing to eliminate Chen Fan on the spot tonight.
Such a monstrous genius, if he were a friend, it would be fine. As an enemy, to watch him rise unchecked would only lead to the destruction of their family!
For over a thousand years, the Feng family had managed to survive due to its inherited family precepts and philosophy.
While the younger generation might not deeply grasp these precepts, the elders held them in high regard!
As their thoughts swirled, Fengcheng Mo made his move once more.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
As the vital energy within his body stirred, it emitted a whistling sound, like echoes from an ancient, boundless wilderness.
These were the cries of phoenixes!
With each cry, Fengcheng Mo's aura grew stronger, the surging vital energy seemed to come alive, flowing around him incessantly.
The oppressive force became extreme.
This time, even the elders outside the ancestral hall could not withstand it, and they retreated, scattering far away like the younger members of the Feng family.
Only a select few could barely hold on, enduring the terrifying and awe-inspiring pressure of the aura.
Fengcheng Mo continued to advance, step by step, towards Chen Fan.
The phoenix cries grew more rapid, the circulation of vital energy accelerated, and Fengcheng Mo himself was enveloped as if in a tornado.
When he was only a few steps away from Chen Fan, he leaped forward like a cannonball.
With a "whoosh" of a phoenix cry, his vital energy surged outwards, transforming into a pair of phoenix wings, slashing towards Chen Fan.
These two wing-like streams of vital energy could cut through anything, tearing apart all in their path.
Puff puff!
Several nearby lamps shattered under the impact of the vital energy, plunging the surroundings into dimness.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted slightly, but instead of retreating, he advanced, his body seemingly swelling.
Boundless fighting spirit surged into the night sky.
Even if facing a million enemies, he would advance fearlessly!
Fight, fight, fight!
Fierce energy billowed, like ten thousand soldiers roaring, countless heroic spirits charging forward, only for the sake of the inch of homeland beneath their feet!
When the fighting spirit reached its peak, it caused the heavens and earth to change color, and ghosts and gods to weep!
Fierce energy like dragons, guarding the land!
Boom!
The phoenix wings shattered, the dragon's shadow vanished, yet it still retained its residual power.
The dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow!
There is only the fight to the death!
Rumble, everything shattered, and a figure was sent flying backward, soaring over ten meters before landing on the steps of the ancestral hall.
Puff, this person spat out a mouthful of blood!
Chen Fan stood firm, his body swaying slightly, a trickle of blood also seeping from the corner of his mouth, his clothes tattered in many places, leaving him in rags.
The two faced each other across the space.
One was shocked and disbelieving, the other's fighting spirit still raged!
On the frontiers of the nation, even if they died and their names were forgotten, they would not regret it.
The shattered vital energy blew past, dislodging many broken roof tiles.
The ground outside the Feng family's ancestral hall was in disarray, as if swept by a fierce gale.
The few elders who remained under the eaves of the ancestral hall gasped for air, like fish drowning.
Both remained silent.
All the Feng family members, including the Feng family's county princess, had their mouths agape, unable to believe their eyes.
They saw their idol, their thirteenth uncle, whom they believed to be almost invincible—defeated!
The Feng family's Martial Dao Grandmaster, defeated by a secular martial artist at the peak Huajin realm?
Silence fell over the entire scene.
Chen Fan looked at Fengcheng Mo and slowly said, "One more move!"
Fengcheng Mo remained silent, and after a long while, he said with a wry smile, "There's no need!"
After the second move, he knew he could not kill Chen Fan.
To be precise, he might even be killed by Chen Fan!
That boundless fighting spirit, honed by commanding an army, had become this young man's greatest asset, making him invincible!
For this reason, the chasm between the Martial Dao Grandmaster and Huajin realms was like a smooth path for this man!
This young man was terrifying to an extreme!
Unless the family head, who was not present, also arrived, and the Feng family's two Martial Dao Grandmasters joined forces, there might be a possibility of killing him!
But even in such a scenario, the price paid by the thousand-year-old Feng family would be unimaginably heavy!
Not to mention anything else, how many of these Feng family members and youths would survive?
In a life-and-death struggle, could one expect the opponent to show mercy?
"Where is Su Yingxue?"
Chen Fan exhaled a long breath, dispelling the invincible fighting spirit of a god of war, and asked with a cold voice.
Fengcheng Mo waved his hand, turned around, and surveyed the surroundings, saying, "Everyone disperse, and do not remain here. From this day forward, no one shall be disrespectful to Chen Tianjiao, nor shall anyone make a move without permission. Those who violate this will be expelled from the Feng family!"
Upon hearing Fengcheng Mo's words, the expressions of many Feng family members were deeply shaken.
"Please enter the ancestral hall!"
Then, Fengcheng Mo made an inviting gesture towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan nodded and stepped into the ancestral hall.
Fengcheng Mo followed, crossing the threshold.
A few elders who had remained under the eaves followed them in, closing the large door, clearly refusing further intrusion.
Inside the ancestral hall, Chen Fan's gaze swept across and he saw a memorial tablet.
The memorial tablet of Feng Qianyuan of the Feng family.
Located in a corner by the door, it indicated his lowest generation among the many tablets.
"Please come over here for tea!"
Fengcheng Mo said.
Chen Fan picked up a stick of incense, lit it with the candlelight, and said, "Let me offer a stick of incense first!"
After lighting the incense, Chen Fan sighed, "Feng Qianyuan, although you did not die by my hand, you ultimately died because of me. I still feel remorse!"
"I will hunt down the mastermind behind the events three years ago and settle this grievance, both to account for my fallen brothers and friends, and to give you an end!"
After bowing three times, Chen Fan placed the incense into the censer below the memorial tablet.
Fengcheng Mo and the Feng family elders watched in silence, their expressions becoming very complex!