Peerless Martial Soul Chapter 6037: so smart?

She was eager to revel in the sight of her finished masterpiece.

However, the very next second, a sight materialized that left her paralyzed with shock and disbelief.

Han Qingjing let out a terrified shriek: "What on earth is this?"

Her three massive swords had sliced through Chen Feng’s form with effortless ease, only to go crashing into the forbidden woods beyond.

The thick forest was pulverized into splinters.

Indeed, the strike had neither shredded Chen Feng’s flesh nor ended his life instantly.

Instead, the blades had simply phased right through his physical frame.

Simultaneously, the star beast that had been stalking Chen Feng’s shadow and trying to invade his body came to a sudden, confused halt.

It appeared to struggle with comprehending the current situation.

At that precise moment, Chen Feng’s physical body had vanished entirely.

In its stead stood a colossal dark silhouette, towering nearly ten meters in height.

No, calling it a dark shadow wasn't quite right.

It was as if he no longer occupied this realm, existing instead as a different kind of entity—a mere projection cast into this world.

It was incredibly eerie!

Because he was now a projection, Han Qingjing’s assault proved utterly useless. Her attacks simply passed through the phantom image.

Even the star beast’s attempt to infiltrate him seemed to be completely stalled by this transformation.

Chen Feng felt a surge of relief: "It works. This projection is effective after all."

Reflecting on it, the result made sense. Since the projection did not belong to this reality, Han Qingjing’s strikes could not touch it.

Furthermore, the star beast seemed specialized in prey made of flesh and blood; it was powerless against a projection.

However, as Chen Feng maintained this state, he realized his internal power was hemorrhaging at an alarming rate.

The size of the projection began to contract, and he felt a wave of intense malice radiating from the world itself.

A sudden chill gripped Chen Feng’s heart.

"This projection is far more mysterious than I first thought. This world does not tolerate its presence and is actively rejecting it!"

"I have to finish this fight immediately!"

Chen Feng glanced down at his shadow.

Now that his body had shifted into a projection, his connection to his own shadow had been severed. After all, a mere projection casts no shadow.

The only reason a shadow remained was because the star beast was still lurking within it.

Chen Feng didn't attack it right away, as he wasn't yet sure how to handle the damned creature.

In the next heartbeat, while Ye Changgeng and Han Qingjing stood frozen in shock, Chen Feng closed the distance instantly.

Ye Changgeng scrambled backward in a panic.

With a low snarl, Han Qingjing’s right hand blurred as she formed a magic seal.

The three long swords whistled through the air once more, returning to strike Chen Feng down.

But it was futile!

The blades once again passed through Chen Feng’s projection without inflicting a single scratch.

Chen Feng’s gaze flickered. A moment later, Han Qingjing let out a blood-curdling scream as she was sent reeling backward.

A brilliant yellow light had flared across her skin, absorbing the brunt of the impact for her.

Despite that protection, the residual force was enough to shatter both her arms and displace her internal organs. She spat out a mouthful of blood, her complexion turning deathly pale.

She was gravely wounded!

She stared at Chen Feng, her eyes filled with terror.

"I couldn't even react before this freak attacked me."

"And the power... it was so immense it pulverized the defensive artifact Master gave me, and it still couldn't stop all the force!"

Chen Feng didn't dwell on the fact that he hadn't killed Han Qingjing in one hit. His projection swept toward Ye Changgeng next.

Ye Changgeng’s right arm fell to the ground as blood sprayed outward. It took a moment for the sensation of agonizing pain to finally register on his face.

The sealing stone he had been holding was now firmly in Chen Feng’s grasp.

Chen Feng retreated to his shadow instantly, crushing the sealing stone in his hand.

Sensing the shift in the tide, the star beast tried to flee from Chen Feng’s shadow, the darkness squirming beneath him.

But Chen Feng was too fast; the creature was too late.

As the sealing stone shattered, a torrent of blue light poured out, instantly enveloping Chen Feng’s shadow.

The moment the blue light touched the shadow, the darkness solidified into a physical form. The entire mass turned a pale blue-white, freezing in place like an ice sculpture, completely immobilized.

Chen Feng could clearly sense a wave of concentrated resentment and murderous intent trapped within the seal.

Clearly, these were the emotions of the star beast.

Chen Feng let out a soft exhale: "Finally, I've dealt with this thing."

He turned his gaze back toward Ye Changgeng and Han Qingjing, intending to finish them off and make a swift exit.

Just as he prepared to strike, a weathered, ancient voice echoed: "Young friend, for the sake of this old man, why not stay your hand?"

Chen Feng acted as if he hadn't heard a word. His momentum didn't falter as his projection lunged toward the pair.

A strange, chilling voice vibrated from the projection: "Give you face? And just who are you?"

The moment he passed through them, they would be obliterated.

The owner of the old voice seemed taken aback.

He hadn't expected Chen Feng to completely disregard his presence.

Yet, he didn't grow angry, merely chuckling: "Young man! You certainly have a fiery temperament!"

"Halt!"

As the word was spoken, Chen Feng felt his body seize up, unable to move a muscle.

A sense of profound dread filled his heart.

'Who is this old man? How can he restrain even my projection with nothing but a single word?'

Looking closer, he realized he wasn't actually bound by any physical force.

He seemed to be encased within a cubic space roughly a hundred meters in dimension. This specific pocket of space had been severed from the surrounding world, creating a profound rift.

Whenever he tried to charge forward, he hit the edge of this spatial fracture.

This rift was so absolute it could even contain his projection!

'This person’s power is leagues beyond mine!'

At that moment, the speaker revealed himself—an old man with a snowy white beard and hair.

Dressed in a white Taoist robe, he possessed a transcendent, immortal air. A purple-gold crown sat upon his head, fastened with a green jade pin, making him look like a true celestial being.

He stood amidst the clouds, looking down at Chen Feng with a faint smile.

Ye Changgeng and Han Qingjing were overcome with joy. They dropped to their knees, bowing deeply: "We greet the Master!"

The man they addressed as Master slowly drifted down until he stood before them.

He looked at their battered and bloody states with a calm, indifferent expression. With a casual flick of his wrist, a shimmering blue light washed over the two disciples.

Ye Changgeng’s severed arm knitted itself back together, regrowing instantly.

Han Qingjing’s shattered body was mended in a heartbeat; her color returned, and she looked as though she had never been touched.

Chen Feng’s pupils contracted.

'I know better than anyone how devastating the damage from my projection is. It carries a unique power that is nearly impossible to heal.'

'Yet this old man restored them both with a mere wave of his hand. His strength is terrifying! Even in this projection state, I am no match for him. There is no point in trying to force a fight right now!'