“Big Brother!!!”
“Yanfeng!!!”
Seeing Zhang Yanfeng injured, Zhang Shirui and all the members of the Blood-Devouring Demon Clan present immediately rushed to his side. Beyond their concern for Zhang Yanfeng, their faces were dominated by an expression that could be summed up in four words: utter disbelief!!!
What was happening?
Could it be… Zhang Yanfeng had lost?!!
“The outcome is clear.”
As Chu Feng’s voice rang out, the ripples obscuring the view dissipated, and his figure emerged before the crowd.
Seeing Chu Feng completely unharmed, everyone realised…
In this duel, Zhang Yanfeng had truly been defeated.
“Impressive, truly impressive. I never imagined your barrier techniques could reach such a level.”
Zhang Yanfeng clapped his hands. Despite his body covered in wounds, he wore a smile, exuding composure.
In this state, he carried the air of a great general.
It was clear to everyone that, although Zhang Yanfeng’s injuries appeared severe, they didn’t actually hinder him.
But for the Blood-Devouring Demon Clan, their hearts were roiling like stormy seas, unable to calm.
Zhang Yanfeng had lost. He had actually lost. The genius they saw as their hope, the one believed capable of defeating Linghu Hongfei, had truly been defeated?
This was hard for them to accept.
“Can I take them away now?” Chu Feng asked.
“I promised you that if you could defeat me, you could take them away. And now, you’ve truly bested me. By rights, you should be able to take them.”
“But… not now,” Zhang Yanfeng said with a helpless expression, as if there were something beyond his control.
Seeing this, Chu Feng hurriedly asked, “Why not?”
“Because I’m a man who doesn’t keep his word,” Zhang Yanfeng replied.
“Damn it.” Hearing this, Chu Feng couldn’t help but curse.
He noticed that Zhang Yanfeng spoke the words “doesn’t keep his word” without the slightest trace of shame. And when he said them, the Blood-Devouring Demon Clan members showed no surprise.
Clearly, Zhang Yanfeng’s shamelessness was not a new development.
“I’ve heard since childhood that you can’t judge a person by their appearance.”
“And I, Chu Feng, have travelled far and wide, gaining some experience. I thought I had some skill in reading people.”
“But today, I misjudged. I never imagined you’d look so refined yet be so despicable.”
Chu Feng’s words were laced with sarcasm, but Zhang Yanfeng was unfazed. Instead, he smugly clasped his fists toward Chu Feng.
“If you put it that way, Brother Chu Feng, then today I, Zhang Yanfeng, have taught you a lesson. You should be thanking me.”
Looking at Zhang Yanfeng, Chu Feng also laughed. He knew arguing with such a shameless person was pointless—action was better.
“If you won’t honour your promise, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands,” Chu Feng said.
“Take matters into your own hands? On whose territory do you think you are? Don’t you know?” Zhang Shirui sneered at Chu Feng.
“Shut up, you little brat. You don’t get to speak here,” Chu Feng shot her a disdainful glance.
“You dare talk to me like that?” Zhang Shirui pursed her lips, clearly enraged by Chu Feng. She turned to Zhang Yanfeng beside her and shouted, “Brother!!!”
“Got it.” As Zhang Yanfeng spoke, his hand reached for the pendant on his chest.
After this gesture, he looked at Chu Feng. “Brother Chu Feng, you really shouldn’t speak to my sister like that. Have you forgotten? Your ability to use barrier techniques was entirely thanks to me.”
“Wasn’t it you, you useless trash, who just insulted me?” Zhang Shirui interjected.
At that moment, Zhang Shirui leapt into the air, charging at Chu Feng like an arrow released from a bow, her face brimming with ferocity.
From her expression alone, it was clear that what she intended to do to Chu Feng would be utterly ruthless.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yanfeng, Zhang Boyi, and the rest of the Blood-Devouring Demon Clan watched with the air of spectators, clearly anticipating what was to come.
**Wail—**
But the next moment, a scream rang out, and everyone’s expressions froze. The faces of the Blood-Devouring Demon Clan members filled with deep concern.
Zhang Shirui had reached Chu Feng.
But now, Chu Feng stood in place, arm raised, his hand gripping Zhang Shirui’s throat.
Zhang Shirui, who had charged forward with murderous intent, was now held aloft by Chu Feng like a helpless chick.
“How is this possible? Didn’t we seal your barrier powers?”
“No, this is martial power. Your cultivation…”
“First Rank Venerable. You’re actually a First Rank Venerable?”
Zhang Yanfeng exclaimed in shock, while others suddenly noticed that the aura Chu Feng was emitting, though subtle, was indeed martial power.
First Rank Venerable—Chu Feng was indeed a First Rank Venerable.
“You deliberately hid your cultivation. You’re truly despicable,” Zhang Yanfeng cursed angrily.
“I humbly accept the compliment,” Chu Feng replied, not only shameless but smug.
“Damn it. When it comes to shamelessness, I’m no match for you,” Zhang Yanfeng said.
“Who’s more shameless is a trivial matter, and it’s not what you should be concerned about right now.”
“What you should be concerned about is simple: do you want your sister to live, or to die?”
As Chu Feng spoke, his grip on Zhang Shirui’s neck tightened.
Her beautiful face contorted with increasing pain.
She wasn’t faking it—if this continued, Zhang Shirui would surely die.
“Damn it.” Seeing this, Zhang Yanfeng’s eyes filled with intense anger.
