“Brother, kill him!”
Despite her agony, Zhang Shirui managed to let out a weak, furious roar.
As she spoke, Zhang Yanfeng’s gaze toward Chu Feng filled with killing intent.
“Chu Feng, you’re the son of Chu Xuanyuan. Out of respect for Senior Chu Xuanyuan, I originally had no intention of killing you.”
“But since you threaten to kill my sister, I absolutely won’t let you off!” As Zhang Yanfeng spoke, his hand reached for the pendant on his chest.
“What, don’t you want your sister to live?” Chu Feng asked.
“Hmph, you’ll find out soon enough.” A cold smirk curled Zhang Yanfeng’s lips, his face brimming with confidence, as if he had everything under control.
At the same time, a subtle change appeared in the hand gripping the pendant.
“Hm?”
But the next moment, Zhang Yanfeng’s expression shifted. He repeated the action he’d just performed.
This time, his face grew even grimmer.
“What’s going on?”
Zhang Yanfeng yanked the pendant from his chest, examining it closely. His eyes were filled with confusion, but more than that, panic.
“Brother, what are you doing?” Zhang Shirui urged.
Not only was Zhang Yanfeng panicking, but Zhang Shirui, Zhang Boyi, and all the Blood-Devouring Demon Clan members present were as well.
“It seems you planned to use the formation’s power here against me. But unfortunately…” As Chu Feng spoke, he flipped his palm, revealing a pendant in his hand.
It was identical to the one Zhang Yanfeng held.
“You… when did you…?” Zhang Yanfeng’s face was a mask of shock. In his panic, his complexion turned ashen.
He realised Chu Feng had swapped the pendant around his neck. The real pendant was in Chu Feng’s hand, and the one he held was a fake.
Because his pendant had been replaced, he could no longer control the power here.
“When else? It seems you were so eager to defeat me that you didn’t notice my movements,” Chu Feng said with a smug smile.
“Brother, how could you be so stupid?” Zhang Shirui was on the verge of tears.
Her confidence stemmed from the power here, but now… the pendant that controlled it was in Chu Feng’s hands. She felt doom looming over her.
“What’s wrong, little girl? Weren’t you going to kill me?” Chu Feng looked at Zhang Shirui with a mocking smile.
“Big Brother Chu Feng, I was just joking earlier. Don’t take it seriously. I was wrong, alright? I was wrong!” Zhang Shirui actually began to cry, her pitiful appearance enough to stir sympathy.
But Chu Feng’s eyes showed no trace of pity. Instead, a cold smile curled his lips, sending a chill through Zhang Shirui and intensifying her fear.
“Brother Chu Feng, we were really just joking.”
“Let me be honest: the person my siblings and I admire most is your father, Senior Chu Xuanyuan.”
“Your father isn’t just our idol—he’s our role model.”
“Even out of respect for Senior Chu Xuanyuan, we’d never truly harm you. It was just a joke earlier.”
“Yeah, a joke, just a joke!” Zhang Yanfeng and Zhang Boyi chimed in, their cowardly demeanour making it seem as though they were about to kneel before Chu Feng.
“I’m done wasting words with you.”
“First, tell me your purpose here.”
“Second, tell me how to activate this pendant.”
“If you dare hide even a single detail, I’ll kill your sister.” As Chu Feng spoke, his grip on Zhang Shirui’s neck tightened further.
**Moan—**
At that moment, pain once again contorted Zhang Shirui’s delicate face. This time, she couldn’t even speak.
Under Chu Feng’s pressure, she lacked even the strength to struggle, looking like someone on the brink of death.
Yet, despite seeing Zhang Shirui in such agony, Zhang Yanfeng remained silent. His gaze, however, revealed two words: inner conflict.
His heart was wrestling with an excruciating decision.
“Big Brother,” Zhang Boyi looked at Zhang Yanfeng with nervous urgency.
“Fine.”
Suddenly, Zhang Yanfeng let out a sigh, as if he’d made his choice.
“Release my sister first, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
Faced with the choice between his sister’s life and loyalty to his clan, Zhang Yanfeng chose his sister.
Chu Feng didn’t fully release Zhang Shirui, but he loosened his grip on her neck.
“Speak, and be quick. Don’t try to stall,” Chu Feng said.
“Do you know of Lord Qin Kunlun?” Zhang Yanfeng asked.
“Who’s that?” Chu Feng replied.
“How ignorant.” Zhang Yanfeng shot Chu Feng a disdainful glance before looking up at the people trapped in the cage at the top of the hall. “Who among you knows of Lord Qin Kunlun? Explain it to him.”
Sure enough, someone began to tell Chu Feng about Qin Kunlun and who he was.
Through their accounts, Chu Feng learned the truth about Qin Kunlun.
Chu Feng’s grandfather and father, Chu Hanxian and Chu Xuanyuan, had both dominated the Ancestral Martial Starfield, hailed as the greatest geniuses.
But their fame was largely confined to the Ancestral Martial Starfield. While some in the Holy Light Galaxy had heard of Chu Hanxian and Chu Xuanyuan, they were merely recognised as geniuses, their influence far from encompassing the entire Holy Light Galaxy.
However, roughly twenty thousand years ago, one name resounded throughout the Holy Light Galaxy.
That name was Qin Kunlun.
Qin Kunlun hailed from the Lingzhou Starfield in the Holy Light Galaxy.
Possessing the legendary Demon Venerable Divine Body and an unparalleled mastery of Heaven-Granted Divine Power, he swept through the Holy Light Galaxy, unmatched.
Even the rulers of the Holy Light Galaxy, the Holy Light Clan, feared Qin Kunlun.
If Chu Hanxian and Chu Xuanyuan were legends of the Ancestral Martial Starfield, Qin Kunlun was a legend of the entire Holy Light Galaxy.
But just when everyone believed Qin Kunlun would defeat the Holy Light Clan and dominate the Holy Light Galaxy, he mysteriously vanished. No one knew his whereabouts.
“Why bring him up? What’s his connection to you?” Chu Feng asked.
“The inheritance of my Blood-Devouring Demon Clan was granted by Lord Qin Kunlun,” Zhang Yanfeng said.
“What?”
At this revelation, the trapped crowd from the Great Thousand Upper Realm gasped in shock.
Clearly, this answer stunned them.
“Lord Qin Kunlun isn’t actually dead. He’s… right here in the Void Sacred Tree.”
“We came here to obtain Lord Qin Kunlun’s inheritance and restore the glory of the Blood-Devouring Demon Clan,” Zhang Yanfeng continued.
His words left not only the trapped crowd from the Great Thousand Upper Realm reeling but even Chu Feng unable to remain calm.
