“A life-and-death contract!!!”
“It’s actually a life-and-death contract! What is Chu Feng trying to do?”
“Is he so confident he can defeat Linghu Hongfei? To stake his life on it?”
“No, he must have heard Tianji Venerable’s prophecy, knowing that coming today might mean his death, so… he’s making a desperate gamble.”
“Since death is inevitable, he might as well fight with everything he’s got. Maybe he can take someone down with him before he goes. It seems he came with the resolve to die.”
“But if that’s true, it’s heading exactly toward Tianji Venerable’s prophecy. This isn’t a simple spar—it’s a fight to the death.”
“With Linghu Hongfei’s current personality, if he doesn’t sign the contract, he might hold back. But if he signs it, Chu Feng’s life is surely forfeit.”
At that moment, countless figures in the sky and on the ground shared the same expression.
They couldn’t comprehend Chu Feng’s actions.
“You want a life-and-death contract? What, tired of living and eager for me to send you off?” Linghu Hongfei asked.
“If I lose, you can kill me. But rest assured, if you lose, I won’t take your pathetic life,” Chu Feng replied.
“What? Signing a life-and-death contract but not wanting the other’s life? What does that mean?”
Chu Feng’s words puzzled the crowd.
“Chu Feng, are you humiliating me?” Linghu Hongfei asked.
“No, I don’t need your life. I just want your eyes.”
As Chu Feng spoke, he pointed at Linghu Hongfei’s eyes.
His words brought sudden clarity to the onlookers.
Especially Chu Lingxi, whose beautiful eyes glinted with a unique emotion.
Chu Feng’s intent was clear—he was seeking revenge for Chu Lingxi.
“So that’s it. Revenge, huh? Nice idea, but sadly, your strength can’t back it up,” Linghu Hongfei sneered, shaking his head.
“Do you know my strength?” Chu Feng asked.
His words weren’t just spoken with a smile; his entire being radiated an aura.
Confidence—an overwhelmingly powerful confidence!!!
This Chu Feng made Linghu Hongfei’s gaze flicker, but soon, intense displeasure surged in his eyes.
“Looks like you’re set on seeking death today.”
“If I sign this contract, your life is mine.”
“I’ll give you one last chance to back out,” Linghu Hongfei said.
“I’ve already signed my name. It’s your turn,” Chu Feng replied.
“Hmph.”
Linghu Hongfei snorted coldly, then pointed to the sky.
Swish swish swish—
With his finger as a brush and sleeve as ink, Linghu Hongfei’s name appeared on the contract.
Whoosh—
After Linghu Hongfei signed, Chu Feng did something shocking.
Instead of keeping the contract, he tossed it to someone in the crowd.
That person was Tianji Venerable.
This move baffled everyone.
As far as they knew, Chu Feng had no connection with Tianji Venerable.
“Please, Senior, bear witness,” Chu Feng said, clasping his fists respectfully.
Now, the crowd understood his intent.
This wasn’t just about witnessing.
Despite Chu Feng’s courtesy, many felt he was provoking.
Chu Feng refused to accept fate, questioning Tianji Venerable’s prophecy.
This witness was to show Tianji Venerable that Chu Feng didn’t believe his prediction.
Since Tianji Venerable foresaw Chu Feng’s death, Chu Feng signed the contract to prove to everyone whether he would truly die.
“This Chu Feng has some serious guts.”
“This kid’s got something special.”
Seeing Chu Feng’s demeanor, some even began to wonder if he could break the prophecy.
His presence was simply too commanding.
Facing Linghu Hongfei, the Linghu Heavenly Clan, and the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s most powerful force, Chu Feng showed no fear. His aura suggested this was his stage, as if he were the destined victor.
“Young friend Chu Feng, do you think my prophecy is deceiving the world?”
“It’s not. My prophecy was genuinely divined, deceiving no one.”
“Young friend Chu Feng, you shouldn’t have come today.”
“You especially shouldn’t have forced Linghu Hongfei to sign this contract.”
“Your fate was seen by me days ago,” Tianji Venerable said to Chu Feng.
His words sparked heated discussions, and the crowd’s opinions wavered again.
Tianji Venerable’s prophecies were never wrong.
Despite Chu Feng’s strong presence, his fate seemed sealed.
Knowing Chu Feng’s struggle would end in death, the crowd suddenly found the duel less intriguing.
A story with a known ending loses its appeal.
“Senior, is there any issue with this contract?” Chu Feng asked, ignoring Tianji Venerable’s words.
Tianji Venerable’s brows furrowed slightly.
In the Ancestral Martial Starfield, he held a unique status, not tied to strength but to his ability to foresee the future.
This earned him respect from all, not just for him but for his prophecies.
Yet, he felt no such respect from Chu Feng.
Still, as an elder, he couldn’t nitpick over this, especially since Chu Feng’s manners were impeccable.
He replied, “No issues.”
“If there’s no issue, may I trouble Senior to bear witness?” Chu Feng asked again.
“Very well.”
Though irked by Chu Feng’s skepticism, Tianji Venerable couldn’t show it. He took the contract.
But his servant noticed his trembling hands, a sign of his anger.
