Chu Feng’s barrier longsword pierced through Lü Jie’s dantian.
This caught everyone by surprise.
It was an unexpected strike, leaving all stunned.
Lü Jie had already admitted fault, yet Chu Feng still acted. Why?
“Chu Feng, you… you’re a man without honour,” Lü Jie gasped, sprawled on the ground, his face contorted with pain but burning with rage.
He never imagined that after his apology, Chu Feng would still strike.
This left him feeling humiliated, gripped by a powerless fury.
His life was in another’s hands, and even begging was futile.
Lü Jie, always high and mighty, had never faced such a situation.
Looking at the resentful Lü Jie, Chu Feng gave a faint smile. “I said I’d spare your life, but I never said I wouldn’t harm you. Lü Jie, you’re too arrogant. Even your apology lacks sincerity. My actions today are a lesson for your own good. You’ll thank me later.”
Chu Feng’s words, delivered with a grin, made Lü Jie grind his teeth in rage.
Even onlookers found it hard to stomach.
Was this humane? Crippling someone’s cultivation and claiming it was for their benefit—how shameless!
“Chu Feng, if you dare leave the Ancient Spirit Domain, I’ll tear you to pieces!” furious roars came from Lü Jie’s senior brothers and sisters.
Their anger matched Lü Jie’s.
As disciples of Saint Venerable Wudao, they were used to acting with impunity, always the oppressors, never the oppressed.
But hearing their roars, Chu Feng’s gaze turned icy.
He looked toward Lü Jie’s seniors. “Lü Jie is still in my hands, yet you dare threaten me. It seems you truly don’t want him to live.”
With that, Chu Feng addressed the billions watching. “Everyone, bear witness. I intended to spare Lü Jie. But his seniors insist on my death. Since I’m doomed either way, there’s no need to let Lü Jie live. His death will be on them.”
These words turned Lü Jie’s seniors pale with fear.
They hadn’t expected Chu Feng to say such a thing.
What terrified them most was that he might actually kill Lü Jie.
If word reached their master, they’d be blamed for his death—a crime they couldn’t bear.
Blood sprayed, and wails echoed.
Chu Feng pulled the sword from Lü Jie’s body, then aimed it at his neck.
He was truly about to kill him.
“Stop, stop!” Lü Jie’s seniors cried out. “Chu Feng, please stop! Let’s talk. Spare our junior brother!”
Gone was their earlier ferocity, replaced by pleas.
This scene was already shocking, but Chu Feng, unsatisfied, said, “What right do you have to stand and speak to me? Kneel, or Lü Jie dies because of you.”
The crowd was dumbfounded.
These were Saint Venerable Wudao’s disciples, their arrogance evident from their earlier threats against Master Tang Chen.
To make them kneel to Chu Feng seemed impossible.
Yet, after Chu Feng’s words, their faces twisted with fury.
But soon, they knelt, reluctantly but undeniably.
They actually knelt.
It wasn’t hard to understand.
Chu Feng had threatened them with Lü Jie’s death, pinning the blame on them.
They couldn’t bear that responsibility and had to beg.
But the scene felt theatrical.
Chu Feng had initially spared Lü Jie, showing mercy.
Yet these seniors threatened him, forcing his ruthless side to emerge.
After enraging him, they could only threaten, powerless otherwise.
In the end, Chu Feng’s threat forced them to kneel and plead.
It was entirely their own doing, a true case of self-inflicted trouble.
Their actions didn’t evoke pity but laughter.
Perhaps this was the downside of relying on a powerful backer.
With Saint Venerable Wudao behind them, they acted fearlessly, believing no one in the Sacred Light Galaxy, save a few giants, dared touch them.
They strutted arrogantly, lawlessly.
But today, they met a true fiend who taught them a harsh lesson they’d never forget.
“Fools,” Chu Feng said, looking at the kneeling, pleading seniors with disgust.
He knew their pleas were insincere, but he didn’t care.
Chu Feng dared act against Lü Jie because he knew leaving the Ancient Spirit Domain would make him a target for Saint Venerable Wudao.
Since enmity was inevitable, he saw no need for restraint.
He had been merciful enough before, but their recklessness had provoked his ruthless side.
Such fools.
Yet, Chu Feng didn’t further torment Lü Jie.
He chose to spare him, not because of their pleas.
For someone as selfish and arrogant as Lü Jie, the greatest torment was living in the shadow of a superior junior.
So, letting him live, haunted by Chu Feng’s dominance, was true punishment.
Lü Jie had thought the same but failed.
Chu Feng succeeded.
He withdrew his barrier longsword and looked toward the stone tablet, his gaze thoughtful.
By now, Chu Feng was certain a top expert guarded the Ancient Spirit Domain.
The ancient voice belonged to that expert, likely someone from ancient times.
Chu Feng’s conclusion stemmed from the voice’s guidance, which no formation could provide.
Only a living person could make such precise judgments based on the situation.
Though unsure if the voice was the domain’s true master, their strength far exceeded everyone present.
This heightened Chu Feng’s anticipation for the stone tablet’s contents and the domain’s legacy.
