At this moment, aside from the two Blood drinking Sect men wailing miserably on the ground with tears streaming down their faces—
At this moment, aside from Chu Feng standing tall and straight, his expression calm as ever with a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips—
Everyone else—Luo Lian, Zhao Shaoqiu, and even Grandpa Luo—stood with their mouths agape, faces filled with shock, unable to believe that what lay before their eyes was real.
Grandpa Luo was particularly stunned, because he had arguably witnessed the entire sequence of events most clearly.
But in truth, he hadn't actually seen Chu Feng's moves. They were simply far too fast. By the time he had processed what happened, those two men from the Hidden Blood Sect were already lying in that state.
Just thinking about the fact that those two were Martial Lord powerhouses—and then considering Chu Feng's terrifying strength—Grandpa Luo could easily infer just how high Chu Feng's cultivation had to be.
"Do you want to die, or do you want to live?" Chu Feng suddenly asked the two men.
"Live! We want to live!" The two Hidden Blood Sect men screamed the answer without a trace of hesitation. Every shred of arrogance had drained from them, replaced by sheer terror of Chu Feng.
They understood better than anyone what had just happened. They had experienced Chu Feng's power firsthand—through their own bodies.
They were now absolutely certain that Chu Feng was a ruthless and terrifying character. In front of someone like this, the only option was to comply. Refusal meant nothing but death.
"Good. Then use whatever means you have, and get every member of your Hidden Blood Sect who is hunting in the Crocodile Beast Mountains to come here—especially the woman who gouged out Xiao Ru's eyes," Chu Feng said.
"This…" The two men froze upon hearing those words. They hesitated. They weren't idiots—they could guess what Chu Feng intended to do.
But the Blood drinking Sect's rules were ironclad. If they actually went through with this, it would constitute betrayal of their sect. If word ever got out, their deaths would be far more gruesome.
However, after weighing the situation they were in, one of them—despite the searing pain—stammered out a question to Chu Feng: "As long as… as long as we do as you say, you'll let us go?"
"All I know is, if you don't do as I say, you will certainly die." Chu Feng smiled faintly, a bone-chilling glint of killing intent flashing through his eyes.
The moment they met that gaze, both men's bodies shuddered. An indescribable fear surged from the deepest reaches of their souls, spreading through every fiber of their being.
As disciples of the Blood drinking Sect, they had encountered plenty of ruthless individuals. After all, the entire Hidden Blood Sect was nothing more than a devil's den—not a single good person among them, a refuge for the wicked.
But someone like Chu Feng, who could inspire such terror with nothing more than a glance—such people were exceedingly rare, perhaps even nonexistent.
They couldn't understand why a single look from Chu Feng had terrified them so completely. But they had come to a profound realization of just how dangerous he truly was. This young man was several times more frightening than those who only put on a savage front.
They had truly provoked someone they should never have provoked. No more hesitation—they hastily pulled out their unique tokens and began sending distress signals, luring their fellow sect members to come, even if it meant betraying their sect and bringing their brothers to slaughter. Anything to save themselves.
"Whoosh!" At that moment, Zhao Shaoqiu finally snapped back to his senses. Realizing the situation was dire, he launched himself into the air without a second word, hurtling toward Jinhua City at top speed.