"Arrogant brat, how dare you mock this Lord's weapon? Today I'll show you the true power of my weapon."
Seeing his prized weapon insulted, the sect master of the Hidden Blood Cult flew into a rage. He shook the crescent-shaped blade in his hand, and a wave of King-level martial force surged forth, transforming into thousands of blood-red streaks of light. Accompanied by the wailing of wolves and the shrieking of ghosts, it bore down on Chu Feng.
This was a martial art — not only of a high rank and infused with sinister power, but also perfectly fused with his half-finished King weapon, unleashing tremendous might.
But even so, Chu Feng showed no fear. Just as the terrifying onslaught arrived with its howling and wailing, Chu Feng's palm suddenly flipped, and a jet-black greatsword appeared in his hand.
*Boom~~~~~~~*
*Howl~~~~~~~*
The moment the jet-black greatsword emerged, the winds rose and the clouds churned. Heaven and earth trembled. The horrifying attack unleashed by the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master was instantly blown to nothingness. And this greatsword, of course, was the king among King weapons — the Demon Sealing Sword.
With the Demon Sealing Sword drawn, Chu Feng's entire presence underwent a complete transformation. He was like an unstoppable war god, and the Demon Sealing Sword in his hand was like a devouring flood dragon. Riding an indomitable force, it pierced straight toward the chest of the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master.
"Damn it."
In that moment, the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master wanted to desperately defend himself, but when he swung the half-finished King weapon in his hand, he was horrified to discover that it was not only shaking violently but had grown somewhat out of control — it had lost all ability to resist.
*Pfft!* Before the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master could recover from his hesitation, the Demon Sealing Sword in Chu Feng's hand had already pierced through his chest.
"Urgh!" As the greatsword impaled him through the chest, the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master let out a miserable scream. He was now nailed to the altar like a spike, unable to move an inch.
"Who — who are you?!" The Hidden Blood Cult's sect master was thoroughly panicked. The moment Chu Feng drew the Demon Sealing Sword, he had realized that Chu Feng's background was far from ordinary.
He could feel that the Demon Sealing Sword Chu Feng wielded was a genuine King weapon, and its might seemed far more formidable than any King weapon he had ever encountered before. At the very least, the oppressive force it exerted on his half-finished King weapon was beyond what any ordinary King weapon could muster.
This confirmed to him just how powerful Chu Feng's backing must be. Otherwise, how could someone of this cultivation and this age possibly possess such a precious weapon?
"Elder Luo, how would you like to torment this scum?" Chu Feng paid no attention to the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Grandpa Luo.
"Well..." Despite Grandpa Luo's deep hatred for the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master, when it came to how exactly to torture him, he hesitated.
"It's fine. Torture is torture either way — let this junior help you." Chu Feng smiled faintly, and without waiting for Grandpa Luo's answer, he let the Demon Sealing Sword continue pinning the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master in place while both his hands shot out like a pair of great pincers, beginning to squeeze and crush the man's body.
"Ahh~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Chu Feng's hands were incredibly powerful. Wherever he pinched, crisp cracking sounds rang out in quick succession — *crack, crack, crack*. The flesh was mangled, bones shattered. In the blink of an eye, Chu Feng's palms had swept across the entire body of the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master, reducing him to a blood-soaked cripple with every bone ground to dust.
After inflicting the agony of shattered bones, Chu Feng did not stop. He clenched one hand into a blade shape, condensing it into the form of a dagger. Once formed, he began plunging it madly into the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master's body. Using the dagger's razor tip, he pried open the man's meridians one by one and pierced through his internal organs.
"Ahhhh~~~, stop, stop! Stop torturing me! The treasure chest you want is in my Universe Bag — just take it back! It was just a useless piece of junk that can't even be opened anyway! I don't want it anymore, okay?!"
"Spare my life, Brother Luo! I was wrong! Spare my life!"
Unable to endure Chu Feng's torture any longer, the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master began to beg for mercy. When begging Chu Feng proved futile, he turned his pleading gaze toward Grandpa Luo.
Watching Chu Feng torture the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master like this, even Grandpa Luo — a man who had weathered countless storms — was furrowing his brow, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He was getting on in years and found it difficult to stomach such excessively cruel methods. So he spoke up:
"Chu Feng, enough. Let's pull out that treasure chest first and see if what he's saying is true. After all, his life is far less precious than my chest."
With Grandpa Luo speaking, Chu Feng naturally stopped. He reached for the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master's Universe Bag and examined it. Before long, he found something remarkable inside.
When he pulled the object out, even Chu Feng's eyes lit up — because it really was a treasure chest.
The chest was made of wood, its color a dark purplish-black, and it looked quite old and worn. But anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that this was a treasure chest.
The chest was ancient, the rune patterns carved into it extraordinarily profound. Most importantly, when held in one's hands, one could feel an incredibly dense stream of energy flowing within the box — a sign that something extraordinary lay inside.
"Wow, it really is a treasure chest! Chu Feng, open it quick! Let's see what's inside!" Even Her Majesty the Queen was exclaiming in amazement, unable to resist inching closer.
"Ha ha, open this chest? Keep dreaming! I spent years researching this chest after I got it, and I couldn't open it at all." The Hidden Blood Cult's sect master sneered.
"Heh..." But in response to the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master's words, Chu Feng merely let out a contemptuous laugh. He didn't act immediately. Instead, his eyes flashed as he first activated his Heavenly Eye, carefully observing the patterns on the chest.
Then he released a vast golden barrier and began arranging a unique unlocking formation on the ground. He placed the treasure chest at the center of the formation and set it in motion.
*Hummm!* As the formation activated, light burst forth in all directions. Layer upon layer of powerful runes surged toward the treasure chest like an army of thousands. Under this onslaught, the chest actually began to tremble slightly, and the runes on its surface started to flicker and glow. Finally, with a crisp *snap*, the treasure chest opened.
"Impossible! Impossible! I spent painstaking years trying and failed — how could you possibly open it?!"
Watching the chest open before his eyes, the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master went berserk. He thrashed his body like a madman, trying to break free of the Demon Sealing Sword's restraint, while his eyes blazed with greed, locked tightly on the opened chest. His desperate longing for the treasures within was plain for all to see.
In truth, it wasn't just him. Even Grandpa Luo's face was filled with shock — his aged body trembling with excitement. If the Hidden Blood Cult's sect master had spent years failing to open this chest, then Grandpa Luo had been trying for decades upon decades.
A chest that they had both failed to open after so long had been cracked open by Chu Feng in a matter of moments. How could he not be stunned?
In that instant, he truly understood something: it was never that the treasure chest was too difficult to open — his methods had simply been too weak.