"Bastards, release us, or we'll make you wish you were dead!" one of the men spat after being caught by
"In this state, and you still dare talk tough? Do you believe I can make you wish you were dead right now?" As Chu Feng spoke, with a mere thought, a section of the barrier chains binding the man transformed into a sharp blade, and with a wet "pfft," it pierced into the man's body.
That was no ordinary blade — it was a blade formed from the barrier. Once inside the body, the pain it caused was over a hundred times worse than any ordinary blade.
"Ah, no — don't kill me!" The blade entering his body made the man's face contort in agony — even snot and tears streamed down — and he quickly changed his tune, begging for mercy.
But Chu Feng ignored him, letting him scream all he wanted. This one clearly had never experienced such pain — his tolerance was abysmally poor — and after only a brief moment, he passed out cold.
"Spare us! Spare us!"
Seeing this, the remaining four scrambled to beg for mercy, terrified they would suffer the same torture as the first.
In that moment, Chu Feng got his first real look at the descendants of the Poison Demon. Turns out these descendants were nothing more than paper tigers — not a shred of backbone among them.
"I can spare your lives, but you need to answer some questions. Who in your clan has the strongest cultivation?" Chu Feng asked.
"The Clan Master," all five said in unison.
"What is your Clan Master's name, and what is his cultivation level?" Chu Feng continued.
"The Clan Master's name is Du Wanwu. His current cultivation is Fourth-rank Half Emperor," one of the men said.
"How strong is your Clan Master in combat? How many ranks above his level can he fight?" Chu Feng asked.
"How many ranks above? What does that mean? We don't understand. All we know is that no one in the clan at the same cultivation level can match the Clan Master," they replied.
Chu Feng had been watching the reactions of all five throughout. Their answers came quickly, without hesitation, and were consistent — a clear sign they were telling the truth.
After careful analysis, Chu Feng figured that since Du Wanwu was only a Fourth-rank Half Emperor, with the means he currently possessed, he should be able to put up a fight.
After all, on the Martial Continent, even the most exceptional geniuses generally only had combat power three ranks above their level. With his ability to fight four ranks above, Chu Feng could more than make up the cultivation gap with Du Wanwu.
However, there was one more thing — Du Wanwu possessed a God-Granted Divine Body, and that kind of power was not to be underestimated.
In Chu Feng's view, the God-Granted Divine Body was actually a power superior to Emperor-level bloodlines. The reason many God-Granted Divine Body users didn't seem all that strong was simply because they themselves hadn't fully mastered that power.
Once someone truly mastered this god-granted power, it was incredibly formidable. Take
If Du Wanwu was truly a heaven-blessed genius, he might have also mastered the same kind of formidable god-granted power as Yan Xie. If that was the case, Chu Feng feared he might not be a match for him.
Thinking this, Chu Feng took out his two half-completed Emperor
These two swords had long since been inscribed with two barrier formations by Chu Feng. Once enough time had passed, these barriers would sever their connection to Nangong Tianhu and Nangong Tianshi.
Once the connection was severed, Chu Feng could use his own power to subdue these two Emperor Armaments and make them serve him.
Moreover, if he could make them submit, he would be able to draw upon a portion of their power — power that could fill his Dantian.
So Chu Feng estimated the power of these two half-completed Emperor Armaments, as well as the proportion of power he had gained when the Sealing Demon Greatsword had previously submitted to him.
He wanted to calculate whether the power gained from these two half-completed Emperor Armaments, should they truly submit to him, would be enough to break through.