Chapter 1674 — Lord Xiangyu (1)

"Lord Chu Feng, please show mercy!"

Seeing that Du Wanwu's defeat was inevitable, the members of the Poison Clan came rushing out of the cave one after another. Led by Elder Xiuyuan and the others, they dropped to their knees in the open, kowtowing and bowing toward Chu Feng in the sky above, pleading for Du Wanwu's life.

"A true warrior may be killed but not humiliated. Show some dignity — don't drag the name of our Poison Clan through the mud," Du Wanwu barked coldly.

The moment those words left his mouth, the Poison Clan members hurriedly stopped begging, but they remained kneeling on the ground, refusing to stand.

"You've got backbone, I'll give you that. But have you considered — if I wipe out your entire Poison Clan, what good will that dignity be?" Chu Feng said.

"You… what exactly do you want?" At those words, Du Wanwu's body shuddered, and even the tone of his voice changed. Clearly, Chu Feng had struck at his fatal weakness.

"Two conditions. First: you will stop oppressing the villagers here and restore their freedom. They will no longer serve as your laborers."

"They are your fellow townsfolk, after all. Treating them like slaves is a bit much, even by your standards," Chu Feng said.

"Those are the rules handed down by our ancestors. I cannot change them," Du Wanwu replied.

"You really are stubborn. It seems that to you, so-called ancestral rules matter more than the survival of the entire Poison Clan," Chu Feng said.

"Heh — I told you, a warrior may be killed but not humiliated. The rules of our ancestors — as a descendant, I have no right to alter them. If you want to kill me, then kill me. If I so much as furrow my brow, I'm your son." By this point, Du Wanwu had steeled himself for death.

"Kill us if you dare! In the Poison Clan, there is no one who fears death!"

Seeing Du Wanwu like this, the other Poison Clan members echoed his words in unison. As they spoke, they rose to their feet — every last one of them, just like Du Wanwu, prepared to die.

Facing such a clan, Chu Feng smiled faintly. "Do you really believe that I, Chu Feng, wouldn't dare to kill you?"

A flash of cold light passed through his eyes as he spoke.

His first condition had already been rejected. His second would certainly be rejected as well.

After all, his second condition was to obtain the Fire Immortal Art.

If they wouldn't even change the rules laid down by the Poison Demon, how could they possibly hand over the Fire Immortal Art to Chu Feng? Chu Feng knew there was no room left for negotiation with the Poison Clan.

And precisely because of that, he was at a loss.

In truth, Chu Feng didn't have to kill them. But sooner or later, he would leave this place. If he merely restrained the Poison Clan with some binding technique rather than killing them, and they later broke free, it would be Gou Dan and the others who paid the price.

Yet the Poison Clan was, after all, descended from the Poison Demon. Their survival had not come easily. Moreover, Chu Feng genuinely admired their spirit — he had no desire to annihilate a clan that possessed both kinship and courage.

For a moment, Chu Feng simply didn't know what to do.

"Young friend, please show mercy — leave the Poison Clan a way to live."

Just then, a frail, aged voice suddenly drifted out of the cave.

When that voice sounded, not only Chu Feng but even the Poison Clan members were stunned.

Tap… tap… tap…

In the wake of those words, a series of slow, deliberate footsteps began to echo.

Chu Feng couldn't help but activate his Heavenly Eyes to observe, and the moment he looked, his brows knitted together.

It was an old woman — incredibly old, with more wrinkles than she had skin, her teeth and hair long since fallen out, her back bent as she walked. She looked like someone who had crawled out of a coffin.

This old woman's age was staggering. She couldn't have many years left before death claimed her naturally.