"You want me to let him go, so I should? Who do you think you are?"
Chu Feng's words rang out with startling clarity. Forget just the Life and Death Stage—even those outside could hear every syllable. He'd deliberately infused his voice with Yuan Force, making sure everyone knew he, Chu Feng, was giving this old bastard absolutely no face.
"Holy crap, is Chu Feng really courting death? He's asking for it!"
Chu Feng left everyone stunned. Even the casual bystanders broke into a cold sweat over his audacity. All eyes instinctively snapped to Zhongli Yihu. And what a sight it was—his face had turned a livid shade of purple, his eyes bulging like a bull's, threatening to pop right out of his skull. His cheeks puffed out, and those close enough could even hear the furious grinding of his teeth.
Everyone knew this big shot was fuming. Fuming mad. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that he now had the heart to kill Chu Feng—preferably into a thousand pieces.
*Boom!* Without warning, Zhongli Yihu launched himself into the air. He descended onto the Combat Platform like a falling mountain, the sheer force of his impact sending tremors through the stone. Even Chu Feng staggered several steps, nearly losing his footing.
"Someone, prepare a Life and Death Pact! This old man is going to sign one with that brat!" Zhongli Yihu roared, pointing at Chu Feng like a lion's thunderous bellow, deafening the crowd.
"Just as we feared. Zhongli Yihu is making his move. He's going to kill Chu Feng. Who can possibly stop him?"
Though they'd expected it, seeing Zhongli Yihu actually take action still sent a shockwave of awe and terror through the onlookers.
*Whoosh!* At that exact moment, another figure leaped onto the platform. It was a stunning woman—Su Rou, widely acknowledged as the Azure Dragon Sect's foremost beauty.
"Elder Zhongli, as an elder, why must you stoop to the level of a junior?" Su Rou's voice was calm, yet carried.
"Get lost! Does this old man need your input when he speaks?!" Zhongli Yihu swept his hand, and a violent gust of wind erupted from his palm. The terrifying force, like a miniature storm, instantly engulfed Su Rou. It threatened to tear her pristine white gown to shreds in the blink of an eye.
"That old bastard!"
Clenching his fists, Chu Feng was about to charge into the whirlwind. In his heart, Su Rou was his woman, and he would not stand by while her clothes were torn from her body in front of this entire crowd.
*Whoosh!* But before Chu Feng could move, the figure of an elder shot into the storm. The moment he entered, the violent winds instantly dissipated. Su Rou, completely unharmed, landed softly back on the platform.
"Elder Li!" Chu Feng gasped in surprise. The man who had saved Su Rou was none other than Elder Li, the same elder who had once protected him from Gong Luyun.
Elder Li was an aged man with barely a few wisps of hair left, his back bent with age. He looked frail enough that a strong breeze might knock him over. Yet, his cultivation was unfathomably deep. Chu Feng's Mental Power couldn't begin to probe his true strength, but seeing how easily he had just neutralized Zhongli Yihu's attack, Chu Feng could tell this elder's power was likely not a whit inferior to that of Zhongli Yihu.