"Haha, what a wretched little bug!
"If I catch it, I'll teach it a good lesson." Chu Feng was also thoroughly angered by the little bug. The lightning in his eyes grew more violent, and a pair of lightning wings burst from his back like two bolts of sharp lightning.
At this point, Chu Feng's cultivation had been elevated to the third rank of Martial Emperor, and his speed increased severalfold once more.
"Oh my mother, somebody save me!!!" When the red bug saw that Chu Feng's speed had increased yet again, it let out a shriek of terror. Panicked beyond composure, it scrambled around with its head in its hands, even crying out incessantly: "Are you a freak? How can your cultivation still be increasing? Oh mama, you're scaring the pee out of me! Mama, save me!!!"
Clearly, the bug had already reached the absolute limit of its speed, so when Chu Feng boosted his again, it panicked because it knew — there was no escape.
"Not so arrogant now, are you, little thing?" Lightning-fast, Chu Feng closed in on the red bug and snatched it into his hand.
The moment it was caught, the little red bug became perfectly well-behaved. It stopped struggling, stopped speaking, and instead gazed at Chu Feng with a pitiful, doe-eyed look.
"Go on, keep cursing me," Chu Feng glared at the red bug, still fuming.
"Daddy, don't hurt me — I was only joking with you," the red bug whimpered in a pitiful voice.
"Give me a break!" In that instant, Chu Feng felt as though a hundred thousand divine beasts had stampeded through his heart. This little red bug was absolutely shameless. It clearly possessed intelligence and was no newborn — otherwise it could never have toyed with him like that. And now it was calling him Daddy? Pure act.
"Don't call me Daddy. Call me Grandpa," Chu Feng said.
"Yes, Grandpa! Grandpa, I was only joking with you — please let me go, okay?" the red bug pleaded, looking utterly pitiful.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Chu Feng asked.
"Not at all — I think Grandpa is very smart," the red bug said.
"Shut up and stop flattering me. You wretched little bug — you actually dared to humiliate me. I'm going to feed you to a bird," Chu Feng said.
"You're serious? You're really going to feed me to a bird?" At these words, the red bug's expression changed drastically, a flicker of real alarm in its eyes.
"Dead serious," Chu Feng said with absolute certainty.
"Well screw you, you idiot! I'm going to bite you to death! Let me go right now, or my parents will twist you into a pretzel, steep you in tea, and eat you for dessert!" Seeing that Chu Feng truly meant to kill it, the red bug finally dropped all pretense and unleashed a torrent of curses.
"You dare curse at me? I'll give you something to cry about!" As Chu Feng spoke, he began sending jolts of electricity through his fingers. Though the creature was merely a tiny bug, its body was remarkably resilient, extraordinarily tough.
But as a Dragon-veined Spirit World Master, Chu Feng had thousands of ways to torment it.
"Oh no!!!!"
Instantly, the miserable shrieks of a little bug echoed through the forest, rising and falling without end.
"Wait — hold on. Do you actually know what a bird is?" Suddenly, Chu Feng stopped the torture and asked, curious.
"Of course I do. You underestimate me! Our Imperial Spirit Bug clan may live in this place, but we possess a wealth of knowledge," the red bug said.
"Imperial Spirit Bug clan? So your kind is called the Imperial Spirit Bugs?" Chu Feng asked.
"That's right." The red bug nodded.
"Then do you know what race I am?" Chu Feng asked on a whim.
"Of course. It's well known that outside the Blood Devouring Formation, there are several races. And among those races, there is a hierarchy of strength — you are the weakest of them all," the red bug said.