"Everyone, we're safe now." Seeing that the crowd still couldn't quite believe what had just happened, Chu Feng spoke up.
As he spoke, Chu Feng deactivated the defensive formation in the area, then walked over to the gate of the Seventh Path and reopened it.
"OHHH!!!!!!!"
The moment they saw the Seventh Path open successfully, and that Chu Feng was completely unharmed—and moreover, they could no longer feel any trace of that killing formation's terrifying aura—after a brief silence, the crowd erupted into wild elation once more.
They knew the killing formation was truly gone. It was inconceivable, but they could all tell that Chu Feng had succeeded.
After a round of cheering, the crowd went mad, rushing toward the Seventh Path. Though there were over ten million of them, they moved with incredible speed, and in the blink of an eye, every last one of them had poured into the Seventh Path.
"Long live Chu Feng! Long live Chu Feng!!!"
In the height of their excitement, someone began chanting Chu Feng's name, and more and more people joined in. At first it was only the younger generation, but before long, even the elders started shouting his name.
In that moment, Chu Feng's name thundered through the Seventh Path like rolling drums.
"Hey, Yue Ling, you actually have the nerve to show your face? Have you forgotten what you said before?" Suddenly, the Mad Blade Master pointed at someone and bellowed, his voice so loud it drowned out the crowd's cheers.
Only then did people notice that the Heavenly Dao Palace's group had also come rushing out, and leading them was none other than Elder Yue Ling—the very man who had accused Chu Feng.
The gazes directed at Elder Yue Ling now were filled not only with icy contempt but with killing intent.
It was because of this old bastard's provocations that they had nearly died in there. If not for Chu Feng, they would all be nothing more than mangled corpses by now.
And so, every single person here loathed Yue Ling with every fiber of their being.
"Friend Chu Feng, I was wrong before. Please, be the bigger man and forgive me this once." Elder Yue Ling addressed Chu Feng, his expression deeply awkward.
Though he felt it was humiliating to say such things, he truly did not want to die. At a time like this, he had no choice but to swallow whatever remained of his dignity.
"Heh…" Yet in response to Yue Ling's apology, Chu Feng simply let out a faint laugh and didn't even bother to reply. He truly didn't want to waste a single word on this man.
Because Chu Feng knew that he wouldn't even need to lift a finger—Yue Ling was as good as dead today. He had incurred the wrath of the entire crowd.
As for himself, all Chu Feng wanted now was to stand back and watch with his own eyes as Yue Ling was driven to his death by the mob.
"Yue Ling, have you forgotten what you said before? You swore that if it was proven you had wrongly accused Friend Chu Feng, you would atone with your life," the Mad Blade Master said.
"That's right. You are the presiding elder of the Heavenly Dao Palace, after all. Surely you wouldn't want to go back on your word?" Elder Huangguan added.
After that, more and more people began condemning Elder Yue Ling. By the end, even many of the younger generation had joined in the criticism. Just as Chu Feng had predicted, the crowd was determined to force Yue Ling to his death.
"How dare you, insolent wretch! Who are you to presume to judge our elder?" Once the younger generation started speaking up, the long-silent members of the Heavenly Dao Palace could hold back no longer.
It was one thing for the powerful figures to scold Elder Yue Ling, but the Heavenly Dao Palace—the strongest faction among the human race—would absolutely not tolerate juniors trampling all over them.
Crack—