"No, no, no — don't kill me! Don't kill me!
"I regret it now, but regretting won't help anything. I'm begging you — give me a chance. Name a condition. No — ten conditions, a hundred conditions!"
"Any number of conditions is fine! As long as you don't kill me, I'll fulfill every single one." Ying Liangchen had actually been scared to tears by Chu Feng. A man who had lived for several hundred years, reduced to sobbing by Chu Feng — it spoke volumes about how desperately he clung to life.
"I have one condition," Chu Feng said. "Take your miserable life."
"You really insist on killing me? Just for those old men? You'd offend the
"In my eyes, the lives of those old men you despise are worth far more than your wretched one." Chu Feng had no interest in further words. He stepped closer, clenched his fist in one hand, and prepared to obliterate Ying Liangchen on the spot.
Hummmm—
But just then, a strange ripple suddenly emanated from within Ying Liangchen's body. The ripple coalesced and took the shape of a person.
It was a middle-aged man, also with blue hair, wearing a crown inscribed with the character "Ying" and clad in a long black robe.
Though it was merely an illusory projection, Chu Feng could sense that this man's true body must possess formidable strength.
He had to be the patriarch of the Ying Heavenly Clan.
"Father! Save me! Save me — he's going to kill me!" The moment Ying Liangchen saw the projection, he cried out desperately. And in doing so, he revealed the figure's identity — this was indeed his father, the patriarch of the Ying Heavenly Clan.
"Who are you?" Unlike his son, this father was far calmer, his eyes fixing on Chu Feng with a piercing, hawk-like gaze.
Although this projection possessed no cultivation whatsoever, Chu Feng could still feel the sheer power behind it.
This man was strong — undeniably a powerhouse whose strength far surpassed Chu Feng's. Even as a mere projection, even without any cultivation, the aura alone was enough to intimidate most people.
Unfortunately for him, Chu Feng's will was ironclad. He would not be frightened. "My name is Chu Feng," he said calmly.
"Why do you seek to kill my son?" the Ying Heavenly Clan patriarch asked.
"Your son killed my people. I want him dead for revenge. Is something wrong with that?" Chu Feng replied.
"Of course something is wrong. He is my son — Ying Hong's own blood — a descendant of the Ying Heavenly Clan. How could I permit you to kill him?" the patriarch said coldly.
Murderous intent. Even though this projection had no cultivation, Chu Feng could feel the intense killing intent radiating from the patriarch.
"Unfortunately for you, there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"And this projection of yours certainly won't scare me. If you truly cared about your son, you shouldn't have let him roam free to do as he pleased."
"But now, it's far too late for any of that. I'm going to kill him, no matter what." As Chu Feng finished speaking, he raised his fist once more. Vast martial power began condensing around it, causing the surrounding void to tremble and the earth beneath his feet to crack apart.
The force in that punch would be enough to annihilate the already gravely wounded Ying Liangchen — body and soul.
And Chu Feng intended to do this right before the patriarch's eyes. He wanted the patriarch of the Ying Heavenly Clan to watch his own son die at Chu Feng's hands.
"Stop! Chu Feng — remember this: if you dare kill my son, I will find you no matter how far you flee or how remote the corner you hide in!"
"The Ying Heavenly Clan will never let you go. Not just you — everyone connected to you, everyone you care about, I will slaughter them all!"
"You will not only lose your own life for what you do today, but you will doom everyone you know. They will all die because of your actions!" the patriarch snarled with vicious fury.
"Heh…" Yet in the face of the patriarch's threats, Chu Feng merely laughed — a laugh that was cold and devoid of any warmth.
When Chu Feng had traveled to Cloud Crane Mountain and worked so desperately to become an Immortal-cloak Spirit World Master, it wasn't because he wanted greater power for himself.
His primary goal had always been to heal Liu Chengkun's illness. Chu Feng had been prepared to wait however long it took — as long as he could ultimately cure Liu Chengkun's condition.
And yet, after all that effort, after finally becoming an Immortal-cloak Spirit World Master, he hadn't even gotten the chance to treat Liu Chengkun.
All because of this man — Ying Liangchen.