Chapter 2523: Scaring Away the True Immortal (2)

"It's absolutely true. Two years ago, I witnessed it with my own eyes. It was with that very sword that Chu Feng slew the head elder of the Kong Heavenly Clan. Even the patriarch of the Kong Heavenly Clan was no match for him."

"Brother Zhou, I strongly advise you not to act rashly, or else… the consequences would be unthinkable." Zhuge Mingren spoke with a deadly serious expression.

"Then the rumors about the demonic weapon are all true?"

Seeing Zhuge Mingren's utterly earnest demeanor, the others present could not help but begin to wonder whether what had happened back then was really true.

After all, Zhuge Mingren was a figure of considerable prestige within the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm. His words carried significant weight.

Hearing rumors was one thing, but hearing Zhuge Mingren say it to your face with such gravity — that was something else entirely.

And then there was Chu Feng's fearless composure. He was clearly brimming with confidence.

So at that moment, many of those present grew half-skeptical, half-believing regarding the matter of the demonic weapon.

As the saying goes, when something doesn't concern you, you don't trouble yourself over it. But when it does concern you, you'd better be doubly careful.

That was precisely the awkward predicament Zhou Yuluo found himself in.

If he made a move against Chu Feng now, there were only two possible outcomes.

Either the demonic weapon in Chu Feng's hand was fake, in which case he would simply kill Chu Feng and be done with it.

Or the demonic weapon was real, in which case his attack would provoke Chu Feng, and he would be the one killed.

"Chu Feng, we've never met before and have no grudge against each other. There's no reason for us to draw swords the moment we meet. Why don't we talk this over?"

After a moment of hesitation, Zhou Yuluo not only lowered his raised hand but also withdrew his killing intent and oppressive aura.

The domineering air he had carried moments ago was gone. The towering fury had vanished. In its place, a thin, hypocritical smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Everyone knew that smile was forced — it did not come from the heart.

But everyone also understood why Zhou Yuluo had changed his demeanor. It was because he was afraid.

Yes, afraid. He feared that the demonic weapon in Chu Feng's hand was real — that it truly possessed the power to slay a True Immortal.

Seeing Zhou Yuluo actually back down, Zhou Fukong was dumbfounded. His feelings were like a drowning man who grabs hold of a piece of wood, only to discover, just as he thinks he's been saved, that it's nothing but a stalk of straw — utterly useless.

"Elder Zhou, save me!!!"

In his desperation, he cried out for help, terrified that Zhou Yuluo would abandon him.

"Shut your mouth." Zhou Yuluo barked at Zhou Fukong, then turned to Chu Feng and said:

"Chu Feng, I don't know what exactly happened here today."

"But Dugu Jianxu and the Meat-and-Wine Monk's corpses are lying right there. I believe their deaths are connected to you."

"I killed them. So what?" Chu Feng asked.

"Then why did you kill them?" Zhou Yuluo asked.

"They wanted to kill me and my friends. Why would I not kill those who wish to kill me?" Chu Feng countered.

"You have your reasons, and I won't argue with you about that."

"But Chu Feng, I must remind you — those two were not ordinary people. They were not the sort you could simply kill at will."

"And since you did kill them, you must be prepared to pay the price," Zhou Yuluo said.

"I hardly need you to remind me of that," Chu Feng replied.

"Fine. Since you've already made your plans, I won't say more. I have only one request today — could you, for my sake, spare Zhou Fukong?" Zhou Yuluo said.

Hearing this, the crowd was first taken aback. Then they exchanged glances and saw deep surprise reflected in each other's eyes.

A request. The mighty True Immortal Zhou Yuluo had actually used the word "request" when speaking to Chu Feng.

Given his status, this could not even be called polite — it was practically humble.

Zhou Yuluo had already shown his softer side. In everyone's view, Chu Feng ought to give him face and let Zhou Fukong live.

That would put an end to today's affair, and it would be good for both sides.

"I already said it — I'm taking this Zhou Fukong's life," Chu Feng replied flatly. He had no intention of granting Zhou Yuluo that favor.

"You truly don't know what's good for you!!!"

Zhou Yuluo's expression changed drastically. The forced smile twisted into a mask of fury.

He had truly not expected Chu Feng to be this brazen. He had already humbled himself, yet Chu Feng still did as he pleased. It was as if Zhou Yuluo did not exist in his eyes at all.

How could this not enrage a True Immortal who had always been arrogant and proud?

"Zhao Hong, do it."