"So that's the demonic weapon? It really is quite extraordinary."
"But Chu Feng, trust me — even with that demonic weapon in your hands, you still shouldn't make a move against me. Because there's no way you can be my opponent," the Soul Infant Sect's Master said.
"Is that so?" Chu Feng let out a cold laugh, his grip on the Evil God Sword tightening.
"Chu Feng, stop." But just then, the Queen's voice suddenly rang out.
"Chu Feng, if you want to kill him, there's no need to rush. Wait until you become a True Immortal — killing him then will lose you nothing. Besides, you've already obtained the method to become a True Immortal."
"There's no need to use the Evil God Sword. You know what kind of power that sword holds. If you can't control it properly, not only will you die, but everyone in the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm will perish as well," the Queen said.
Hearing the Queen's words, Chu Feng, who had already raised the Evil God Sword, slowly lowered it.
What the Queen said made perfect sense. The Evil God Sword was something Chu Feng simply could not control. Unless it was absolutely necessary, it was better left unused.
With that thought, Chu Feng turned around to check on Ying Mingchao's injuries.
And when the Soul Infant Sect's Master saw Chu Feng put the Evil God Sword away, the smugness on his face only deepened.
He naturally assumed that Chu Feng had grown afraid of him.
But Chu Feng couldn't have cared less about what others thought of him — he was only worried about Ying Mingchao's condition.
"Senior Zi, don't worry. Senior Ying's injuries can be healed," Chu Feng said to Zi Xunyi.
"Really?" Zi Xunyi had been completely at a loss regarding Ying Mingchao's injuries, but hearing Chu Feng's words was like seeing a glimmer of hope.
"I'll need your help." After that, Chu Feng taught Zi Xunyi the method for setting up a particular formation.
This formation was no ordinary healing array. It was a formation specifically designed to expel evil energy, making it especially effective against Ying Mingchao's injuries.
Because Ying Mingchao hadn't simply been wounded — he had been invaded by that malevolent force. That was why he was in such a state.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you've seen my power. So let me ask you all a question: if I wanted to kill you right now, how many of you do you think could escape?" the Soul Infant Sect's Master said.
"This..."
Hearing those words, every person's heart clenched with fear. Because with the Soul Infant Sect's Master's current strength, killing them would truly be as easy as flipping his hand.
Especially as they looked up at the void above, where that dark, ink-black aura still churned — they realized with horror that all of them essentially had invisible blades pressed against their throats.
If the Soul Infant Sect's Master harbored even a single killing intent, every last one of them would die. After all, even Ying Mingchao, the strongest among them, was no match for the Soul Infant Sect's Master. What hope did the rest of them have?
"Don't be afraid, everyone. Although I possess the power to kill every last one of you, I won't lay a finger on any of you."
"Because my Soul Infant Sect has never harbored intentions of harming the innocent. The original and sole purpose of founding our Soul Infant Sect was to bring benefit to all living beings of the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm — to help everyone," the Soul Infant Sect's Master said.
"Master... could it be that you truly are willing to help us improve our cultivation?"
In that moment, many among them chose to believe the Soul Infant Sect's Master's words. Because they felt he had no reason to deceive them.
After all, if the Soul Infant Sect truly were a demonic cult, it could have simply killed them all right then and there — there would have been no need to fabricate such a lie to trick them.
Moreover, they had all witnessed the power of that Soul Infant Grand Formation with their own eyes. It was a genuine formation that could truly help people elevate their cultivation.