"Where did you obtain that demonic weapon?" the Soul Infant Sect's Master asked.
But
"No way. We can't just leave you here alone." Before Zi Xunyi could even respond,
"Listen to me. Go."
Chu Feng let out a thunderous shout, and his words were laced with a thick, unmistakable fury.
The moment those words left his mouth, the expressions of every person in the allied army changed drastically.
Because they didn't just sense anger from Chu Feng's words—they actually sensed a killing intent.
That killing intent was bone-chillingly cold. It was far more than a mere bluff. It felt as though… Chu Feng truly would kill them.
"My friends, there is nothing we can do to help Young Friend Chu Feng if we stay. Leaving is the only way we can help him. Let's go, quickly."
It was Kong Xianglian who spoke up at that moment, urging everyone onward. Right behind him,
They had all witnessed the power of the Evil God Sword before, and they all knew that the backlash of that weapon would indeed consume Chu Feng.
In the end, Chu Feng would lose all self-control, swallowed entirely by the demonic weapon.
If they didn't leave now, then before long… they would no longer be people Chu Feng needed to protect. They… would become people he needed to slaughter.
"GO!!!" Chu Feng roared once more.
This time, the blood-red clouds churning in the sky above grew even more violent—no longer just rolling, but writhing with a life of their own.
As those blood clouds surged, eerie, otherworldly sounds drifted down from within. The sounds were so grotesque, so terrifying, that they made every single person's blood run cold.
"Let's go."
Seeing the situation escalate, Zi Xunyi wasted no more time. With a sweep of her hand, she led the crowd away without looking back.
As for the Soul Infant Sect's Master, he made no move to stop them. His eyes were locked fixedly on Chu Feng.
"Hey. I'm talking to you," the Soul Infant Sect's Master called out to Chu Feng once more.
"You want to talk to me? Sorry, but I don't have time for your nonsense. Right now… there's only one thing I want to do."
"And that is to make sure you die a wretched death," Chu Feng said.
As those words left his mouth, Chu Feng's eyes had turned a deep, blood-red—eyes that no longer looked like they belonged to him at all.
Moreover, a wicked, sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips.
In this moment, Chu Feng was brimming with malevolence, dripping with demonic aura. Though he still retained his original appearance, as the waves of blood-red energy continued to rise and swirl around him…
One look was enough to tell—no longer did he seem like a man. He looked more like a true demon!!!
"Don't you try to scare me! I have cultivated the Soul Infant Demonic Art for ages and refined countless infants. You dare put on an act of being a demon in front of me? You're only humiliating yourself!!!"
"I'll show you what a real demon looks like!!!"
The Soul Infant Sect's Master finished speaking, and dark energy erupted from his body once again. But this time, that pitch-black energy did not surge into the sky. Instead, it coiled around him, taking the form of a massive phantom.
Though the Soul Infant Sect's Master's physical body remained unchanged, the dark energy was far too vast, and the phantom it had formed was far too colossal—like a towering giant of black flame that reached the heavens and anchored the earth.
More importantly, it wasn't just its sheer size that was terrifying. Within that dark energy, the wailing of infants grew ever more sinister, ever more harrowing—like vengeful spirits screaming for blood, demanding lives to sustain their own.
Ferocity. An overwhelming, suffocating ferocity that blanketed the sky and the earth.
Anyone else, seeing the Soul Infant Sect's Master like this, would have been scared out of their wits.
But Chu Feng's expression didn't change in the slightest. If anything, his smile only grew more mocking.
"You dare underestimate me? I'll show you what I'm capable of!"
In his fury, the Soul Infant Sect's Master raised the Dragon Scale Dagger in his hand, and its golden light blazed to a blinding crescendo.
As his arm swept through the air again and again, countless golden blades materialized—denser than a golden rainstorm, all hurtling straight toward Chu Feng.
Yet facing such a devastating onslaught from the Soul Infant Sect's Master, Chu Feng didn't so much as flinch. He didn't even move the Evil God Sword in his hand by a single inch.