"
Amid the exclamations, someone voiced such a sentiment.
They all felt that this duel had already reached its conclusion.
But
Han Yu's entire body was shrouded in poison mist at this point. He was incredibly weak — he didn't even have the strength to stand. But when he saw Chu Feng land before him with ill intentions, he furrowed his brows and asked, "What are you planning to do?"
"What am I planning to do?"
"You tried to kill me just moments ago. What do you think I'm planning to do?" Chu Feng said.
"Ha ha ha…"
Hearing this, Han Yu, who had been uneasy moments ago, burst into hearty laughter.
He was indeed afraid that Chu Feng might humiliate him, but he didn't believe Chu Feng would dare kill him. After all, he, Han Yu, had a powerful backer this time.
"I wanted to kill you earlier, so what can you do about it?"
"Could it be that you want to kill me? Chu Feng, forget about killing me — if you dare lay a single finger on me today, I guarantee you won't leave this place alive," Han Yu said viciously.
Hearing these words, Chu Feng turned his gaze toward the Sword King City's Supreme Elder, Qing Peng.
Chu Feng knew that Han Yu's reliance was none other than Qing Peng.
As if understanding the meaning behind Chu Feng's gaze, Qing Peng's eyes turned cold as ice, brimming with threat.
It was as though he were telling Chu Feng that if he dared act recklessly, Qing Peng would absolutely make sure he paid the price.
"Hmph."
Seeing Chu Feng hesitate, Han Yu — despite being far too weak to even stand — still allowed a smug curl to rise at the corner of his mouth. It was not merely smugness, but contempt.
Contempt for Chu Feng.
In truth, it wasn't only Han Yu. Even the onlookers, upon seeing Chu Feng waver, couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It seemed that even Chu Feng had no choice but to consider the circumstances before him.
Although they knew that letting Han Yu go was the correct decision under the situation, they still felt a trace of disappointment toward Chu Feng. After all, word had it that Chu Feng was the type who feared nothing under heaven.
But just at that moment, Chu Feng spun around abruptly and lashed out with a kick straight at Han Yu's head.
With a deafening bang, Han Yu was sent flying into the corner of the dueling space. His miserable screams rang out one after another — the kick had been mercilessly powerful.
It had not only sent blood spraying from Han Yu's body, but his entire face had been completely deformed.
"This…"
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts clenched. This was far too unexpected.
Who could have imagined that under Qing Peng's direct threat, Chu Feng would still dare to strike?
Wasn't this an open declaration that he, Chu Feng, simply didn't consider Qing Peng worth fearing?
"CHU FENG, HOW DARE YOU!!!"
At that moment, Qing Peng let out a thunderous roar, his eyes fixed on Chu Feng with vicious intent, filled with killing intent.
"How dare I?" Yet Chu Feng showed no fear. He tilted his head and regarded Qing Peng with utter disdain. "What do you mean by that?"
"This was merely a friendly exchange. The outcome is already decided, and yet you still wish to inflict harm. Have you no sense of decency?" Qing Peng demanded.
"Who ever said this exchange was supposed to end when someone yielded?" Chu Feng asked. His expression was perfectly calm, as though he had already made up his mind to make Han Yu suffer the utmost humiliation.
"Chu Feng, if you dare so much as touch a single finger on our young city lord's head, I will make you pay with your life!" Hearing this, Qing Peng grew frantic. He pointed at Chu Feng and hurled his threat with vicious intensity.
"I originally had no intention of doing much — just giving him a small lesson would have been enough."
"But since you've put it that way, if I don't do something, it'll look as though your Chu Feng was afraid of you."
"Might as well go ahead and cripple his cultivation, then," Chu Feng said.
"What? Cripple Han Yu's cultivation?" The moment these words left Chu Feng's lips, the crowd was thrown into shock.
"YOU DARE!!!"
Qing Peng was overcome with fury. As he spoke, he actually charged toward the dueling space.