"Prepare a feast!!!"
While everyone was still puzzled, Linghu Mingye swept his sleeve and uttered those four words.
"A feast?"
Those words only deepened the confusion of the already bewildered crowd.
A celebratory feast was a customary tradition that followed the emergence of the Newcomer Grand Formation every year.
But that was something held only after the Linghu Heavenly Clan's members had successfully cultivated within the Light Formation and emerged unscathed.
After all, such an occasion signified successful cultivation — a joyous event for both the various clans and the Linghu Heavenly Clan alike.
This year was different. Forget about successful cultivation — the Linghu Heavenly Clan's members had been utterly wiped out.
Under these circumstances, they were actually going to hold a feast?
"Brother Iron Mask, are you really not going to avenge us?" one of the rookies asked.
"Brother Iron Mask, you have to stand up for us!"
"Brother Iron Mask, we can't swallow this insult!"
The other Linghu Heavenly Clan rookies spoke up one after another, their faces full of grievance.
Every single one of them had their Light Runes seized by Chu Feng, and every one of them had endured that excruciating pain. They couldn't swallow this bitter pill, and they had been counting on Linghu Iron Mask and the others to fight on their behalf.
They had been absolutely certain that Linghu Iron Mask would stand up for them.
But when Linghu Mingye suddenly announced those four words — prepare a feast — they grew afraid.
They feared that Linghu Iron Mask would refuse to seek justice for them, in which case they truly would have no way to vent their anger.
"Brothers, rest easy," Linghu Mingye said. "What Chu Feng has done is not merely a disrespect toward all of you — it is a direct affront to our Linghu Heavenly Clan. I, Linghu Iron Mask, will absolutely not forgive him."
"But brothers, there's no need to rush."
"Didn't he say he was coming to settle the score with me? Then I shall wait for him right here."
"The Holy Spirit Light Formation will dissolve sooner or later, and when it does, he will appear right here."
"And while we wait, we shall enjoy fine food and wine — until he arrives to meet his end."
At these words, the crowd finally understood.
They had nearly forgotten about this.
The Holy Spirit Light Formation would inevitably dissipate, and once it did, everyone inside would be forcibly expelled from the formation.
The exit point was none other than this barrier formation at the center of the plaza.
So there was no need to go searching for Chu Feng at all — he would truly deliver himself right to their doorstep.
Realizing this, the Linghu Heavenly Clan members couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But people like Dongguo Bingyu were silently breaking into cold sweats on Chu Feng's behalf.
After all, Linghu Iron Mask was absolutely right. When the Holy Spirit Light Formation dissolved, Chu Feng would have no choice but to land in this plaza.
And given everything Chu Feng had done, Linghu Iron Mask would show him no mercy.
Granted, Chu Feng had reaped tremendous rewards within the Holy Spirit Light Formation. His cultivation had surged dramatically, to the point where even Linghu Mingye was no match for him.
But Linghu Iron Mask's current strength was in an entirely different league from Linghu Mingye's.
Even if Chu Feng could defeat Linghu Mingye, there was no way he could possibly defeat Linghu Iron Mask.
Hum—
Just then, the entrance to the barrier rippled and, without warning, dissipated entirely.
At that moment, everyone knew — the Holy Spirit Light Formation had dissolved.
The grand formation was gone, but Chu Feng's figure had yet to appear.