"Brother, kill him for me."
Despite being in tremendous pain, Zhang Shirui still managed to let out that furious cry in her weak voice.
When Zhang Shirui finished speaking, the killing intent in Zhang Yanfeng's gaze toward Chu Feng intensified.
"Chu Feng, you are the son of Chu Xuanyuan. For the sake of Senior Chu Xuanyuan, I originally had no intention of killing you."
"But you actually tried to kill my sister — then I absolutely will not let you off." As Zhang Yanfeng spoke, he reached toward the pendant on his chest.
"What's this, you don't want your sister to live anymore?" Chu Feng asked.
"Hmph, you'll find out soon enough." A cold smirk curled across Zhang Yanfeng's lips, his face brimming with confidence, as though he had already taken control of everything.
At the same time, the hand gripping the pendant underwent a subtle change.
"Hm?"
But in the next instant, Zhang Yanfeng's expression shifted, and he repeated the motion he had just made.
This time, however, his face grew even uglier.
"What's going on?"
Zhang Yanfeng ripped the pendant from his chest and examined it closely. His eyes were filled with confusion, but even more so with panic.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Zhang Shirui urged.
It wasn't just Zhang Yanfeng who was panicking — Zhang Shirui, Zhang Boyi, and all the Blood Devouring Demon Clan members present were thrown into a state of alarm.
"It seems you were planning to use the power of the formation here against me. What a pity." As Chu Feng spoke, he flipped his palm, and a pendant appeared in his hand.
And that pendant was identical to the one in Zhang Yanfeng's hand.
"You... when did you...?"
Zhang Yanfeng's face was full of shock. Overcome with panic, his complexion had turned deathly pale.
He had realized that Chu Feng had swapped the pendant on his neck — the real pendant was in Chu Feng's hand, and the one he held was nothing but a fake.
It was precisely because his pendant had been swapped that he had been unable to control the power here.
"When else could it have been? It seems you were so eager to defeat me that you didn't even notice what my hands were doing." Chu Feng said with a grin.
"Brother, are you really that stupid?" Zhang Shirui was on the verge of tears.
Her confidence had been the power of this place — but now... the pendant that could control it was in Chu Feng's hands. It made her feel as though disaster was closing in.
"What's wrong, little girl? What happened to that promise to kill me?" Chu Feng looked at Zhang Shirui with a grin.
"Brother Chu Feng, I was just joking before — please don't take it seriously! I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?"
Zhang Shirui actually burst into tears. That pitiful, delicate appearance was genuinely enough to make one's heart ache.
But there was not a trace of mercy in Chu Feng's eyes. Instead, a cold smirk curled across his lips, sending a chill down Zhang Shirui's spine and filling her with dread.
"Brother Chu Feng, we really were just joking."
"To be honest, the person our three siblings admire most is your father, Senior Chu Xuanyuan."
"Your father is not only our idol, but also our role model."
"Even for the sake of Senior Chu Xuanyuan, we could never do anything to you. What happened just now was really just a joke."
"That's right, a joke, just a joke!"
At the same time, Zhang Yanfeng and Zhang Boyi also spoke up in defense. The way they were cowering, they were practically about to get on their knees and beg Chu Feng.
"I don't feel like wasting any more breath on you."
"First — tell me the purpose of your coming here."
"Second — tell me how to activate this pendant."