Although the Divine Tree Throne had already shattered, Chu Feng remained seated upon it. However, there was now an additional item in his hand—a blood-red longsword.
Facing the Blood Devouring Demon Clan's Clan Chief, a Supreme Realm powerhouse, there was not a trace of fear on Chu Feng's face. On the contrary, his entire demeanor was remarkably relaxed.
"Young friend Chu Feng, the pact between us as allies still stands. It's just that I am not allied with this bunch of trash," the Blood Devouring Demon Clan's Clan Chief said.
"Since we are allies, does my word carry weight?" Chu Feng asked.
"Of course," the Blood Devouring Demon Clan's Clan Chief replied.
"Then let us continue to coexist peacefully—at least while we're here, no killing," Chu Feng said.
"Young friend Chu Feng, have you forgotten how this bunch of trash treated you earlier?"
"If you let them leave this place unharmed, it will absolutely not be good for your Chu Heavenly Clan."
"With their despicable nature, they will certainly seek revenge against your Chu Heavenly Clan," the Blood Devouring Demon Clan's Clan Chief said.
"My affairs with them, I will settle on my own. But one thing is another—I brought them in, so I should bring them out," Chu Feng said.
"How foolish."
"But since you've asked, I'll give you this face."
"Besides, I can deal with them whenever I please."
After saying this, the Blood Devouring Demon Clan's Clan Chief withdrew his aura and addressed the crowd: "Listen up, you trash—from this day forward, you all owe young friend Chu Feng a life. It was he who saved you."
"Thank you, Young Master Chu Feng! Thank you, Young Master Chu Feng!"
One after another, the crowd began thanking Chu Feng.
Setting everything else aside, at the very least their gratitude in this moment was genuine.
They could clearly sense that the killing intent the Blood Devouring Demon Clan's Clan Chief had released earlier was no act—it was real. He had truly intended to kill them all.
If Chu Feng hadn't spoken up to stop him, they would all have died. Not a single person would have survived—not even Dantai Yinjian.
As for the crowd showering him with thanks, Chu Feng paid them no mind. Instead, he clasped his fists toward the Blood Devouring Demon Clan's Clan Chief: "Thank you, Senior, for giving me, Chu Feng, this face."
With that, Chu Feng put away the Evil God Sword in his hand.
"What was that crappy sword of yours just now about?"
Zhang Shirui hopped over to Chu Feng's side and asked with open curiosity.
"None of your business," Chu Feng said.
"Tch…" Zhang Shirui shot him a look of disdain but didn't press the matter further.
In truth, many people had noticed the Evil God Sword in Chu Feng's hand.
But nobody paid much attention to that sword. At most, they shared a sliver of curiosity, like Zhang Shirui—but even that was only a sliver.
Compared to the people within the Hall of God, it was the Living Dead, hiding in the shadows and observing everything through the surface of the lake, who was far more curious.
"Your brother's sword—do you know anything about it?" the Living Dead asked.
"What about it?" Wang Qiang replied.
"That sword is no ordinary weapon," the Living Dead said.
"If you can tell, then I—I—this lord shall mercifully enlighten you."
"My brother's sword is called the Evil God Sword. Its power—tsk tsk—could even destroy the likes of you."
"So listen here, old thing. You can be however you want with me, but I'm giving you one piece of advice."
"Be—be—be polite to my brother. Otherwise, don't let his cultivation fool you—his methods will make you regret it deeply," Wang Qiang said.
"Oh my, how terrifying. This old man is so scared," the Living Dead said, putting on an expression of great fear.