"You brat, you've got some serious nerve — daring to toy with us. Don't you know who we are?"
"You, right now, immediately, release us this instant, or else… I'll make sure you die a miserable death."
"That's right, release us now, or I'll wipe out your entire family."
They were gnashing their teeth, their gazes filled with such hatred that they looked ready to tear Chu Feng apart with their bare hands. They were truly furious at him.
Because this was already the second time Chu Feng had played them for fools.
And this time, the deception had been far more thorough.
"I say, gentlemen, I don't think you've grasped the situation here. Right now… it's not your turn to be making threats."
After saying this, Chu Feng clenched his palm, and a long sword forged from barrier materialization appeared in his hand.
"Hahaha…"
"Kid, the one who hasn't grasped the situation is you."
However, what Chu Feng hadn't expected was that after seeing the barrier sword in his hand, those Spirit World Masters showed no fear at all. Instead, they burst into mocking laughter.
"You think we're all like that waste — easily injured by you with a single blow?"
As he spoke, that Spirit World Master glanced toward another one nearby.
And the one he was looking at was the only Bug Pattern-level Sacred Robe Spirit World Master among the eleven — the very same one Chu Feng had previously injured with barrier power.
"What, exactly how are you any different from him?" Chu Feng asked with a straight face.
"Different? Of course we're different."
"You think we've lived all these years for nothing? That we're only skilled in barrier techniques?"
"Let me tell you something, brat — setting aside barrier arts entirely, our martial cultivation is far beyond anything you could hope to reach."
"Even if our barrier power is sealed, our cultivation remains."
"Even if we can't unleash our martial force here, our bodies still bear the strength that our cultivation provides."
"A mere junior like you, trying to hurt us — how laughable."
"Put simply, the eleven of us standing here, even if we don't move a muscle, are ten iron statues. Only that one is a clay statue."
"If you want to torment someone, you can only torment that clay statue. As for the ten of us, you can't so much as budge us."
"And that fellow is already a waste to begin with. If you torment him, we couldn't care less."
One of the Snake Pattern-level Sacred Robe Spirit World Masters said all this with an unmistakable air of smugness.
"Damn it, are you even human?! You're saying he should just torment me?!"
The Bug Pattern-level Sacred Robe Spirit World Master complained in utter indignation.
"Well, whose fault is it that your cultivation is lacking? Can't blame us for that."
"Hahaha…"
The other ten showed him not a shred of sympathy. Instead, they laughed uproariously, their mockery plain as day.
Seeing this scene, Chu Feng couldn't help but feel a degree of helplessness. These eleven really weren't quite right in the head.
They were clearly trapped, and just moments ago they had been seething with rage — yet in the blink of an eye, they were laughing as if nothing had happened. Their composure was truly something else.
"So, by your logic, you're the iron statue?" Chu Feng said to the Spirit World Master who had been speaking with him.
"Naturally." The man nodded with great smugness.