The six great powers formed an alliance, and even if there were grudges between them, they were expected to show mercy.
At least here, they needed to hold back.
After all, so many people were watching from outside.
But Chu Feng had no intention of showing mercy whatsoever. Every disciple of the Nine Star Heavenly Mountain who clashed with him ended up severely wounded.
And that Zhao Zicheng, in particular, was now covered in cuts and gashes, barely clinging to life — he looked as though he could die at any moment.
The word "miserable" alone could not begin to describe his state.
Yet even so, Chu Feng had no intention of letting Zhao Zicheng off.
With the Gale Thunder Sword in hand, Chu Feng stepped forward, one stride at a time, walking toward Zhao Zicheng.
Everyone knew Chu Feng was coming with ill intent, but not a single person dared to stand in his way.
A harbinger of doom — in their eyes, Chu Feng was a harbinger of doom. Who would dare stop him?
"You… what do you want now?" Zhao Zicheng's voice was already incredibly weak, trembling with the fear he could no longer hide.
In his view, even if the roles were reversed and he had been the one to teach this fellow called Wang Chen a lesson, ending up looking like this would have been more than enough.
After all, with so many eyes watching, one couldn't go too far.
But he had sensed it — this person in front of him did not seem inclined to let him go.
"Kill the chicken to scare the monkey. You understand?" Chu Feng said to him.
"What… what do you mean?" Zhao Zicheng's eyes were blank with confusion, and his unease only deepened.
Chu Feng let out a cold laugh.
Whoosh—
In the next instant, a bolt of lightning shot from Chu Feng's hand, hurtling straight toward Zhao Zicheng.
By the time the onlookers realized what had happened, they discovered that the bolt of lightning was the Gale Thunder Sword.
But now the Gale Thunder Sword had left Chu Feng's hand and pierced into Zhao Zicheng's body.
The sword had not only impaled his flesh — the spot it had pierced was none other than Zhao Zicheng's Dantian.
"AAAGHH—"
A heart-rending scream tore from Zhao Zicheng's throat, echoing between heaven and earth.
That cry carried far more than just pain — it was filled with despair, confusion, and sheer panic.
After all, he could feel his cultivation rapidly draining away.
"Wang Chen, have you lost your mind? You've just crippled his cultivation!"
At that moment, a disciple of the Gale Thunder Sword Sect spoke up.
The one who spoke was a second-stage Venerable, having just been defeated by Zhao Zicheng moments ago.
But he knew that Wang Chen shouldn't have done this. After all, the powerful figures from every faction outside could see everything happening within.
So his outburst wasn't out of concern for Wang Chen — he was terrified that Wang Chen's actions would bring catastrophe down upon their Gale Thunder Sword Sect.
"Shut your mouth."
Suddenly, Chu Feng flicked his arm, and the Gale Thunder Sword embedded in Zhao Zicheng flew backward, landing right in front of that Gale Thunder Sword Sect disciple.
This move absolutely terrified the man.
He was a second-stage Venerable as well, but Chu Feng's attack had been far too fast.
By the time he reacted, the Gale Thunder Sword was already hovering before him.
This was a warning.
"Listen to me carefully — I am not the Wang Chen you think I am."
"Watch your tone. Crippling his cultivation was merely a warning. If you still refuse to show some basic respect, I won't hesitate to take your lives."
Chu Feng's voice was ice-cold, and his gaze was even colder.
The very air around them turned frigid and piercing. Everyone realized that Chu Feng was not joking — he was absolutely capable of following through on his words.
"Spare us, please spare us!"