"Hahaha, did I hear that right? Sending us to die?"
"Just you? Just a trifling Xuan Martial third-level cultivator dares say something like that to us?"
Song Qingfeng, Tang Yixiu, and the other two men burst into wild laughter at Chu Feng's words, as if they'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.
Even the women at their sides erupted in laughter. Most of them were cultivators at the Xuan Martial Realm, with nearly all above the third level, and in their hearts, they looked down on Chu Feng just the same.
"Chu Feng, watch closely — I don't even need to lift a finger. The beauty in my arms can kill you easily enough." Song Qingfeng pointed at the woman nestled against him, then turned to her and said, "My dear, go kill this brat, and nine hundred thousand Mystic Stones are yours."
"Young Master Song, are you serious?" The woman's eyes lit up at his words, clearly tempted.
She had reached the fourth level of the Xuan Martial Realm, and since Chu Feng was supposedly only at the third level, if it actually came to a fight, she was confident she could kill him without trouble.
"Of course I'm serious." Song Qingfeng nodded.
"Young Master Song, we want in too!"
"Me too, me too!" Nearly every woman present was swayed by those words. Nine hundred thousand Mystic Stones — that sum was far too tempting for anyone to resist.
That number, even placed within a top-tier power, would be a considerable fortune, let alone for women of their profession.
"Haha, there's enough for all of you! Whoever kills him gets the nine hundred thousand Mystic Stones," Song Qingfeng laughed.
In that instant, every woman rose to her feet and began slowly walking toward Chu Feng. Their naked bodies swayed with alluring steps, seductive smiles plastered on their faces, soft giggles spilling from their lips.
But beneath that facade, bone-deep killing intent radiated from each of them. These women might have seemed all smiles and laughter in ordinary times, but when it came to killing, they were ruthless demons — heartless female devils who wouldn't blink at taking a life.
"Scram." Before the group of women could get close, Chu Feng's sword-like brows shot upward and he let out a thunderous roar that echoed through the great hall like a peal of lightning.
At the same time, an invisible wave of killing intent surged outward from his body, blasting the women backward.
"Ahhhhh!"
Chu Feng's killing intent was absolutely terrifying. The women who had been harboring murderous thoughts toward him moments before shrieked in terror, hastily leaping back to hide behind Tang Yixiu and the others.
"Young Master Song, he's not at the Xuan Martial third level at all — he's clearly at the fifth level!"
"That's not all. The aura he just released was horrifying. I've… I've never felt anything like it. It didn't feel like something a human should possess. It was like… like a bloodthirsty devil."
A single word — "Scram" — from Chu Feng had been enough to send these women, who had been brimming with killing intent just moments ago, trembling in fear, completely cowed.
"Hmph, useless lot. He's merely at the fifth level of the Xuan Martial Realm, and you're scared witless like this?" Song Qingfeng swept his arm outward and shoved all the women clinging to him off to the side. Then he turned to Chu Feng and said, "Chu Feng, it's time we settled our old and new scores. Tell me — how do you want to die today? I, Song Qingfeng, will grant your wish."