"You!!!"
She was afraid. She realized that in Duan Liufeng's presence, she felt utterly powerless — unable to mount even the slightest resistance. That meant his strength far surpassed her own.
"Elder Duan, show mercy."
"Nangong Chunyue is a Wulong Elder. You cannot kill her."
"If you kill her, you won't escape the death penalty either."
Wulong Elder
In truth, as Wulong Elders, could they truly be unaware of Nangong Yuliu's deeds?
Setting Nangong Yuliu aside, and setting aside Nangong Chunyue's massacre today, even if one only considered the things that had happened in the past — by the laws of the Wulong Martial Sect, Nangong Chunyue should have been put to death long ago.
Why had she been spared?
Simply because her strength was exceptional, making her one of the Wulong Martial Sect's rare and formidable combat forces.
And she had indeed rendered extraordinary service to the Wulong Martial Sect.
Even the Sect Master himself had turned a blind eye.
Duan Liufeng was undeniably powerful, and he had stunned everyone today, but if he actually killed Nangong Chunyue, he would not be able to escape punishment.
In Xia Zhicheng's view, doing so would be a tremendous loss for the Wulong Martial Sect.
"Won't escape the death penalty?"
"Then I'd very much like to see who can make me pay with my life."
Duan Liufeng's face was filled with contempt. Then, with a flip of his palm, a command token appeared in his hand.
"That is!!!"
When they saw that token, forget the bystanders — even the several Wulong Elders were struck with shock.
It was a Wulong Elder's token, yet Duan Liufeng's token differed from those carried by the other Wulong Elders.
Beyond the four large characters for "Wulong Elder," his token bore one additional character — "Head."
Many people suddenly understood upon seeing this token.
They finally realized why Duan Liufeng possessed such overwhelming strength.
Within the Wulong Martial Sect, there were ten Wulong Elders in total. However, the strongest among them received not only a special token — his authority and status also surpassed the other nine.
He was known as the Head of Wulong.
The Head of Wulong in the Wulong Martial Sect was a mysterious figure. Apart from the Sect Master, no one knew his true identity.
He rarely appeared in public. Only when matters arose that others could not handle would he take action.
But… whenever he did act, he resolved with ease the very problems that all other Wulong Elders had been unable to solve.
Yet they had never once seen his true face.
People had simply assumed the Head of Wulong was some senior of extraordinary standing.
But never in their wildest imaginings had they thought that the Head of Wulong was actually Duan Liufeng.
"You've seen the token, yet you don't bow?"
Duan Liufeng's gaze swept over the crowd.
"We pay our respects to the Head of Wulong!!!"
Li Fengxian, Xia Zhicheng, and Huyuan Xiaotian hurriedly performed a deep bow.
Though they were all Wulong Elders, before the Head of Wulong, they too had to show proper respect.
Seeing this, everyone else followed suit with deep bows.
The disciples, meanwhile, dropped to their knees in full kowtow.
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At that moment, the Beixuan Steward had already dismissed the guardian formation and was bowing deeply to Duan Liufeng. Seeing that Chu Feng had yet to show any sign of bowing, he urgently urged him.
"Chu Feng is my sworn brother. He need not kneel before me."
After saying this to Chu Feng, Duan Liufeng turned his gaze back to the crowd.
"I know what you're all thinking. You must find this inconceivable, unable to accept it."
"You must be wondering how that waste whose cultivation regressed could possibly be the Head of Wulong."
"But I'm sure some of you are also afraid — afraid that I'll seek revenge."
"Those of you who once spoke ill of me, don't worry. If I were going to hold grudges, you wouldn't have lived to see this day."
"But I want to make one thing clear."
"Chu Feng is my brother."
"What you have done to me, I can let slide. What you did to him in the past, I can also let slide."
"You scheme against each other, fight for power, wage your little wars — none of that concerns me, Duan Liufeng."
"But from this day forward, if anyone dares to touch my brother Chu Feng, I, Duan Liufeng, will not show mercy."
The moment Duan Liufeng finished speaking, there was a sickening squelch. The dagger in his hand not only pierced through Nangong Chunyue's Dantian — his entire arm plunged straight through it.
Ugh—ahhh—
Nangong Chunyue screamed in agony, over and over.
The terrifying visage she had worn before was gone, replaced entirely by unbearable pain.
One could only imagine the inhuman torture she was enduring at that moment.