"Heh…"
"So this is your true reason for coming here?"
Long Xiaoxiao had also sensed that it was poison, but she showed no great reaction — as if she had long expected this.
Or perhaps, having endured so many terrible things, she was no longer surprised by such actions from her father.
"Xiaoxiao, rest assured. Lord Yunyue said this medicine won't take your life. It will only make you more… obedient."
"As long as the marriage between you and Shengguang Jiahao proceeds smoothly, the antidote will be administered."
With those words, the Dragon Clan's Patriarch began walking toward Long Xiaoxiao with the poison in hand.
And Long Xiaoxiao made no effort to resist — she had already accepted her fate.
*Snap—*
But suddenly, the Dragon Clan's Patriarch's advance was halted.
It was his wrist — the hand holding the poison — that had been frozen in place.
The Dragon Clan's Patriarch could feel it: someone had seized his wrist.
But who?
To appear here without him sensing it in the slightest?
This not only shocked the Dragon Clan's Patriarch, but a trace of fear also surfaced in his eyes.
And before he could even speak, Chu Feng's voice rang out.
"Dragon Clan's Patriarch, you really are utterly heartless — worse than a beast."
"For the so-called safety of the Dragon Clan, you would personally feed your own daughter poison."
As Chu Feng's voice sounded, his figure materialized.
"Chu Feng???"
Seeing Chu Feng, the shock in the Dragon Clan's Patriarch's eyes deepened.
But compared to her father, the fright Long Xiaoxiao felt was far greater. She quickly turned away, covering her face with her hand.
Yet, almost at once, Long Xiaoxiao seemed to remember something.
The girl who had wanted to flee now looked bravely toward Chu Feng and screamed, "Chu Feng, run!!!"
"Run?"
Hearing that word, the Dragon Clan's Patriarch seemed to recall something as well. His gaze turned cold, and he spoke with malice.
"Young friend Chu Feng, forgive me."
Before his words had even finished, the pressure of a rank three Martial Emperor was released from his body.
It formed a seal, trapping Chu Feng in place.
*Sizzle—*
But all that was seen was a flash of lightning.
*BOOM—*
The next instant, the Dragon Clan's Patriarch was sent flying like an arrow loosed from a bow.
The tremendous force slammed him hard into the wall. The impact was devastating — every bone in the Dragon Clan's Patriarch's body was shattered to dust.
Yet he had no attention to spare for his agony. He stared wide-eyed at Chu Feng.
Staring at Chu Feng — whose body surged with lightning runes and upon whose shoulders the Thunder Armor was draped — the Dragon Clan's Patriarch instinctively rubbed his eyes.
"You… who exactly are you?"
The Dragon Clan's Patriarch asked.
He refused to believe it — refused to believe that the person before him was the Chu Feng he knew.
When he had last parted ways with Chu Feng, the boy had been only a rank six Supreme Emperor.
Yet this person standing before him now, with both the lightning runes and the Thunder Armor activated simultaneously, possessed a cultivation at the terrifying rank four Martial Emperor realm.
That was a full realm above… a full realm above him.
Not just him — not even the Master of the Monster-Demon Sacred Hall, nor the Patriarch of the Yu Heavenly Clan, would be this person's match.
Such cultivation, within the entire Sacred Light Galactic Realm today — aside from those few great figures within the Sacred Light Clan itself — there was likely no one who could stand against him.
How could this possibly be Chu Feng?
Chu Feng was still merely a junior.
So little time had passed since their parting.
How could Chu Feng have grown to such a height in so short a span?
No matter how heaven-defying he was, reaching this level should have been impossible.
"Dragon Clan's Patriarch, have your eyes been blinded by your own selfishness?"
"That you cannot even recognize who I am?"
Chu Feng walked toward the Dragon Clan's Patriarch, step by step.
"Chu Feng — you really are Chu Feng?"
"Chu Feng, listen to me — I was forced into this. I had no choice."
Though the Dragon Clan's Patriarch still did not want to believe this was Chu Feng, he hurried to explain all the same.
Because he could feel the killing intent in Chu Feng's eyes.
He had to explain — or he might die.
But even as he spoke, his hand quietly slipped toward the Universe Bag at his waist.
In one seamless, unnoticed motion, he retrieved a talisman from the Universe Bag and immediately crushed it.
"Chu Feng, run!"
"Shengguang Yunyue is here too!"
Suddenly, Long Xiaoxiao screamed once more.
"Run?"
"He won't get the chance."