With that, Sacred Light White-Browed Elder swung his Noble Weapon once more.
The Nine Soul Sacred Clan elder and what remained of Daoist Zhang's already mangled body grew even more wretched.
As their heart-rending screams echoed through the air, Chu Feng felt not a shred of pity—only a satisfying sense of catharsis.
Today, had Chu Feng not held leverage, or had Sacred Light White-Browed Elder and the others not arrived in time, his fate would have been one thing and one thing only: death.
These people from the Nine Soul Sacred Clan would never have shown mercy. No one would have pitied him. They would have mocked him, even.
This was the world of martial cultivation—the strong devoured the weak, the victor was king and the loser was nothing. A world so realistic it was cruel.
And so toward these enemies, Chu Feng naturally felt no pity whatsoever.
As for why he felt such satisfaction—it was because the people of the Nine Soul Heavenly River had always looked down upon the Sacred Light Heavenly River. They hadn't even bothered to learn anything about it.
In their eyes, the Sacred Light Heavenly River was a backwater—a patch of barren wilderness.
They looked down on the Sacred Light Heavenly River and its people from the very bottom of their hearts.
Forget those of extraordinary cultivation and status—even those with weak cultivation and low standing would scoff at the Sacred Light Heavenly River.
It was an innate sense of superiority.
And now, all of these lofty individuals had been killed by the hands of someone from the Sacred Light Heavenly River. As a fellow member of the Sacred Light Heavenly River, Chu Feng naturally felt a great weight lifted off his chest.
But at the same time, he couldn't help but admire Sacred Light White-Browed Elder's methods.
A bit ruthless, perhaps—but his impression of the man had only improved.
Against enemies, one must never be soft-hearted. All the more so for someone of Sacred Light White-Browed Elder's stature.
"Young Hero Chu Feng, why don't we head inside first?"
After a brief bout of torture, Sacred Light White-Browed Elder suddenly stopped and looked toward Chu Feng.
Torturing Daoist Zhang and the Nine Soul Sacred Clan elder was meant to vent Chu Feng's anger. But he knew that Chu Feng's true objective was Princess Xiaoxiao.
"Let's go."
As Chu Feng spoke, he leaped through the barrier gate.
Daoist Niantian and Sacred Light Buyu immediately followed him inside.
After restraining Daoist Zhang and the Nine Soul Sacred Clan elder, Sacred Light White-Browed Elder brought them along and entered the barrier gate as well.
The reason they hadn't killed them went beyond mere torture—keeping them alive might still prove useful.
After all, the two of them should be the most familiar with this place.
Once they passed through the barrier gate, they entered a strange space. It stretched endlessly in every direction, a vast expanse of pitch-black darkness with no sign of the world's edges.
It felt somewhat like being adrift in the boundless cosmos, except there were no stars—just an immense, lightless void.
Fortunately, there was a path beneath their feet, paved by the power of the barrier.
This path guided Chu Feng and the others forward.
But this path, forged from barrier energy, was rather peculiar.
It was imbued with a formation. Every so often after a stretch of walking, it would freeze everyone in place, preventing them from moving any further.
To continue onward, they had to break through it.
Fortunately, with Daoist Niantian present, breaking through was no great challenge.
Chu Feng now knew that Daoist Niantian's barrier technique had reached the Dragon Transformation Eighth Stage.
Chu Feng's own barrier technique, on the other hand, was only at the Dragon Transformation Third Stage.
In terms of barrier technique alone, the gap between Chu Feng and Daoist Niantian was enormous. Chu Feng could have broken through this barrier on his own, but nowhere near as quickly as Daoist Niantian.