"You're courting death."
But the moment the peak Martial Emperor within the palace flew out, before he could even get close to the young man, a massive hand clamped around his throat.
It was one of the two elders who had arrived with the young man.
The elder first gripped the throat of the peak Martial Emperor from the palace, then exerted a sudden burst of force. With a crisp crack, the peak Martial Emperor's neck was snapped, and he died on the spot.
Even Chu Feng hadn't expected this.
He hadn't imagined that the elder would kill someone the very first move — the method was far too domineering.
After all, they were the ones who had come here to cause trouble. They were clearly in the wrong!
"Heavens, that aura — is that peak Martial Venerate?"
In the next instant, everyone present wore expressions of terror. Whether it was the people inside the palace or those outside, all were gripped by fear.
They were, after all, inhabitants of the Totem Galaxy. Even those who had come from the Lower Realms had seen the world — and many of them had felt the aura of a peak Martial Venerate before.
So when that gaunt elder revealed his aura, despite the vast gap in their cultivation, they were still able to determine that his cultivation had reached the peak of Martial Venerate.
However, the young man seemed to have long grown accustomed to such a scene.
He let out a smug laugh, then walked straight over to the female disciple of the Nameless Sect and reached out with his hand.
Riiip—
He tore apart more than half of the woman's clothing in a single motion. All that remained of her garments was a thin inner garment, barely preserving her modesty.
"Senior Brother, save me!"
The woman shrieked in terror and turned to the handsome young man as well as the other fellow disciples for help.
But none of those senior and junior brothers dared to make a sound.
It wasn't that they didn't want to help — it was that having just witnessed the peak Martial Emperor inside the palace being killed, they were afraid.
Afraid that if they interfered, they too would be killed.
So not to mention the other disciples, even that arrogant, boastful handsome young disciple who had been loudly proclaiming he would protect the female disciple — even he was pretending not to see a thing.
"Trash like them — how could they ever dare to stand up for you?"
"Just behave yourself and serve this young master well. If you make me comfortable, not only will I spare your life, I'll spare the lives of all your fellow disciples as well."
"But if you refuse, this young master will wipe out your entire sect."
The young man looked at the female disciple and spoke.
"If you want me to serve you, you'll have to kill me first."
Though the female disciple had always appeared soft and delicate, she was in fact a woman of backbone.
Facing imminent catastrophe, she chose not to submit. Instead, she drew her blade and swung it toward herself.
However, before the blade could even touch her, the young man snatched it away.
"You want to kill yourself? Then I suppose you don't care if your sect gets destroyed?" the young man said.
The female disciple said nothing. Of course she cared — but she was unwilling to submit.
"Junior Sister Yue, just give in to him."
"Forget about yourself — can't you at least think about us?"
And then came the scene that shattered all hope.
Among her own fellow disciples, voices actually rose urging her to comply — urging her to listen to the young man's demands.
Hearing these words, the woman was first struck with shock, then her face filled with despair. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Kill me."
"Kill you?"
"That would be so boring."
"Since you won't obey willingly, then I'll force you to obey."
As the young man spoke, he used his oppressive aura to bind the female disciple's body.
Then, using that same pressure, he took control of her hand and made her remove what little remained of her clothing.
In that moment, though the woman could no longer control her own body, tears streamed down her cheeks without cease.
She couldn't even choose death — she could only be manipulated and humiliated at another's whim. The despair was beyond words.
Whoosh—
But just then, her body suddenly regained its freedom. More than that, a set of clothing draped over her, shielding her exposed form from view.
Looking closely, two figures had appeared before her.
In that instant, every disciple of the Nameless Sect was stunned.
Because they recognized these two — they were the very same ones whom that handsome young disciple had mocked as cowards back at the Dao Temple.
They stood frozen, utterly unable to believe that these two would show up here.
The female disciple was equally stunned.
Because she realized that these two had come to save her.
But no matter how she racked her thoughts, she could never have imagined that when even those senior brothers who had fawned over her day in and day out — those who had spent every moment by her side — had abandoned her…
Two outsiders had come to help her.
"Kid, you dare interfere with my fun — are you looking to die?"
The young man asked coldly.
Aaaargh—
However, the instant the words left his mouth, he let out a wretched scream, his entire body sent flying backward, drenched in blood.
It was Chu Feng. A single punch through the air had punched straight through the young man's stomach.
Chu Feng was no Bodhisattva. He never held himself up as the savior of all living beings. There were times when Chu Feng would simply stand by and watch.
But there were three kinds of people Chu Feng could never bear to see bullied.
The elderly, children, and women.
Based on what Chu Feng had observed, this young man had almost certainly not come here to purchase materials. He was merely passing through when he happened to spot the woman, and his lustful thoughts took over, prompting him to descend.