"I'm no ordinary Golden Dragon God Robe," Chu Feng said with a smile.
Upon hearing those words, the old man swept his massive sleeve and actually tossed away that weapon-grade broadsword.
Then, with a thud, he dropped to his knees before Chu Feng.
"Spare me, Lord! Spare my life!!!"
"This old fool was reckless beyond measure and deserves a thousand deaths, but please, Lord, show your magnanimity and let this old man off just this once."
Seeing that he couldn't win, the old man proved remarkably decisive — he chose to beg for mercy without hesitation.
Continuing the fight would mean certain death, but begging might offer a slim chance at survival.
Seeing this, the others present also dropped to their knees one after another, kowtowing to Chu Feng and pleading for mercy.
"Let me tell you two things," Chu Feng said.
"First, I am not from the Seven Realms Sacred Palace. You can rest assured — no one from the Seven Realms Sacred Palace will come seeking revenge against you."
"Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"
Hearing this, the old man kowtowed even more frantically, thinking he had finally found a path to survival.
But Chu Feng continued: "Second, it's true that you tried to kill me just now, and I have never let those who attempt to kill me go."
Once those words left Chu Feng's mouth, his hand clenched, and a formation longsword materialized in an instant, thrusting straight toward the old man.
The old man reacted immediately — surging aura erupted from his body, and wind kicked up beneath his feet as he activated a movement martial art to dodge Chu Feng's strike.
Pssh—
But blood sprayed into the air, and Chu Feng's sword pierced clean through his chest.
Then, like a nail, it pinned the old man to the ground.
The gap in combat strength was simply too vast — the old man stood no chance against Chu Feng whatsoever.
With blood spurting from the wound, Chu Feng withdrew the sword.
He intended to kill this man, but he wouldn't let him die so easily. There were still questions he needed to ask the old man.
But just as Chu Feng was about to strike again, a small pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his leg — it was the little boy.
"Big brother, don't kill him! Don't kill the clan leader!"
"Please! If not for the clan leader, my father wouldn't exist, and without my father, I would have died long ago."
"Please, spare the clan leader!" The little boy was crying so hard he was drenched in tears.
"Lord, please, show your mercy and spare my grandfather. I'm begging you," the middle-aged man also knelt on the ground, pleading on the old man's behalf.
"Someone like him, in a family like this — and you still beg for his life?" Chu Feng asked.
"Lord, no matter what, he is still my grandfather. He is still my family."
"This whole affair started because of us, father and son. If you truly kill him, we will never know peace for the rest of our lives."
"Lord, if you truly must kill someone, then kill me and spare my grandfather." The middle-aged man spoke through his tears.
Those words were nothing but the honest truth, and it was precisely that truth that struck a chord within Chu Feng.
After all, people were different — not everyone had the stomach to be truly ruthless.
Even Chu Feng himself had once forgiven those people of the Chu Family.
So what the middle-aged man said was genuine. If Chu Feng really did kill the old man, the young man would carry that guilt for his entire life.
And that was not something Chu Feng wanted either.
"For your grandson's sake, I'll make an exception and spare your life."
"But my exceptions don't come free." As he spoke, Chu Feng's gaze fell upon the copper mirror in the old man's hand.
"Lord, this old fool was never able to master this treasure to begin with."
"And today I've committed a grievous offense. The fact that the Lord is willing to spare me is a blessing beyond measure. I can never repay this kindness, and so I offer this treasure to you willingly."
The old man ignored his injuries and knelt before Chu Feng once more, presenting the copper mirror with both hands.
Chu Feng accepted the mirror and swept its surface across the people around him.
He discovered that among those present, anyone carrying a protective formation truly did show up on the mirror.
Moreover, Chu Feng realized it wasn't only formation barriers that appeared — martial power formations showed up as well.
In that case, the protective formation his father had left him must possess an extraordinarily high level of concealment, which was why the mirror didn't pick it up.
But that was only under normal circumstances.
Chu Feng found that the treasure could be activated to reveal more.
However, activating it required a specific method — one that an ordinary Spirit World Master couldn't discern, let alone a martial cultivator.
But Chu Feng's Heavenly Eyes were more than capable of seeing through it.
So it wasn't long before Chu Feng grasped the activation method. Once he activated the mirror and aimed it at the crowd once more, those without any protective formation showed no change.
But those who did carry one now displayed varying intensities of light upon their bodies.
Then, Chu Feng turned the mirror to face himself.
Hummm—
In that instant, the mirror blazed with blinding radiance.
The sight drew everyone's attention, and when they looked closely, every single face turned pale as paper.
Some even had their mouths hanging open, unable to utter a single word.
The old man, in particular — his entire body was visibly trembling violently, his expression one that looked as though he might wet himself from sheer terror.
Through the mirror, he could see it: Chu Feng was radiating light in every direction, towering and overwhelming.
Chu Feng was someone without a protective formation? His protective formation was so powerful it defied all reckoning!
"I was blind! I was blind beyond measure!!" The old man was crying now — genuinely, forcefully frightened into tears.
He understood the magnitude of the mistake he had made.