Upon hearing Chen Hui's words, Chu Feng still did not respond. Instead, he extended his palm toward the three corpses.
In the next moment, every treasure on their bodies drifted toward Chu Feng's palm.
Not only the treasures — even their origins were drawn into his palm.
Killing in public, seizing treasures, even refining their origins — all done in one seamless flow.
This effortless display of ruthlessness sent chills through the crowd. From the bottom of their hearts, they began to fear Chu Feng.
After all, everyone who had made it here was a prodigy in their own world, a dragon among men. None of them were harmless — nearly all had blood on their hands. But there were still tiers to killing.
One who dared to slaughter poultry was not the same as one who dared to take down a ferocious tiger.
"Fellow cultivators, if any of you wish to lodge a complaint, you're free to go find the elders. But don't bother me again. Apart from Chen Hui and the elders, I don't want to see anyone else within my sight."
Chu Feng spoke coldly, his words laced with killing intent. When those eyes swept over the crowd, they were more terrifying than any Fierce Beast, striking fear into the very soul.
Whoosh—
In an instant, the crowd scattered like startled birds, fleeing in every direction.
None dared to stay. If Chu Feng was willing to kill those three, he certainly would not show them any mercy.
In the blink of an eye, what had been a sea of people was reduced to just Chu Feng and Chen Hui.
"Those folks really got spooked," Chen Hui said with a grin. "I honestly didn't expect you'd just go ahead and do it. Those three didn't exactly have simple backgrounds."
"But that decisiveness of yours — I, Chen Hui, admire that."
Chu Feng still did not speak. Instead, he formed hand seals and pointed his arm toward the void.
In an instant, invisible barrier energy radiated outward from him in all directions.
It was a formless sealing barrier — a soundproofing barrier as well.
But it would only block the younger generation. The elders of the Seven Realms Sacred Villa would not be affected by this formation.
After setting up the barrier, Chu Feng reached out and grasped the sickle, pulling it into his palm. He then turned to face Chen Hui.
"The secret of this place lies in—"
Chu Feng had barely begun to speak when Chen Hui immediately waved his hand.
"Don't — don't tell me. I appreciate the good intentions, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I want to figure it out on my own."
"Don't let my cultivation level fool you. My comprehension may not be any worse than yours."
"Chu Feng, don't underestimate me. I could be a real rival of yours down the road," Chen Hui said confidently.
Chu Feng had indeed intended to tell Chen Hui. Though what he had just done was a trivial matter for him, that kind of justice was precisely what the vast world of martial cultivation needed most.
Chu Feng felt Chen Hui had earned the right to know the secret of this place.
But he had to admit — Chen Hui's refusal only made him think even more highly of the man.
So Chu Feng did not press the matter. A faint smile appeared on his face. "Fine. But if you ever need help, just come ask me anytime."
Their meeting had been nothing more than coincidence.
But Chen Hui — a man of some skill, a cheerful personality, and a sense of justice — had genuinely helped lighten Chu Feng's heavy heart, even if only a little.
Life had to go on. Wallowing in misery wouldn't change anything.
Chu Feng understood this perfectly well. But with Egg being so precious to him, no amount of reason could keep him from feeling the weight of it all.
Still, he knew with perfect clarity that only in his best state could he unleash his greatest power. Only then could he perform at his peak, and only then would he have the best chance of standing out in the Seven Realms Sacred Villa's entrance trial.