"Chu Feng, what do you think you are? You think you're the strong one? The strength lies in Lord Jie Ranqing's bloodline, and Lord Spirit Realm Immortal King's formations."
"You're still nothing but trash — and a coward at that, only able to flex by borrowing the power of our Seven Worlds Sacred Palace."
"Think you can stand against our Seven Worlds Sacred Palace? Know your place!"
Among the crowd, the red-haired man spoke out to humiliate Chu Feng once more.
Immediately, numerous juniors echoed his words, hurling insults without end.
Even though today's battle had seen even Saint-level elders outmatched.
Even though today's battle proved they were all nothing but protected insects.
And yet they still dared to insult Chu Feng.
Because no matter how great Chu Feng's talent was, he was still all alone.
Not just the Seven Worlds Sacred Palace — any of the other colossal powers could wipe Chu Feng out with ease.
And they, even if their talents couldn't compare to Chu Feng's, had the mighty Seven Worlds Sacred Palace backing them. They remained beings far above the rest, still able to live better lives than Chu Feng, still able to hurl insults at him without fear.
BOOM—
But the moment his mocking words fell, a thunderous roar erupted from the distance. Before the red-haired man could even process what was happening, he felt someone grab his throat in a crushing grip.
Before his eyes, golden light blazed in every direction.
Looking closely, it was none other than Chu Feng, standing right in front of him, his hand locked around his neck.
Chu Feng had shattered the barrier set by the Grand Elder in the blink of an eye.
Not just him!!!
Countless golden chains burst forth from behind Chu Feng, shooting through the crowd with deliberate precision.
Every single person who had insulted Chu Feng moments ago now had one of those golden barrier chains wrapped around their throat.
Chu Feng's arm tensed slightly, and the red-haired man was hoisted high into the air.
Looking at this man — the same red-haired fellow who had repeatedly humiliated and provoked him back in the Sacred Palace district — Chu Feng felt not a shred of anger. He simply asked, in a calm voice:
"Your Seven Worlds Sacred Palace is so powerful, then — if I kill you right now, can they save you?"
The red-haired man's gaze darted into the distance. He could see the Saint-level elder and the Grand Elder both closing in on Chu Feng's position.
But they couldn't get through at all — two armored warriors had blocked every one of them.
"Ch-Chu Feng, I... I... I..."
The red-haired man panicked, his lips trembling, tears streaming from sheer terror. He opened his mouth to beg for mercy.
But before the words of pleading could leave his lips, Chu Feng's palm applied just a little more pressure.
Squelch—
The red-haired man's neck was crushed to fragments in Chu Feng's grip. Head separated from body, life extinguished right then and there.
Seeing Chu Feng kill the red-haired man, those juniors who had been insulting him earlier and were now chained by their throats were consumed by panic.
Men and women alike — some struggled desperately, some wailed in agony, and many were so terrified that they wet themselves.
All the glory and dignity they once held had been utterly obliterated.
And at that moment, Chu Feng turned around, his gaze fierce and murderous, like a god of slaughter, fixing his eyes upon them.
"What about you? Can your Seven Worlds Sacred Palace save you?"
The words had barely left Chu Feng's mouth before he even bothered to wait for an answer. A cold, ruthless glint flashed through his eyes.
In an instant, blood sprayed through the air like blossoming lotus flowers.
In the span of a single heartbeat, tens of thousands of juniors were decapitated, their lives taken by Chu Feng's hand.
Among those killed were not only juniors who were several hundred years old, but also young ones who had not yet reached a hundred. Many of them were extraordinary prodigies of exceptional talent.
"Chu Feng, I will tear you to pieces!!!!"
Seeing so many juniors slaughtered, countless elders burned with bloodshot eyes, truly wishing they could tear Chu Feng apart with their bare hands.
But to their impotent roars, Chu Feng paid no heed. He simply raised his head and looked directly at the Seven Worlds Master.
High above in the void, the Seven Worlds Master had already gained the upper hand. Given more time, even that powerful armored warrior would eventually fall.
But Chu Feng remained utterly unfazed.
"Seven Worlds Master, you couldn't stop me from killing your juniors — now I'm leaving. Can you stop me?" Chu Feng asked.
"You lowly wretch — running away, are you?" the Seven Worlds Master said in a cold voice.
"Heh…"
Chu Feng let out a faint laugh, then spoke:
"Seven Worlds Master, mark my words — treat my mother well. I will come back to take her away from this rotting place."
"When I return, if anything has happened to my mother, it won't be as simple as killing a few tens of thousands of your juniors."
"I will make your Seven Worlds Sacred Palace cease to exist in this vast cultivation world. Permanently."
As his words fell, the ten armored warriors crumbled apart, their power transforming into a stream of teleportation energy — like a cascade of sacred light pouring down from the sky and surging into Chu Feng's body.
Seeing this, the Seven Worlds Master and every member of the Seven Worlds Sacred Palace tried to stop it.
But they couldn't!!!
The power of the imprint still lingered, the warriors' energy was still dispersing, but Chu Feng had already vanished without a trace.
He was gone.
Chu Feng had escaped, just like that.
High above in the void, the Seven Worlds Master also disappeared — presumably in pursuit of Chu Feng.
As for this place, though so many people still remained, not a single sound could be heard.