"A peerless genius, a once-in-a-generation monster, heh heh..."
At that moment, the World-Ending Immortal gazed at Chu Feng with a beaming smile, his eyes dripping with mockery.
"Chu Feng, never mind being dog shit in the eyes of the Palace Master—you're nothing but dog shit in my eyes as well." The World-Ending Immortal looked at Chu Feng and spoke.
"Mieshi, what exactly do you want?!" the golden-haired elder roared in fury, because the World-Ending Immortal's oppressive aura had already enveloped them all, filling them with unease.
"What do I want? I want every last one of you to die." The World-Ending Immortal let out an eerie grin, then clawed at the void. The martial force in that stretch of space instantly merged into his palm.
Then, his palm opened wide, and he swept it lightly through the air. As the martial force scattered, it transformed into nine gleaming golden short swords that hovered in midair.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, the man pointed downward, and one short sword tore through the air, heading straight for an ancient elf's Dantian, plunging down.
The sword's speed was slow—slower, even, than a normal object falling from the sky.
At such a speed, anyone with Chu Feng's level of cultivation could have dodged it.
But unfortunately, the World-Ending Immortal's oppressive force was not only enveloping them—it was binding them. They could not move even a muscle and could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded.
Pfft—
At last, the short sword pierced into the ancient elf's Dantian. As blood seeped out, the elf clenched his teeth tight and didn't even let out a single cry of pain.
"Impressive tolerance. Let's see how long you can keep that up."
The World-Ending Immortal smiled coldly, then lightly rotated his finger. The short sword began to slowly twist, spiraling deeper into the ancient elf's Dantian.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Under the World-Ending Immortal's cruel methods, the ancient elf could endure no longer and began to scream in heart-rending agony.
That pain was far more than a simple spiraling stab—otherwise, his veins wouldn't have bulged out while his face turned deathly pale.
"There we go. That's what I wanted—to hear you scream. Only after screaming can you die." Seeing the elf writhing in unbearable torment, the World-Ending Immortal smiled with satisfaction. Then he hooked his finger, and with a resounding "bang," the ancient elf exploded.
"No!!!"
In that instant, Xian Miaomiao and all the remaining ancient elves screamed hysterically, their voices filled with both fury and utter unwillingness.
The ancient elves had always stood high above others, yet now they were nothing but fish on a chopping block, helpless against the blade. Watching their clansmen die one after one while being powerless to do anything—it was a torture beyond endurance for them.
"If you've got the guts, come at me! Kill me! Don't hurt them—come and kill me!" Chu Feng shouted in rage.
Yet the World-Ending Immortal paid him no mind, busy collecting the Universe Bags and treasures of the dead. Only after he had gathered everything did he turn to Chu Feng with a smile and say: "No, no, no—killing you would spoil the fun. I want you to suffer until you can't take it anymore."
Whoosh—
With that, another short sword flew out—and this time, it struck the golden-haired elder.
"Uncle!!!"
By now, Xian Miaomiao's face was streaked with tears, her delicate body trembling with sobs.
But crying could change nothing. Blood sprayed like rain as the golden-haired elder died a gruesome death right before Chu Feng and the others.
After that, the World-Ending Immortal struck again and again, and six more short swords shot downward in succession. Each time a short sword flew, one more ancient elf fell.
Now only one short sword remained—and at Chu Feng's side, only one person was left alive: the little princess of the ancient elves, Xian Miaomiao.