"What you're wearing—is that armor forged from Blood-Devouring Worms? You used that to break into the depths of the Blood-Devouring Killing Array?"
"Yin Yang Immortal—was he killed by you? No, no, no. In my eyes, it wasn't you. It should've been Xian Meow Meow. Honestly, Xian Meow Meow is far more powerful than you. Even though you possess the same strength as the Palace Master, you can't even compare to Xian Meow Meow. So what gives you the right to measure yourself against the Palace Master?"
Mieshi Immortal descended from the sky, landing beside Chu Feng.
At that moment, Chu Feng said nothing. He simply stared at Mieshi Immortal with a vicious, hateful gaze—one so terrifying that it made even Mieshi Immortal uncomfortable.
"What are you looking at? I said don't look!" Mieshi Immortal brought his foot down, stomping hard on Chu Feng's left arm. The force was enough to snap the bone clean through.
Yet Chu Feng's eyes refused to shift even slightly. He continued to glare at Mieshi Immortal with that same ferocious hatred. He wanted to engrave this man into his memory. As long as he survived, he would make him pay for everything he had done today.
"I told you to look—I told you to look!" Mieshi Immortal used his foot to stomp repeatedly over Chu Feng's body, shattering every bone until there was not a single one left intact, let alone his internal organs and the surface of his body.
"Hmph. A pile of mud that can't even be propped up against a wall. This is the real you." Mieshi Immortal let out a cold snort, then drifted away.
Now only Chu Feng remained. There was not a single inch of bone in his body that hadn't been crushed—every last one had been ground to fragments, to say nothing of his organs and skin.
Chu Feng truly resembled a heap of mangled flesh and blood. He was covered head to toe in crimson, and amid that red, one could see the splinters of pulverized bone.
Pain. Of course there was pain. But it was nothing compared to the agony in his heart.
He had watched so many people die before his very eyes, utterly powerless to do anything about it. That feeling was truly suffocating.
"Chu Feng, if you're a man, then stand up. Don't let their schemes succeed. Don't let yourself truly be beaten into the ground."
"You are weaker than them right now—yes. But that's only because you haven't grown yet. They've been cultivating for thousands of years, even tens of thousands. You? Barely more than a decade."
"If they've cultivated for that long and still can't suppress you, then they should truly be ashamed."
"But likewise, if you cultivated for as long as they have, they would never be able to suppress you."
At that moment, Her Majesty's voice rang out. Her tone was stern, yet beneath it there was far more encouragement than rebuke.
"Don't worry, Egg. I can be beaten into the ground, but I will always get back up. The dignity they've stolen from me—I will reclaim it. And the pain they've inflicted on me, I will return a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold."
As Chu Feng spoke, his barrier power surged forth. At the same time, the Vermilion Bird Revival Technique enveloped his entire body. Under the combined effect, his frame was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.
Chu Feng rose to his feet and surveyed his surroundings. The more he looked, the more it hurt—yet he refused to look away. He wanted to sear this pain into his memory, to make today's agony something he would never forget.
"Sooner or later, I'll make them realize that humiliating me today but letting me live was their greatest mistake." Killing intent blazed in Chu Feng's eyes. He swore that today's humiliation would be repaid in full.
Boom—
But just then, the ground in the distance suddenly erupted, fragments of stone tumbling across the earth as a crimson pillar of light shot straight into the sky.
It was Little Red!
"Master! Master!" Little Red rushed straight toward Chu Feng. Tears rolled from her tiny eyes.
"Little Red, how are you alive?" Chu Feng was shocked. Little Red had been on Xian Meow Meow's body. If Xian Meow Meow was dead, she shouldn't have survived either.
"She was always going to survive." Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.