"So the rumor is true — the Half-step True Immortal really was killed by the Ghost-Face Old Demon?" After hearing the old man's words, the crowd grew even more shocked, though doubt still lingered.
Naturally, people instinctively turned their gazes toward the Ghost-Face Old Demon. After all, he was one of the central figures in this matter, and the answer to everything could come from him.
Upon looking, they were surprised to find that the Ghost-Face Old Demon had no intention of attacking them immediately. From the looks of it, he had deliberately allowed the elderly man to finish speaking.
"The course of events is exactly as he described."
"The Half-step True Immortal was far too arrogant. He believed that since we were both at the peak of the Martial Ancestor realm, he could certainly defeat me."
"But what he didn't know was that I had long since cultivated this Ancestral Forbidden Martial Art. So... a hundred years ago, the Half-step True Immortal was already killed by my hand."
Sure enough, facing the crowd's eager stares demanding answers, a smug smile spread across the Ghost-Face Old Demon's face.
As he spoke, his hand swept across his Universe Bag, and a silver longsword appeared in his grasp.
The moment that silver longsword emerged, a torrential wave of power surged forth once more — it was yet another Ancestral Weapon.
"Heavens, isn't that... the Half-step True Immortal's Ancestral Weapon — the Demon-Subduing Silver Serpent Sword?"
"The Ghost-Face Old Demon really did kill the Half-step True Immortal! Lord Half-step True Immortal is truly dead!!!"
If only the Ghost-Face Old Demon's own word had been needed, many would still have refused to believe it. But when they saw him produce the Half-step True Immortal's Ancestral Weapon, nearly everyone was convinced.
After all, that was the Half-step True Immortal's Ancestral Weapon — a treasure that never left his side. Unless he was dead, this semi-complete Ancestral Weapon could never have ended up in another's possession, let alone in the hands of the Ghost-Face Old Demon.
And the moment they realized the Half-step True Immortal was dead, many wore expressions of sorrow. After all, he had been one of the very few in the Hundred Refinements Realm who was willing to stand against the strong on behalf of the weak and uphold justice.
But alongside the grief, unease and terror quickly took hold once more. If even the renowned Half-step True Immortal had fallen to the Ghost-Face Old Demon, then today, perhaps even Chu Feng would have no way to defeat him.
After all, the Half-step True Immortal had been hailed as the strongest fighter beneath the True Immortal realm in the entire Hundred Refinements Realm.
If even he was no match for the Ghost-Face Old Demon, then surely no one beneath the True Immortal realm could hope to defeat the Ghost-Face Old Demon.
"Heh heh heh..." Seeing the crowd gripped by fear and panic, the Ghost-Face Old Demon let out a series of cold laughs.
"I've changed my mind. Now... as long as you are willing to kneel, admit your wrongs, and shout that the Half-step True Immortal deserved to die, I will spare your lives." The Ghost-Face Old Demon's voice was calm and indifferent.
"Really?" The moment these words left the Ghost-Face Old Demon's mouth, someone immediately spoke up.
At the same time, a gleam of light appeared in the eyes of many, as though they had glimpsed a sliver of dawn in a place where death seemed certain.
"Of course it's true. I have always kept my word." The Ghost-Face Old Demon grinned with an eerie smile.
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No sooner had the Ghost-Face Old Demon finished speaking than people began dropping to their knees, and their numbers grew with each passing moment.
"Fellow citizens, do not kneel before such a despicable man! I, Chu Feng, can guarantee your survival!" Seeing this, Chu Feng hurriedly called out.
"What? You can guarantee our survival? With your pitiful Half-Ancestor cultivation? What right do you have? If it weren't for that formation, forget Lord Ghost-Face — even Hun Lian would have killed you many times over!" someone shouted.
"Please, trust me," Chu Feng said.