Kong Moyu's head had been severed, yet he was not dead. It hovered before Chu Feng, laughing at him with biting sarcasm:
"Ignorant junior, I am a True Immortal. My body is indestructible. Even if you cut off my head, you cannot kill me."
"Who said I cut off your head to kill you?" Chu Feng countered.
"Then what are you after?" Kong Moyu's brow furrowed. A vague sense of dread crept into his mind from Chu Feng's words.
"Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough." Chu Feng smiled faintly, and the very next instant, his other hand pierced straight through Kong Moyu's Dantian.
"Useless. I am a True Immortal. Even if you destroy my Dantian, you cannot destroy my cultivation." Kong Moyu had expected Chu Feng to employ some novel technique against him. Seeing that it was nothing more than a conventional move, he began mocking him once more.
The power of a True Immortal was something only another True Immortal truly understood. Kong Moyu was supremely confident—confident that these petty tricks of Chu Feng's would be utterly incapable of harming him.
And with that thought, he grew completely calm. After all, Chu Feng could only contend with them because of that demonic weapon. But in the end, Kong Moyu was still a True Immortal. Chu Feng had the demonic weapon but no real cultivation—it was far from certain that he could actually kill them.
Yet Chu Feng ignored Kong Moyu entirely. Instead, he simply spoke aloud: "My Queen, would you like to know what a True Immortal's origin tastes like?"
These words were naturally meant for Eggy, but Chu Feng had not communicated them through their mental link. He had spoken them openly for everyone to hear—including Kong Moyu.
"Yes! Of course I want to!"
The Queen nodded excitedly, so enthusiastic that she even unconsciously stuck out her little tongue and licked her luscious lips. The sight was adorable and captivating. How could she not want to taste a True Immortal's origin?
"Hah, so you want to hand over my origin to your World Spirit to refine?"
"Chu Feng, I don't mean to belittle you, but if you were a True Immortal, perhaps you could manage it. Right now you're merely clinging to the power of a demonic weapon to stand against me. What right do you have to refine my origin?"
"I am a True Immortal. My body is nothing like an ordinary person's. With your pathetic half-Ancestor cultivation, you don't even know where my origin resides!" Kong Moyu let out another round of mockery.
"Oh really?" Yet Chu Feng merely smiled and said, "Isn't it right here?"
Hummm—
The moment Chu Feng's voice fell, a tremendous suction force erupted from his palm, enveloping Kong Moyu's entire body.
"AHHH!"
The very next instant, Kong Moyu unleashed a blood-curdling scream of agony.
"H-How... how is this possible? You— you— how can you do this?! No... no... no!!!"
Kong Moyu roared in desperation, because his origin was being refined by Chu Feng.
"Not only can I find your origin," Chu Feng said, the smile on his lips deepening, "I can also make you wish you were dead."
But his smile was not merely eerie—it was wicked. Never before had such a smile appeared on Chu Feng's face. It was as though... this was not Chu Feng at all.
"Stop! Stop!!!" Kong Moyu's face was twisted in pain, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
His True Immortal origin was being refined by Chu Feng, and on top of that, he was experiencing a kind of suffering he had never known before—a pain beyond endurance.
"If you want me to stop, then beg me," Chu Feng said.
"..." Kong Moyu clearly refused to beg Chu Feng for mercy. He clenched his teeth and fell silent.
But Chu Feng seemed to have anticipated this reaction. His smile continued to widen as he stared down at Kong Moyu, simply waiting for him to break.
At this point, everyone else present was also stunned. They could not fathom how Chu Feng had accomplished this—how he could truly inflict such unbearable pain on Kong Moyu.
After all, Chu Feng was using his own bare hand, plunged into Kong Moyu's body. He had not used the demonic weapon.
Could it be that Chu Feng did not need the demonic weapon—that he himself already possessed this kind of power?
Kong Moyu's face grew more and more contorted, his complexion shifting wildly. Finally, he opened his mouth and spoke in a voice that trembled even more violently, yet had grown far weaker:
"Beg... I beg you, let me go. Please let me go."
Kong Moyu had actually begged Chu Feng for mercy.
In that moment, even Kong Yuehua and Kong Shuilian were taken aback.
Since childhood, Kong Moyu had always been an incredibly stubborn man. It seemed no one had ever seen him beg anyone for mercy before.
But now, Kong Moyu was actually begging Chu Feng.
"Heh heh..."
Yet in the face of Kong Moyu's plea, Chu Feng's smile did not change one bit—as if he had heard nothing at all.
And so, he continued to refine Kong Moyu's origin. The torment did not lessen in the slightest.
"Chu Feng, I've already begged you! Why won't you stop?!"
"Stop! Stop right now!"
"What do you want from me?!"
"Do you have any honor at all?!"
Kong Moyu roared in furious desperation.
But the smile on Chu Feng's lips only grew wider. "For someone as despicable as you, I have no need for honor."
With that, the suction force in his palm grew even stronger, and the screams Kong Moyu let out grew ever more agonized.