"I will claim Zhou Fukong's life today — this is not up for debate."
The moment those words left Chu Feng's lips, they struck like a bolt of thunder into the hearts of everyone present, startling every last person there.
Never mind the others — even Zhou Yuluo himself was momentarily stunned.
What was this? A mere Martial Ancestor daring to challenge a True Immortal? The sheer audacity was staggering.
"Chu Feng, I don't care what's going on with the lightning mark on your forehead."
"I don't care where that secret technique hovering above your head came from."
"But at the end of the day, you're nothing more than a Martial Ancestor. You are no match for me, nor are you worthy of being my opponent."
"Now, I ask, and you answer. If you cooperate, I'll let it slide."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for taking your wretched life."
Zhou Yuluo's aura was overwhelming, his confidence absolute — domineering and arrogant in equal measure.
At this, the onlookers gathered around couldn't help but reveal mocking smiles.
They knew full well that Chu Feng was powerful. After today, most of them would probably agree that beneath the True Immortal realm, there was likely no one who could rival Chu Feng.
His strength — they acknowledged that much.
But if Chu Feng thought he could challenge Zhou Yuluo, then in their eyes, he was still just an egg hurled against a stone.
"Chu Feng, maybe we should—" Even Zhao Hong, who had always been fearless, couldn't help but try to talk him down.
She wasn't afraid of death herself, but she didn't want her own grudges to drag Chu Feng into this as well.
Chu Feng seemed to understand what she was about to say, because before Zhao Hong could finish, he cut in:
"Zhao Hong, there's no need to say anything else. I will make sure you take Zhou Fukong's life today."
"Arrogant fool — what gives you the right?" Zhou Fukong demanded furiously.
Before Zhou Yuluo had arrived, he wouldn't have dared speak to Chu Feng this way. But in his view, once Zhou Yuluo showed up, Chu Feng should have been terrified — should have apologized, should have fallen to his knees and begged for mercy.
Pfft—
Bwagh—
But the instant Zhou Fukong finished speaking, a massive mouthful of blood erupted from his lips.
The ancient battle axe had plunged even deeper, and the crushing pressure was something Zhou Fukong simply could not endure.
"Insolent!"
Seeing Chu Feng continue his assault on Zhou Fukong right in front of him, Zhou Yuluo's face twisted with fury.
After all, this was a blatant show of disregard — Chu Feng was treating him as if he didn't exist, and that was something no amount of pride could tolerate.
He made his decision then and there. Regardless of whatever background Chu Feng might have, today he would teach this boy a lesson he would never forget.
Cling—clang—clang—
But just at that moment, a long sword suddenly appeared in Chu Feng's palm.
It was not the Gale Blade, nor was it the Infernal Dragon Greatsword. It was that other sword — the Evil God Sword.
"That is...?"
The moment the Evil Gas Sword was revealed, the expressions of everyone present shifted.
It wasn't fear that changed their faces — it was shock.
After all, before the Evil God Sword displayed its true power, it looked like nothing more than a half-finished Emperor Armament.
No one could fathom why, at such a critical juncture, Chu Feng would choose to draw a half-finished Emperor Armament.