"This is absolutely true. Two years ago, I saw it with my own eyes — Chu Feng used this very sword to slay the head elder of the Kong Heavenly Clan. Even the patriarch of the Kong Heavenly Clan was no match for him."
"Brother Zhou, I urge you not to act impulsively, or else… the consequences will be unimaginable." Zhuge Mingren spoke with a grave expression.
"So the demonic weapon rumors are all true?"
Seeing how serious Zhuge Mingren looked, the others present couldn't help but begin to wonder whether the events of the past were real.
After all, Zhuge Mingren was a man of considerable prestige in the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm. His words carried a good deal of credibility.
Hearing rumors was one thing, but when someone like Zhuge Mingren said it to your face with that level of seriousness, it hit differently.
And then there was Chu Feng — standing there with an air of absolute confidence, completely unfazed.
So at this moment, many among the crowd found themselves wavering between belief and doubt regarding the matter of the demonic weapon.
As the saying goes, when something doesn't concern you, you don't worry about it. But when it does concern you, you'd better tread carefully.
Zhou Yuluo was the one currently trapped in this awkward predicament.
If he made a move against Chu Feng now, there were only two possible outcomes.
Either the demonic weapon in Chu Feng's hand was fake, in which case he would simply kill Chu Feng and be done with it.
Or the demonic weapon was real, and his attack would provoke Chu Feng into killing him instead.
"Chu Feng, we've never met before and have no grudges between us. There's no need to come to blows the moment we cross paths. Why don't we talk this over?"
After a moment of hesitation, Zhou Yuluo not only withdrew his raised hand but also pulled back his killing intent and oppressive aura.
Gone was his previous arrogance, gone was his towering fury. In its place, a false smile crept across his lips.
Everyone knew that smile was forced — it certainly didn't come from the heart.
But everyone also knew why Zhou Yuluo was acting this way.
He was afraid.
Yes, genuinely afraid. He feared that the demonic weapon in Chu Feng's hand was the real deal — truly capable of slaying a True Immortal.
And when Zhou Yuluo actually backed down, Zhou Fukong was utterly dumbfounded. His feeling was like a drowning man who finally grabs hold of a piece of wood, only to realize at the moment he thinks he's been saved that it's nothing more than a blade of straw — utterly useless.
"Elder Zhou, save me!!!"
In desperation, he cried out for help, terrified that Zhou Yuluo would abandon him.
"Shut your mouth." Zhou Yuluo barked at Zhou Fukong, then turned to Chu Feng and said:
"Chu Feng, I don't know what exactly happened between you all today."
"But those bodies — Dugu Jianxu and the Gluttonous Monk — are right there. I believe their deaths are connected to you."
"I killed them. What about it?" Chu Feng asked.
"Then why did you kill them?" Zhou Yuluo pressed.
"They tried to kill me and my friend. Why would I not kill those who want me dead?" Chu Feng shot back.
"If you say so, then you must have your reasons. I won't argue the point."
"But Chu Feng, I must remind you — those two were no ordinary people. Neither of them was someone you could just kill on a whim."
"And since you did kill them, you must be prepared to bear the consequences." Zhou Yuluo said.
"I hardly need you to remind me of that," Chu Feng replied.
"Good. Since you've already thought this through, then I'll say no more about it. I have only one request today — for the sake of my face, could you let Zhou Fukong go?" Zhou Yuluo said.
Hearing these words, the crowd was first stunned. Then they exchanged glances and saw thick surprise mirrored in each other's eyes.
A request. The mighty True Immortal Zhou Yuluo had actually used the word "request" when speaking to Chu Feng.
Given his status, this couldn't even be called being polite — it was outright deference.
Zhou Yuluo had already yielded. In everyone's eyes, Chu Feng ought to give him the face and spare Zhou Fukong's life.
Letting the matter end here would be good for both sides.
"I already said it — I'm taking Zhou Fukong's life, and that's final." But Chu Feng had no intention of granting Zhou Yuluo that face.