Swish— Just then, Chu Feng reached out with a grab, pulling Kongdou Moyuan—who was covered in blood and lying face down on the ground—from a distance into his hand.
"If there's nothing else, then I'll be taking my leave now."
After saying this, Chu Feng brought Zhao Hong with him as he rose into the air, flying off into the distance.
However, he had not gone far before he suddenly stopped, turning his gaze to the crowd gathered there, and spoke: "You've all witnessed what happened today. So I'll give you a word of advice—those who have any connection to me, you'd better think long and hard before you make a move."
"Otherwise, I, Chu Feng, guarantee that your fate will be far worse than what happened to them today."
Having said that, Chu Feng paid no attention to the expressions on everyone's faces and soared away without another glance.
The crowd that remained behind wore faces ashen with dread.
Though Chu Feng's words had been incredibly arrogant, he absolutely had the capital to back up that arrogance.
Even Zhou Yuluo, a True Immortal, had been forced to swallow his anger in silence. What could they, Martial Ancestors, possibly do?
Though a lingering sense of fear gripped them, they also felt a measure of relief—relief that they had witnessed this scene with their own eyes.
What had happened today would become bragging material for the rest of their lives.
After all, a Martial Ancestor forcing a True Immortal to back down—this was something that had never happened before in the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm.
Once word of this got out, it would undoubtedly shake the entire Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm and become the most shocking news imaginable.
Even as they celebrated their fortune, people instinctively turned their gaze toward Zhou Yuluo. After all, apart from Chu Feng, he was the other principal figure in this entire affair.
"What are you staring at? Every last one of you—get lost!"
Zhou Yuluo let out an enraged roar, not only shaking heaven and earth, but sending his oppressive might sweeping outward.
That pressure was extraordinarily powerful. Even though most of those present were peak Martial Ancestors, not a single one could withstand it.
In an instant, these renowned experts of the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm were blown away like fallen leaves, scattered by the force of his aura.
All the pent-up frustration Zhou Yuluo had been harboring was vented, in that moment, upon the onlookers.
Seeing Zhou Yuluo's fury unleashed, the bystanders dared not linger a second longer.
After regaining their footing, not one of them dared to look back. They scrambled away with all their might, crawling and tumbling over each other as they fled into the distance.
They feared that Zhou Yuluo's rage would not subside—and that he might actually kill them.
In the blink of an eye, only Zhou Yuluo and Zhuge Mingren remained at the scene.
Of course, the two of them were not entirely alone. There were also three corpses—Dugu Jianxu, the Wine-and-Meat Monk, and Zhou Fukong, still cradled in Zhou Yuluo's arms.
"This is all your fault. You made me lose all face today—I'm going to be the laughingstock of the entire Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm." Zhou Yuluo turned his gaze toward Zhuge Mingren, his eyes filled with resentment.
"Sigh." Facing Zhou Yuluo in such a state, Zhuge Mingren could only let out a helpless sigh before speaking: "No matter how you feel about me, I am the only one who knows that my intervention today saved your life."
"Furthermore, I advise you—after you return to your clan, do not provoke your Zhou Heavenly Clan into going to war with Chu Feng."
"I saw that scene with my own eyes that day. Had Chu Feng not shown mercy, the Kong Heavenly Clan would have already been annihilated. I do not wish for the day to come when the Zhou Heavenly Clan becomes the second Kong Heavenly Clan."
With that, Zhuge Mingren stepped into the sky and departed.
Only Zhou Yuluo remained at the scene, cradling Zhou Fukong in his arms, his expression shifting between dark and light.
After a long while, he suddenly threw open his mouth and let out a piercing roar.
The sound was excruciatingly shrill, carrying for miles and reverberating across the vast sky for a long time.
Even Chu Feng and Zhao Hong, who had left first, heard that furious roar.
"That's Zhou Yuluo's voice. It seems he really was infuriated by you," Zhao Hong said to Chu Feng.
At that moment, her face was brimming with elation. There was not the slightest trace of fear or regret for having killed Dugu Jianxu, Zhou Fukong, and the others. On the contrary, she looked thoroughly pleased and exhilarated.