"So that's the demonic weapon? Truly one of a kind."
"But Chu Feng, believe me — even with the Evil God Sword in your hands, you still shouldn't fight me, because you are no match for me," the Soul Infant Sect Master said.
"Oh really?" Chu Feng let out a cold laugh as his grip on the Evil God Sword tightened.
"Chu Feng, stop!" Just then, the Queen's voice suddenly rang out.
"Chu Feng, if you want to kill him, there's no rush. Once you become a True Immortal, killing him will be easy enough — and besides, you've already obtained the method to become one."
"There's no need to use the Evil God Sword. You know its power — if you lose control of it, not only will you die, but everyone in the Hundred Refinements Mortal World will die along with you," the Queen said.
Hearing the Queen's words, the Evil God Sword that Chu Feng had already raised slowly lowered.
The Queen's reasoning was sound. Chu Feng had absolutely no control over the Evil God Sword. Unless there was truly no other choice, it was better left unused.
With that thought, Chu Feng turned around to check on Ying Mingchao's injuries.
And upon seeing Chu Feng set down the Evil God Sword, the smug satisfaction on the Soul Infant Sect Master's face grew ever thicker.
He naturally assumed that Chu Feng had been scared off by him.
But Chu Feng couldn't have cared less what others thought of him — his only concern was Ying Mingchao's condition.
"Elder Zi, don't worry. Senior Ying's injuries can be healed," Chu Feng said to Zi Xunyi.
"Really?" Zi Xunyi had been entirely at a loss regarding Ying Mingchao's injuries, but hearing Chu Feng's words was like seeing a glimmer of hope.
"I'll need your help." Chu Feng then transmitted the instructions for setting up a particular formation to Zi Xunyi.
This formation was no ordinary healing array — it was one specifically designed to purge evil energy, and it was particularly effective against Ying Mingchao's injuries.
For Ying Mingchao's condition was not a simple wound. He had been invaded by that evil power, and that was why he had fallen into such a state.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you've seen my power. So let me ask you this — if I wanted to kill you all right now, how many of you could escape?" the Soul Infant Sect Master said.
"That..."
His words sent a chill through everyone's hearts. With the Soul Infant Sect Master's current strength, killing them would be as easy as flipping his hand.
And when they looked up at the dark, roiling aura still surging through the void above, they realized with horror that every last one of them had an invisible blade pressed to their throats.
If the Soul Infant Sect Master so much as harbored a thought of killing them, they would all die — after all, even Ying Mingchao, the strongest among them, was no match for the Soul Infant Sect Master. What chance did the rest of them have?
"Don't be afraid. Although I possess the power to kill every single one of you, I won't harm a soul."
"My Soul Infant Sect has never harbored intentions of murdering innocents. From the very beginning, our sect was founded with one purpose alone — to benefit all living beings of the Hundred Refinements Mortal World. We are here to help you," the Soul Infant Sect Master said.
"Sect Master, do you... do you really mean to help us advance our cultivation?"
At that moment, many among the crowd began to believe him, for they saw no reason why the Soul Infant Sect Master would lie to them.
After all, if the Soul Infant Sect were truly a demonic faction, they could simply kill everyone right then and there. There would be no need to fabricate some elaborate lie.
Besides, they had all witnessed the power of the Soul Infant Grand Formation with their own eyes. It was real — a formation that could genuinely help one advance their cultivation.
"Of course," the Soul Infant Sect Master replied without hesitation.