"Chu Feng, don't kill me, I beg you, don't kill me, don't kill me!!!"
The Soul Infant Sect Master had actually begun begging Chu Feng for mercy.
"Don't want to die?"
"Then fine—kneel down, kowtow to me, and beg for mercy."
Chu Feng said this to the Soul Infant Sect Master. He had taken the very demand the Soul Infant Sect Master had previously imposed on Zi Xunyi and turned it right back on the sect master himself.
As he spoke, the blood-colored flames coiling around the Soul Infant Sect Master loosened their grip.
The meaning was clear—kneel and beg.
"Chu Feng, let me go, let me go! As long as you spare my life, I'll agree to anything you want!"
The Soul Infant Sect Master, for his part, was remarkably decisive. He knelt straight down in midair and kowtowed to Chu Feng over and over, begging for mercy without the slightest hesitation.
His movements were practically seamless—there wasn't a trace of reluctance.
Of course, Chu Feng had long anticipated this.
Most villains were the type who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Before those beneath them, they were unyielding tough guys; before the powerful, their true colors emerged instantly, and they became cowardly wretches terrified of death.
It wasn't that there were no tough villains at all—there certainly were, but they were relatively few.
This was understandable, after all. The fear of death was only human nature.
Setting aside villains—even among good people, most were still afraid of dying.
In short, those who truly feared no death were in the minority.
"Chu Feng, spare me! I'll do whatever you want!"
When the Soul Infant Sect Master saw that Chu Feng wasn't responding, his pleas grew ever more desperate. Though he was suspended high in the air, each kowtow produced a resonant boom—and he had even banged his head until it was split and bleeding.
It was clear he was putting genuine effort into this display of contrition.
"When you slaughtered those infants, did you ever think there would come a day like this?" Chu Feng asked the Soul Infant Sect Master.
"You… what do you mean?" The Soul Infant Sect Master's pupils contracted as a sense of dread washed over him.
"I want you to pay the price." The moment Chu Feng finished speaking, several more ribbons of blood-colored flame shot forward and coiled tightly around the Soul Infant Sect Master.
"I've already begged you for mercy—why do you still insist on killing me?"
"Aaaargh— damn it, let me go!!!"
"Chu Feng, you're going back on your word!!!"
The Soul Infant Sect Master shrieked in agony even as he hurled accusations at Chu Feng.
"You're wrong. I, Chu Feng, have always kept my word. I told you from the start that you would die a wretched death."
"So if I said you'd die a wretched death, then a wretched death you shall have."
"Everything after that—completely invalid." Chu Feng said with cutting sarcasm.
"YOU!!!"
The Soul Infant Sect Master was so furious he gnashed his teeth, but he was utterly powerless to do anything about it.
He had come to realize that the gap between his own strength and that of the Evil God Sword was so vast they weren't even on the same level.
His only regret was that he hadn't realized this sooner.
"Save me! SAVE ME!!!"
Suddenly, the Soul Infant Sect Master began screaming and struggling with renewed desperation.
Chu Feng's eyes narrowed. He suddenly realized that this cry for help wasn't directed at him—there was someone else.
Did the Soul Infant Sect Master have someone behind him?
"Who are you talking to?" Chu Feng asked in a cold voice.
But the Soul Infant Sect Master didn't answer. He simply kept screaming the words "save me."
"If you don't tell me, I will make you wish you were dead," Chu Feng said icily.
Sure enough, the moment those words left his mouth, the Soul Infant Sect Master's screams grew even more agonized.