"The hell? I'm talking to you, can't you *** hear me?"
"I told you to scram, and I meant it."
Seeing that Chu Feng hadn't left, the brawny man flew into a rage. He pointed at Chu Feng and launched into another torrent of abuse, his attitude incredibly brazen.
"Weren't you taught by your parents to be polite when speaking to strangers?" Chu Feng asked.
"What? What do you mean by that?"
The brawny man looked bewildered, clearly thrown off by Chu Feng's sudden words.
"Because you never know whether the stranger you don't understand is someone you can afford to offend," Chu Feng said.
"The hell, are you threatening me?" the brawny man asked coldly.
Chu Feng smiled faintly. "Believe it or not, I can tear your mouth to shreds without even moving."
"Who the hell do you think you are, saying something like that to me? What makes you think you can? Those two pieces of junk in your hands?" the brawny man said mockingly.
The reason he dared to be so rude to Chu Feng was that, from the very beginning, he hadn't taken Chu Feng seriously at all.
In his eyes, Chu Feng was nothing more than a beggar. A beggar daring to speak to him like that — he naturally found it laughable.
"Ha ha ha ha ha…" At that moment, many of the people present burst into laughter.
Because neither the Evil God Sword nor the Divine Dragon Blood Ruler in Chu Feng's hands had been activated by him.
Although both weapons were incredibly powerful, without being activated, no one could sense their might.
And judging by their appearance, these two weapons did indeed look rather unimpressive.
Pfft— Suddenly, a spray of blood erupted from the brawny man's face.
"Ahhh—"
The next moment, the brawny man let out an agonized scream that tore at the heart.
At first, the others were confused, but when the brawny man turned around, everyone's faces changed in horror. Some were even trembling.
The brawny man's face was covered in blood. His jaw had been completely torn apart. The sight was absolutely terrifying.
"What happened? Did he do that?"
At that moment, panic set in. Only now did they realize that the young man standing before them was not nearly as simple as they had imagined.
Everyone wiped the mocking smiles from their faces. Their gazes toward Chu Feng were now filled with dread, as if they were looking upon a devil.
Although they still gripped their weapons and maintained battle-ready stances, not a single one dared to make a move against Chu Feng. Instead… they were all retreating with trembling steps.
Just then, the Martial Ancestor-level cultivator among their group stepped forward.
He was an elderly man who appeared to be the leader of the group, and his cultivation was indeed the strongest among them.
"We are from the Zhao Residence in Luofeng City. I am Zhao Pingyang," the old man said to Chu Feng.
His tone was forceful, not at all the tone of someone seeking reconciliation. All Chu Feng sensed in his voice was a deep, underlying threat.
Chu Feng had always been the type to respond to kindness but resist coercion. He hadn't originally intended to make things difficult for these people. Even though they had been rude to him from the start, he hadn't done anything to them.
But for them to be so ungrateful as to push their luck and publicly insult him — Chu Feng naturally couldn't let that kind of behavior slide.
"From the Zhao Residence in Luofeng City? So what?" Chu Feng said dismissively.
"If you're trying to rob us, you've got another thing coming. Our Zhao Residence is not someone you can afford to mess with," Zhao Pingyang said.
"Oh? So I injured your man. What do you intend to do about it?" Chu Feng asked.
"Kneel, admit your wrongdoing, tear your own mouth apart, and then get the hell out of here. Don't make me do it myself." Zhao Pingyang waved his hand dismissively.
His manner was incredibly arrogant, as though he could make Chu Feng suffer whenever he wished.
"You truly have no idea how out of your depth you are," Chu Feng said.
"What did you just say?" Zhao Pingyang asked angrily.
Chu Feng didn't answer. Instead, he let out a cold smile, and the next moment, a formidable wave of pressure swept outward from his body and crashed toward the group.
The next moment, everyone in that group — except for the person who bore a striking resemblance to Jiang Wushuang and had been whipped — was driven to the ground.
"Now, do you understand what I said?" Chu Feng walked up to the old man and asked.
"Spare my life, Lord! Spare my life! I was blind and ignorant! Please, Lord, spare my life!"
"Take whatever you want from the cart! I beg you, Lord, spare this lowly one's life!"
At that moment, the old man had completely lost his earlier arrogance and was begging for mercy ceaselessly.
Chu Feng noticed that his aged body was trembling without cease.
Just another coward who feared death above all else.