"I'll kill you all!!!"
A roar of fury thundered through the void.
Though Chu Feng's cultivation had been sealed and he couldn't so much as twitch, his roar rang out with deafening clarity. Within it burned not only boundless rage but also a murderous intent that seemed to swallow the heavens.
This killing intent churned the very void and altered the color of the sky itself.
"What fearsome killing intent. If I let you go today and allow you to grow, what then?" said the City Lord of Yuwen City.
In truth, most of Yuwen City's people merely looked at Chu Feng with mockery upon sensing his killing intent, paying him no mind as a threat.
After all, no matter how fierce Chu Feng's murderous aura might be, it was ultimately useless. Before the City Lord of Yuwen City, Chu Feng was nothing but an ant — one flick of the finger and Chu Feng would be ground to dust.
However, the City Lord of Yuwen City recognized the danger in Chu Feng.
Chu Feng's killing intent was far more terrifying than an ordinary person's. Among the younger generation, this was the most unsettling murderous aura he had ever witnessed.
It made him realize that if Chu Feng was allowed to grow, the consequences would be catastrophic.
A threat like this could not be left alive.
Ahhh— Screams of agony erupted one after another as every remaining junior from the Sacred Pill Manor was lifted into the air, then forced to kneel in a neat row before Yuwen City's people.
"Hurry up and end this," the City Lord of Yuwen City said to Yuwen Tingyi.
He feared some unforeseen complication might arise and wanted Chu Feng dead as quickly as possible.
Still, he respected his son's wishes and hoped to let him kill Chu Feng in the manner he desired.
"Spare us! Please spare us!"
"We have nothing to do with Chu Feng — please let us go!"
At the sight of this, many of the Sacred Pill Manor's juniors began wailing. They trembled from head to toe, tears and snot streaming down their faces, utterly terrified.
"Only one of you gets to live. Whoever picks up this knife and kills Chu Feng — that is the one I will let live," said Yuwen Tingyi.
"I'll do it!"
"Let me!"
"I'll do it — let me kill him, please give me the chance!"
Though these Sacred Pill Manor juniors had all previously called Chu Feng their big brother, the moment their own lives were on the line, they chose to betray him without a shred of hesitation.
Then again, that was understandable. They barely knew Chu Feng — who would sacrifice themselves for a stranger?
"Haha, Chu Feng, did you see that? Every last one of these people who called you big brother is more than happy to kill you to save their own skin."
"Still, so many want you dead — whom should I choose? I really ought to pick carefully."
With that, Yuwen Tingyi turned to the group and said, "Come on then, put on a show. Whoever performs the best, whoever wants to live the most, whoever wants to kill Chu Feng the most — that's who I'll pick."
"Me! Choose me! Let me kill that Chu Feng for you!"
"Lord Yuwen Tingyi, choose me! I want to live — I don't want to die!"
In an instant, the juniors began screaming over one another, each desperate to claim the sole chance at survival. They flattered, they groveled, and some even hurled vicious insults at their companions.
"You worthless lot — you've brought nothing but shame upon our Sacred Pill Manor!" Ma Changchun cursed in fury.
But his words accomplished nothing. When life and death hung in the balance, most people thought only of self-preservation, caring nothing for others' fates or opinions.
For these people, killing Chu Feng would be easy enough. If told to kill their own elders, there were surely some among them who could bring themselves to do it.
…
"It looks like Chu Feng is going to die."
Just then, a voice as melodious as a bird's song drifted over from not far away.
It belonged to Chu Lingxi, who stood suspended in the sky nearby, watching everything unfold.
Beside her stood a man.
He was middle-aged, not particularly tall, nor was he of a sturdy build. But his cold, hard face was covered in scars, giving him a truly savage appearance.
Yet the most terrifying thing about him was his pair of eyes — they were cold and utterly devoid of mercy, more frightening than those of any wild beast.
One glance at him was enough to send a chill down the spine.
And his aura was as fathomless as the waters of a bottomless well, impossible to gauge.