Before Chu Feng, this junior radiating the aura of a Venerable was nothing more than a shell.
This person's true identity was a Supreme Elder of the Chu Heavenly Clan — Chu Haoyan's grandfather, Chu Puze.
Although Chu Feng had only met Chu Haoyan's grandfather once, he remembered that voice all too clearly.
"Heh… What does it matter if you know? You're going to die today regardless."
"Might as well let you in on a few more things."
"Back when you and your father were driven out of the Chu Heavenly Clan and imprisoned in the Lower Realms of Ancestral Martial, I played quite the role behind the scenes."
"Had I not privately greased those people's palms, they wouldn't have humiliated you so thoroughly that day. And if they hadn't humiliated you, your father wouldn't have gone on a killing spree."
"And if your father hadn't gone on a killing spree, he wouldn't have attracted the attention of the Star Domain Main Realm. And if he hadn't attracted their attention, the Clan Leader wouldn't have punished you and your father so severely."
"All in all, if it weren't for the little schemes I pulled back then, even though you had no cultivation talent at the time, with your father's standing, you could have lived perfectly comfortable as a young master of the Chu Heavenly Clan." Chu Haoyan's grandfather said to Chu Feng.
Hearing these words, Chu Feng's sharp brows shot upward, and the fury in his heart churned like an erupting volcano.
So that was how it was. All those years ago, when Chu Feng and his father had been driven from the Chu Heavenly Clan, it was all his doing.
Under the surge of rage, Chu Feng flipped his palm, and a blood-red long sword appeared in his hand.
That was… the Evil God Sword!!!
The Evil God Sword was Chu Feng's final trump card — and his strongest one.
Under anything short of absolute necessity, Chu Feng would never wield it. And the situation before him now was far beyond mere necessity.
Setting aside the fact that he had no choice facing someone like Chu Haoyan's grandfather — a Supreme Elder of the Chu Heavenly Clan — even if he did have a choice, upon learning what this man had done, Chu Feng would never let him go.
Right now, Chu Feng wanted nothing more than to kill him.
For his father. For himself. To settle things once and for all.
"What's the matter? Angry? Want to kill me?"
"So this is that demonic weapon of yours."
Chu Haoyan's grandfather eyed the Evil God Sword in Chu Feng's hand with a smirk.
At those words, Chu Feng's heart stirred. He had drawn the Evil God Sword before in the Great Thousand Upper Realm — more than once, in fact — and no one had ever understood its true power. Most who laid eyes on it met it with scorn and confusion.
But Chu Haoyan's grandfather was different. That meant he knew about Chu Feng — at least, he knew about what had happened back in the mortal realm, and he knew Chu Feng possessed a demonic weapon.
The man had come prepared.