Being called out by Chu Feng, Nangong Yuliu's brows furrowed slightly.
After all, he had lost the bet to Chu Feng, so he harbored a degree of wariness toward him.
But on the surface, he still put on a nonchalant air — even an arrogant one.
"Chu Feng, I, Nangong Yuliu, have always been a man of my word."
"Zhao Shi has been confined. Once she gets out, I will find her and apologize to her."
"You don't need to remind me of that."
Nangong Yuliu said to Chu Feng.
"As long as you remember. But keep in mind — the bet we made that day wasn't just about apologizing to Senior Sister Zhao. You also agreed to let her slap you ten times."
"If Senior Sister Zhao won't do it, I, Chu Feng, will slap you on her behalf."
Chu Feng said.
"You'll slap me on her behalf? What gives you the right?"
Nangong Yuliu asked.
"Because you lost to me."
"What's the matter? Can't afford to lose?"
"That bet was your idea to begin with."
"If you can't afford to lose, just say so. I won't hold it against you."
Chu Feng looked at Nangong Yuliu with cold mockery.
This put Nangong Yuliu in a difficult spot. Admitting he couldn't afford to lose would be a slap to his own face.
"Nangong Yuliu, I said this before — even after winning the bet, I was willing to let it go. All you had to do was apologize to Senior Sister Zhao. Whether or not she slaps you would be her decision."
"But you just won't quit while you're ahead. I, Chu Feng, was willing to let it go, but you refuse to let the matter rest."
"You've brought this slap upon yourself."
Chu Feng said again.
"Chu Feng, you may have had your moment of glory today."
"But let me remind you — don't think that just because you got lucky and pulled off a few things, you can rule the Wulong Martial Sect from now on."
"In the end, you're nothing but a disciple."
Nangong Yuliu said.
"Nangong Yuliu, let me remind you — leave some room, or there may be no going back."
"I, Chu Feng, may indeed be just a disciple, but you're not exactly the king of heaven either."
"The grudge between us can end after Senior Sister Zhao slaps you."
"But if you keep pushing your luck, I, Chu Feng, will make you truly understand what it means to regret with no way back."
Chu Feng said.
"Ha ha ha ha ha…"
Hearing this, Nangong Yuliu burst into wild laughter.
"Regret with no way back?"
"I'd love to see how you make that happen."
Nangong Yuliu smirked contemptuously, his gaze toward Chu Feng filled with provocation.
With those final words, he rose into the air and left the area.
Though Nangong Yuliu had gone, the crowd still lingered. The Head Steward and the others from the Northern Mystic Academy remained concerned about Chu Feng's physical condition.
But aside from the people of the Northern Mystic Academy, there was also a figure from the Eastern Dragon Academy.
That was Tu Yuanyuan.
"Senior Brother Chu Feng, did you really master the Prison King's power?"
Tu Yuanyuan asked curiously.
"That's right. The Prison King's power still resides within me. If anyone dares to provoke me — elder or disciple alike — I'll make them die without even knowing what hit them."
After saying this, Chu Feng deliberately glanced around at the crowd.
That frigid gaze made not only the disciples but even the elders feel a chill run down their spines.
"Chu Feng, what do you mean by that?"
"Could it be that when you just killed those disciples, it wasn't the Prison King's power left inside their bodies, but… that the power is within you, and you can control it at will?"
An elder from the Eastern Dragon Academy asked Chu Feng.
He wasn't probing — his face showed genuine fear. He was truly alarmed.
Those true inheritors had just died, and even the Wulong elders were powerless to stop it. That spoke volumes about the strength of that power.
If Chu Feng truly wielded such power, then everyone present — except for the elders guarding the Wulong dungeon — would probably have no hope of escape.
If that were the case, this matter would be far more serious than anyone had imagined.
"Elder, please don't say things like that. Those people's deaths have nothing to do with me."
"Of course, if someone else happens to die mysteriously in the future, that will also have nothing to do with me."
"If someone offends me and then dies mysteriously…"
"All I can say is — what a coincidence."
Chu Feng said with a smile.
He would, of course, never admit to having killed anyone.
But the more he acted this way, the more fearsome he appeared.
Though many still refused to believe it — refused to believe Chu Feng was truly capable of such a thing — there was no denying that a great number of elders and disciples had already developed a deep wariness of Chu Feng.
From now on, even if they wanted to make things difficult for Chu Feng, they would have to think twice.
"Chu Feng, did you really master the Prison King's power?"
Just then, Yu Sha's voice sounded beside Chu Feng's ear, laced with astonishment.