"So you know it's me. Then prepare yourself to die."
Chu Feng's gaze was frigid — the kind that guaranteed death.
"Ha ha ha ha ha…"
"Chu Feng, you truly are resourceful, using such a trick to make me confess to framing Song Xi."
"But it's a pity — for all your schemes, you've overestimated yourself."
"What good does knowing the truth do someone like you?"
Swish!
With those words, Nangong Yuliu's hand shot forward in an eagle's claw formation, aimed straight at Chu Feng's throat.
His speed was tremendous. His cultivation had already reached the pinnacle of the Ninth Level Supreme, and a faint blue flame now radiated from his body, with the spectral image of a blue lion materializing around him.
That was divine bestowal power!!!
The gap between the Supreme realm and the Martial Venerable realm was as vast as that between heaven and earth.
Even within the Supreme realm, there were methods to temporarily enhance one's cultivation. But at the Ninth Level Supreme, it was impossible to break through to the Martial Venerable boundary.
Though one could not truly reach the Martial Venerable realm, such methods could still dramatically boost one's fighting strength.
Nangong Yuliu knew that Chu Feng possessed numerous techniques. Though only at the Seventh Level Supreme, Chu Feng was capable of raising his cultivation all the way to the Ninth Level.
To end things in a single strike, Nangong Yuliu had released his divine bestowal power from the very start, ensuring he could subdue Chu Feng with ease.
Sure enough, the instant Nangong Yuliu made his move, lightning patterns surfaced across Chu Feng's forehead.
More than that, the Thunder Armor materialized as well.
"Hmph."
But upon seeing this, Nangong Yuliu smirked with satisfaction.
He had anticipated all of this — but it wouldn't help.
Though their cultivations were both at the Ninth Level Supreme, once he unleashed the power of his divine bestowal, his true fighting strength had already surpassed that boundary.
He was confident that Chu Feng could not dodge this strike.
Snap!
But just as his hand closed in on Chu Feng's throat, Chu Feng reached out and seized his wrist.
A strike that he himself believed to be faster than lightning had been casually caught by Chu Feng.
"You…!"
Nangong Yuliu's eyes went wide with shock.
Only when Chu Feng made his move did he realize — Chu Feng's cultivation was no longer at the Seventh Level Supreme.
It was the Ninth Level Supreme.
At the Ninth Level Supreme, with the continuous application of the lightning patterns and the Thunder Armor, Nangong Yuliu was no match for Chu Feng whatsoever.
Sensing the dire situation, Nangong Yuliu attempted to deploy another technique to bolster his strength further.
Crack!
But Chu Feng gave him no chance to breathe. With a firm squeeze, he crushed Nangong Yuliu's wrist to pulp.
Immediately after, Chu Feng's other hand, sharp as a blade, drove into Nangong Yuliu's body again and again.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Chu Feng's palm was sharper than any weapon. Blood sprayed in all directions as Nangong Yuliu's body was riddled like a sieve.
The sight was utterly horrifying, and it sent Li Jiaojiao, standing off to the side, into a fit of screaming.
In all her time at the Wolong Martial Sect, this was the first she had ever seen anyone dare treat Nangong Yuliu this way.
"Chu Feng, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
"If you kill me, my grandmother will never let you get away with it!"
Nangong Yuliu, seeing that all was lost, could only beg for mercy.
But Chu Feng's hand stabbed forward once more — and this time, it struck the top of Nangong Yuliu's head.
Chu Feng did not pierce through Nangong Yuliu's skull, but the tremendous force rendered him unconscious.
Then Chu Feng merely glanced at Li Jiaojiao. His oppressive aura surged, and she too collapsed into unconsciousness.
…
Nangong Yuliu was jolted awake by the searing pain throughout his body, only to find that he was still inside his own manor.
Li Jiaojiao sat trembling beside him.
And Chu Feng was still there as well, seated in the manor's master chair.
Nangong Yuliu could not understand why Chu Feng had knocked him unconscious rather than killing him.
() But the terror still gripped him tightly.
His grandmother was not in the manor today. If he wanted to survive, he could rely on no one but himself.
"Chu Feng, don't — don't kill me."
"Give me a chance. I swear I will never stand against you again."
Nangong Yuliu wept as he pleaded.
"Then tell me — why did you frame Song Xi?" Chu Feng asked.
"It was my own twisted mind. I saw that Song Xi was getting close to you, and I couldn't stand it. That's why I told Li Jiaojiao to frame her," Nangong Yuliu confessed.
"Li Jiaojiao — tell me exactly what happened that day." Chu Feng turned his gaze to Li Jiaojiao.