The crowd was shocked — not by what Chu Feng said, but by what he did.
Few among them were even bothering to listen to what Chu Feng had to say anymore.
All they knew was that Chu Feng had killed Nan Gong Yuliu.
Killed the biological grandson of Wo Long Elder Nan Gong Chun Yue.
"Chu Feng! Even if Nan Gong Yuliu truly wronged Song Xi, his crime did not warrant death!"
"How could you kill him?"
An elder shouted — an elder from the East Dragon Academy.
Whether he genuinely believed this or was simply trying to curry favor with Nan Gong Chun Yue, at this moment he certainly looked every bit the righteous man demanding justice against Chu Feng.
"If Song Xi's wrongful conviction is not cleared, he will be executed after ten days of flogging!"
"Nan Gong Yuliu's life is a life — but Song Xi's life isn't?"
Chu Feng asked.
"Even if Song Xi was framed, that is between them. Even if Nan Gong Yuliu was guilty, he should have been sentenced by the Punishment Hall. What right did you have to kill him?"
Not only did that East Dragon Academy elder refuse to accept it — more elders from the East Dragon Academy stepped forward.
Chu Feng turned his wrist, and the formation array that had recorded Nan Gong Yuliu's true nature materialized in his hand.
It had recorded not only Nan Gong Yuliu's despicable side, not only his arrogance and conceit, but also his intention to kill Chu Feng.
But Chu Feng clenched his fist, crushing the array into fragments.
He no longer bothered to argue with them. Instead, he simply tossed out a single line: "I killed Nan Gong Yuliu. What can any of you do about it?"
"If anyone has a problem with that, I, Chu Feng, am right here. Come kill me."
Chu Feng's attitude was forceful — he wore the look of a man who didn't consider a single one of them worth his attention.
"You!!"
Seeing Chu Feng like this, the elders didn't know what to say.
Though it was hard to believe, seeing the steel in Chu Feng's eyes, they actually felt a hint of fear.
Ever since Chu Feng had entered the Wo Long Dungeon, he had become extremely domineering.
First, he had forced Zuo Qiu Yanliang, Song Qian, and the others to kneel and admit their wrongs.
Then, simply because Nan Gong Yuliu had offended his brother, he had cut the man down without a second thought.
On top of that, he himself had claimed to wield the power of the Prison King.
People couldn't help but wonder — was it true? If it was, then they had to seriously consider their own safety.
Even if they wanted to curry favor with Nan Gong Chun Yue, they had to weigh that decision carefully.
"Li Jiaojiao."
"Whether you live or die will be decided by Song Xi."
Chu Feng glanced at Li Jiaojiao, then soared into the air and headed toward his residence at the Northern Mystic Academy.
Seeing this, the Head Steward of the Northern Mystic Academy and the academy's elders hurriedly gave chase.
"Head Steward, there is no need to say anything."
"I've already killed Nan Gong Yuliu. If I've brought trouble, I've brought it."
Before the Head Steward could even open his mouth, Chu Feng spoke first.
"Chu Feng, you..."
"Sigh — you have no idea how much Nan Gong Chun Yue doted on Nan Gong Yuliu."
"Chu Feng, I know of a secret passage that leads out of the Wo Long Martial Arts Academy."
"Let me help you escape. Leave the Wo Long Martial Arts Academy and never come back."
The Head Steward said.
"If I leave, you'll suffer for it, won't you?"
Chu Feng asked.
"It's my own failure — I couldn't protect you. But I absolutely cannot let you die in the Wo Long Martial Arts Academy."
Though the Head Steward didn't spell it out, his expression had already told Chu Feng everything — if he sent Chu Feng away, his own death would be certain.