"What are you doing, Wang Long?" Sensing that something was off, Lan Xi leaped forward and positioned herself in front of Chu Feng, wanting to protect him.
"What am I doing? We're all trapped here. If we want to survive, someone has to be sacrificed. This Chu Feng isn't one of our Four Seas Academy — if someone has to die, it should be him first. Am I right?" Wang Long shouted loudly, casting a meaningful glance toward a few people in the corner of the hall as he spoke.
"That's right! Senior Brother Wang Long is absolutely right. Since sacrifice is unavoidable, we should start with the outsider. If anyone dies, it has to be Chu Feng." The moment Wang Long finished speaking, Wang Yue, Liu Zhenwei, and the others naturally clapped in agreement. They had been itching for Wang Long to finish Chu Feng off, and as they spoke, they moved closer to Wang Long, making their allegiance perfectly clear.
"You..." Seeing this scene, forget about Su Rou and the others — even Lan Xi's expression shifted, her delicate brows furrowing. Anyone with eyes could tell that Wang Long and his people had been in cahoots for a long time and had been looking for an excuse to kill Chu Feng.
Under these circumstances, nothing she said would matter. Even her own sister had sided with Wang Long. In this moment, she truly felt outnumbered — furious yet powerless.
"Lan Xi, thank you for your kindness, but I'll handle this matter myself." Just as Lan Xi was at a loss for what to do, Chu Feng slowly stepped forward and pulled her behind him.
"Chu Feng, you..." Seeing that Chu Feng showed no fear whatsoever and even wore a smile on his face, Lan Xi was baffled. But what worried her even more was that Chu Feng might be walking to his own death.
Seeming to read Lan Xi's thoughts, the smile on Chu Feng's lips deepened. He then turned his gaze toward Wang Long and the others, sweeping his eyes over Wang Long, Wang Yue, Liu Zhenwei, and Lan Xi one by one before speaking: "Do you know what happens to people who want me dead?"
"Oh? From the way you're talking, you think you can do something to us?" Wang Long said dismissively, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Hahaha, how naive! Do you actually think you can stand up to my Big Brother Wang Long? I don't mean to look down on you, but you're not even worthy!" The moment Wang Long said this, Wang Yue and the others burst into wild laughter, mocking Chu Feng's delusions of grandeur.
"Hmph, without Tai Kou backing you, who do you think you are? You're nothing but a worthless good-for-all — you don't even deserve to set foot in our Four Seas Academy, and yet you dare to challenge us?" Liu Zhenwei pointed at Chu Feng and hurled insults, feeling emboldened now that he had Wang Long as his shield.
Whoosh! Just as Liu Zhenwei's words left his mouth, Chu Feng's figure swayed slightly, and he vanished in the blink of an eye.
"Aaaah!" Before anyone could process what had happened, a scream erupted right beside them. Turning to look, every single person froze, their faces draining of color as they instinctively stumbled backward, eyes wide with panic and terror.
Not just Wang Yue and the others — even Lan Xi was startled by the scene before her, her eyes going round with shock.
At this very moment, Chu Feng was standing right in front of Liu Zhenwei. But in his hand, he held a dripping, bloody head. If you looked closely, you could recognize the features — it was Liu Zhenwei's head.
And as for Liu Zhenwei, although he was still standing in place, his head was gone, and a torrent of blood gushed from his neck.
No thinking required — everyone could guess what had happened. In the very moment they had all been mocking Chu Feng, he had struck without warning and taken Liu Zhenwei's head clean off.
But keep in mind, Liu Zhenwei may have been mediocre, but he was still a Heaven Martial cultivator. And the rest of them weren't weak either — Wang Long in particular was a Fourth-rank Martial Lord. The fact that Chu Feng could behead Liu Zhenwei right under the nose of a Fourth-rank Martial Lord... that was absurdly powerful.
What realm was this guy at? That was the question racing through every mind present.
Yet Chu Feng remained utterly unfazed by the terrified gazes of the crowd. He casually raised the severed head and said: "This is your fate."
"What?! You—!!!"
Chu Feng's words sent another jolt of horror through Wang Yue and the others. They scrambled backward again, putting as much distance between themselves and Chu Feng as possible.
They had realized that Chu Feng hadn't just killed Liu Zhenwei — he intended to kill every last one of them.
"How dare you, Chu Feng! Slaughtering disciples of our Four Seas Academy just like that — you must have a death wish!" Compared to the others' cowardice, Lan Yanzhi was relatively bold, pointing at Chu Feng and cursing furiously.
"Haha, what a joke." Chu Feng burst into laughter at Lan Yanzhi's outburst. Then his gaze suddenly sharpened, turning cold and piercing as he fixed it on her: "You all already made up your minds to kill me, Chu Feng. So don't blame me for returning the favor. What's the Four Seas Academy to me? Anyone who dares to stand against me — I don't care if it's the Emperor himself — I'll kill them all the same."
"You..." Facing Chu Feng's sharp gaze and frigid tone, Lan Yanzhi's bravado evaporated in an instant. She realized this guy truly feared nothing and no one. He genuinely seemed to possess the ability to wipe them all out.
"Big Brother Wang Long, kill him! Avenge Liu Zhenwei!" In her panic, Lan Yanzhi could only turn her pleading eyes toward Wang Long.
"Hmph, look at the lot of you — scared witless by a few words from this brat?"
"A trash like him, I don't even need to lift a finger. One thought, and I'll turn him to dust." As Wang Long spoke, he sent out a thought, and a tremendous wave of oppressive aura erupted from his body, hurtling toward Chu Feng.
At this moment, the previously terrified Lan Yanzhi and her group brightened up. At this close range, they could feel just how powerful Wang Long's pressure was. A Fourth-rank Martial Lord's strength was truly extraordinary — nothing they could compare with. That pressure alone was more than enough to crush Chu Feng into ash.
In fact, it wasn't just Lan Yanzhi and the others. Even Lan Xi's expression changed drastically, because she too sensed the terrifying force behind that pressure. She immediately released her own aura, trying to save Chu Feng's life.
But it was already too late. Wang Long was simply too close to Chu Feng, and knowing that Lan Xi would interfere, he had launched a killing strike from the start. The moment Lan Xi's pressure began to leak out, Wang Long's had already crashed down upon Chu Feng.
However, just as everyone assumed Chu Feng was as good as dead, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His body suddenly moved — not retreating, but charging straight into the oppressive force head-on.
What shocked everyone even more was that as Chu Feng plunged into the wave of pressure, he not only sustained no injuries whatsoever, but his expression didn't even change. The pressure couldn't even slow him down.
Finally, before everyone's stunned eyes, Chu Feng arrived right in front of Wang Long. He extended his palm and swung it down with savage force — and in a gust of wind, he slapped Wang Long across the face.
Caught completely off guard by Chu Feng's attack, Wang Long heard a crisp crack as a resounding slap landed on his cheek. This Fourth-rank Martial Lord went flying sideways and crashed to the ground.
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