"Brother, I was wrong! I was blind — I couldn't see who you really are! Please, a great man like you shouldn't hold a grudge against someone as lowly as me. Don't waste your time on a toad like me, okay?"
When the man looked at the cold glint in Chu Feng's eyes again, the arrogance he'd had before was completely gone. Instead, he was trembling in terror.
"I don't care what your background is."
"If you dare disrespect my woman,"
"then you'll pay the price."
After those words left Chu Feng's mouth, he raised his foot and stomped down. The moment that foot landed, the fan-wielding man let out a blood-curdling scream.
That single stomp had crushed the man's manhood to pulp.
This didn't merely destroy his body — it destroyed his soul as well.
Even the most powerful Spirit World Master would be unable to repair it. For the rest of his life, he would be nothing more than a eunuch.
But even after that stomp, Chu Feng had no intention of stopping. His cold gaze swept over the remaining disciples.
"Young hero, I know I was wrong! Please, spare me!"
"Senior Brother Zhao forced me into it — that's the only reason I went to talk to that girl. It wasn't my idea, I swear! Young hero, please let me go!"
The woman who had been the first to approach Zi Ling was truly terrified. Tears streamed down her face like rain, and the hem of her skirt below the waist had gone dark with wetness from sheer fright.
"Young hero, spare us! We had nothing to do with this!"
As for the others, they were hardly any better than her.
One timid girl had already fainted dead away from fear, while the rest wept like broken dolls.
Beyond terror and the fear of death, unmistakable regret was written on every face.
How could they not regret this?
This wasn't some toad — this was clearly a god of slaughter.
If they had known this beforehand, not even all the courage in the world would have made them dare do what they did.
But even though they were already reduced to this state, Chu Feng's gaze remained ice-cold, without a trace of mercy.
He had no intention of letting them off so easily.
"Brother Chu Feng, let it go."
Just then, Zi Ling spoke up.
Not only did she try to persuade him, but she walked over to Chu Feng and grabbed his arm.
In normal circumstances, the best course of action at this point would be to silence them all — eliminate every last witness to prevent future trouble.
After all, none of these people were good. Killing them wouldn't be a sin; it would be doing the world a favor.
But the problem was that people from other factions were also present here.
Those people had nothing to do with this incident, yet they had witnessed everything.
He couldn't very well kill all of them too, just because he didn't want word getting out?
So the matter would inevitably spread.
He had already taught them a lesson. If he spared their lives, and if their Masters were reasonable people, then perhaps there was still room for negotiation.
"Remember — there is always a sky beyond the sky, and a person beyond the person."
"Don't assume that a bit of talent gives you the right to bully others."
"Today, I'm sparing your lives. But you'd best never appear before my eyes again. If you do, I'll make you wish you could live but couldn't, and wish you could die but wouldn't."
With those words, Chu Feng finally led Zi Ling away and walked through the exit barrier gate.
Passing through the gate, they found themselves back in the forest.
But the landscape behind them was completely different from the path they had taken to get here.
Fortunately, the trail leading up the mountain was very clear.
So Chu Feng and Zi Ling continued onward.
"Mmn—"
But after only a short while, Zi Ling's complexion changed drastically. Her face twisted in agony, and she no longer had the strength to even walk.
In an instant, she doubled over and collapsed to the ground.