"Courting death."
But the Supreme Overlord from the palace had only just flown out before he even got close to the young man, a massive hand seized him by the throat.
It was one of the two elders who had come with the young man.
The elder first clamped down on the throat of that Supreme Overlord from the palace, then exerted force with a snap — and the Supreme Overlord's neck was twisted clean through, killing him instantly.
Even Chu Feng hadn't expected this.
He hadn't anticipated that this elder would kill without a moment's hesitation. That kind of ruthlessness was excessive, to say the least.
After all, it was they who had come here to cause trouble. They were the ones in the wrong!
"Heavens, that aura — could it be peak Martial Ancestor?"
In the very next instant, every person present wore a look of terror. Whether it was those inside the palace or those outside, fear gripped them all.
They were residents of the Totem Star River, after all. Even those who hailed from lower realms had seen enough of the world to have sensed the aura of a peak Martial Ancestor before.
So when the gaunt elder revealed his aura, despite the vast gap in their cultivation, they could still determine that his cultivation had reached the peak of Martial Ancestor.
However, the young man seemed entirely accustomed to such a scene.
With a smug grin, he strode directly up to the female disciple of the Nameless Sect, reached out, and grabbed.
Rrrip— He tore nearly half of her clothes away in a single motion. Beneath the remnants of her garments, only her dousi remained intact.
"Senior Brother, save me!"
The woman screamed in terror, turning to the handsome young man and the other fellow disciples for help.
But none of them dared to make a sound.
It wasn't that they didn't want to save her — it was that after witnessing the Supreme Overlord from the palace being killed right before their eyes, they were terrified.
Terrified that if they meddled, they would be killed too.
So forget the other fellow disciples — even the handsome male disciple who had been so arrogant and boastful, loudly proclaiming he would protect the female disciples, was now pretending not to see a thing.
"These worthless trash — how could they possibly dare interfere on your behalf?"
"Just cooperate with me nicely. Serve this young master well, and not only will I spare your life, I'll spare the lives of all your fellow disciples as well."
"Otherwise, this young master will wipe out your entire sect."
The young man stared at the female disciple and spoke.
"Want me to serve you? You'll have to kill me first."
Though this female disciple had always seemed delicate and fragile, she was no pushover. Seeing catastrophe upon her, she chose not to submit. Instead, she drew her blade and swung it toward her own neck.
But before the edge could touch her skin, the young man snatched it away in an instant.
"Trying to kill yourself? Don't you care whether your sect gets destroyed?" the young man said.
The female disciple said nothing. Of course she cared — but she refused to submit.
"Junior Sister Yue, just give in to him."
"Forget about yourself — at least think about us!"
Then, a truly despairing scene unfolded.
Among the fellow disciples, some had actually begun to persuade her, urging her to obey the young man's demands.
Hearing those words, the woman was first stunned, then consumed by despair. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Kill me."
"Kill you?"
"Where's the fun in that?"
"Since you won't comply willingly, then I'll force you to comply."
As he spoke, the young man used his oppressive aura to bind the female disciple's body.
Then, using that same oppressive force, he controlled her hands to remove the last of her clothing.
In that moment, though the woman could no longer control her own body, tears streamed down her face ceaselessly.
Unable to even die, forced to be manipulated and humiliated — the depth of her despair was unimaginable.
Whoosh— But just then, her body was suddenly freed. Not only freed, but a garment was draped over her, shielding her exposed form from view.
Looking closely, two figures had appeared before her.
At that moment, every disciple of the Nameless Sect was stunned.
Because they recognized these two — they were the very same people that handsome male disciple had mocked as cowards back at the Taoist temple.
They were all frozen in disbelief. No matter how they thought about it, they could never have expected these two to appear here.
The female disciple was equally stunned.
Because she realized that these two had come to rescue her.
Yet no matter how she turned it over in her mind, she could never have imagined that when even those fellow disciples who had always showered her with attention and spent their days alongside her had abandoned her — Two complete strangers had come to help her.
"You brat — you dare ruin my fun? Are you looking to die?" the young man demanded coldly.
Uwaaagh— But the moment those words left his mouth, he let out a scream of agony. His entire body was sent hurtling backward, drenched in fresh blood.
It was Chu Feng. A single punch through the air had punched clean through the young man's stomach.
Chu Feng was no saint. He had never held himself up as some savior of the world, and there were times when he would stand by and do nothing.
But there were three kinds of people Chu Feng could never tolerate seeing bullied.
The elderly. Children. And women.
From what Chu Feng had observed, this young man hadn't come here to purchase materials. He had simply been passing through, caught sight of the woman, and let his lust take over before descending upon her.