"Oh, by the way, take a close look and see if there's a girl you like in there. Chu Feng can introduce her to you later," Zi Ling said.
"Uh…"
San Sheng Qiu Tian actually went and looked upon hearing this.
But pretty much everyone Chu Feng knew had already been killed.
The only ones left were his fellow San Sheng Demon Clan members.
The people Chu Feng had known before could still try to use their past bonds to awaken him.
But the San Sheng Demon Clan members didn't know Chu Feng at all. They could only wail and scream in agony — and it was truly pitiful.
After just one glance, San Sheng Qiu Tian hurriedly turned his head away.
Fortunately, it wasn't long before everything in the distance fell completely silent. Everyone had been cut down by Chu Feng.
When he looked again, only one figure remained standing in the distance — Chu Feng.
As for the rest, they had all fallen into pools of blood.
A Chu Feng who killed so ruthlessly made San Sheng Qiu Tian inexplicably wary and fearful.
And yet, this very Chu Feng suddenly turned around and looked toward them.
He even wore a smile on his face.
It was a smile that put them at ease.
At this moment, Chu Feng was covered head to toe in blood. Though none of it was his own, the sight was still terrifying.
But the next instant, the earth trembled.
The blood of all those Chu Feng had just slain rose from the ground and surged toward him.
At the same time, the corpses of the slain transformed into spectral forms.
With hideous, vengeful faces, they swept toward Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng, you heartless wretch — give us your life!!!"
In no time, Chu Feng was engulfed by the torrential blood and tens of thousands of souls.
"This is bad — that's an extremely powerful mental attack," San Sheng Xing Yu said with some concern.
If what Chu Feng had faced before — killing those illusory figures — was about overcoming his own psychological barrier…
Then what he faced now was an actual, tangible assault.
San Sheng Xing Yu had experienced similar mental attacks herself, which was how she could judge that the mental assault Chu Feng was currently enduring was absolutely terrifying.
"It's fine. At this level, it shouldn't be able to stop him."
But just then, Zi Ling spoke up calmly.
Compared to San Sheng Xing Yu and San Sheng Qiu Tian, who had already broken into a cold sweat on Chu Feng's behalf, Zi Ling — who was far closer to him — wore a perfectly composed expression with not a trace of worry.
What she had was confidence. Confidence in Chu Feng.
Awoooo— Soon, the sky-filling wails of vengeance dissolved into piercing screams that scattered in every direction.
Then Chu Feng's figure emerged once more.
His breathing had quickened slightly, but that seemed to be all.
The next moment, everything around them began to dissipate into swirling mist.
They found that Chu Feng was standing right beside them, with not a single drop of blood on his body — as if nothing had ever happened.
The proof that they had truly just experienced an incredibly realistic illusion formation was the cold sweat on their foreheads, their still-racing heartbeats, and Chu Feng's slightly elevated breathing.
"See, I told you I could do it?"
"I told you not to worry." Chu Feng dismissed the formation and walked over to Zi Ling.
"That level, I wasn't worried about. But what if it had been even harder?"
"Chu Feng, I don't want to blame you, but I really have to criticize you this time."
"We agreed we'd share hardships and face everything together."
"I understand that you want to protect me, but you should have at least asked for my opinion."
"Otherwise, what's the point of me training so hard? I might as well just find a hole to hide in and let you protect me forever."
Zi Ling pursed her lips, a hint of reproach in her tone.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll reflect on it."
"I promise it absolutely won't happen again." Chu Feng immediately admitted his fault.
"Really?" Zi Ling eyed him suspiciously.
"I'm sure. I promise — it will absolutely never happen again." Chu Feng had truly realized his mistake.
He felt Zi Ling's words were completely right.
He could want to protect her, but he also needed to respect her wishes. After all, Zi Ling was no longer weak herself.
Given her talent, the cultivation she had achieved — Chu Feng knew the hardships she had endured might be no less than his own.
Perhaps even worse.
"Forgive me for being a wet blanket, but I still have to ask — can you two save the lovey-dovey stuff for later and let me ask one thing? Did we pass?" San Sheng Qiu Tian's big face suddenly crowded in.
"At least we passed that illusion formation," Chu Feng said.
"Damn, you're completely heaven-defying! How did you withstand that mental attack?" San Sheng Qiu Tian asked.
"You just tough it out head-on. It wasn't that strong," Chu Feng said.
"Then… how could you bring yourself to attack them?"
"Weren't you being way too ruthless back there?"
"Weren't they all your friends and family in there?" San Sheng Qiu Tian asked.
"If I already knew they were fake, why wouldn't I be able to do it?" Chu Feng shot back.
"You— that— well— uh— I—" San Sheng Qiu Tian was rendered speechless.