"Lord Chu Feng, spare us! Lord Chu Feng, spare our lives!"
Suddenly, at the top of the palace, someone dropped to their knees with a thud and began kowtowing to Chu Feng, begging for mercy.
By now, Chu Feng had already demonstrated his overwhelming power. Even Lord Yan of the Immortal Slaying Archipelago was no match for him — so how could they possibly stand against Chu Feng?
"Sir Chu Feng, please spare us! We haven't joined the Immortal Slaying Archipelago. We were all forced to come here. Please, Sir Chu Feng, see clearly — we truly have no ambition to stand against the Night Demon Sect!"
After that first person spoke, the rest of the crowd atop the palace all dropped to their knees in unison. Every single person on the palace — except for that calm monk who had previously refuted the Stone Sword Sect's Sect Master — was kneeling and begging for mercy.
"Spare us~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Watching the most renowned figures of the Ice Plains all kneeling and pleading for mercy, the elders and disciples of the Stone Sword Sect — along with those from every other faction — likewise dropped to their knees one after another, begging Chu Feng for their lives.
Looking at these terrified, panic-stricken people, Chu Feng smiled faintly. "I know you had no choice in the matter, so I won't do anything to you. But remember this: if any of you ever dare to stand against my Night Demon Sect, or join the Immortal Slaying Archipelago, then that —" his eyes flashed with a cold edge "— will be your fate."
A peculiar force radiated from Chu Feng's palm, swirling like fierce flames as it engulfed the spiritual consciousness of both the Stone Sword Sect's Sect Master and Lord Yan. The flames began to burn and refine them.
"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
"Chu Feng, you little beast! You will die a wretched death! I won't let you go even as a ghost!"
"Ugh... ahh~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Under the searing torment of those strange flames, the Stone Sword Sect's Sect Master and Lord Yan screamed in agony. Though they had already lost their physical bodies, they could still feel every last bit of their spiritual consciousness being refined away, piece by painful piece.
And so, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they were slowly refined until they vanished completely from this world. Only then was it over.
After refining the spiritual consciousness of those two, Chu Feng waved his sleeve, and an invisible ripple spread outward, enveloping the entirety of the Stone Sword Sect.
Immediately after, he waved his sleeve once more. From within the crowd, several terrified screams rang out as several figures were swept off their feet and came hurtling toward Chu Feng.
However, before any of them could get close, they were all reduced to pools of blood amid a series of booming cracks like a string of firecrackers going off.
"Every last one of these people followed that old scum Shi Jingtian and slaughtered members of my Night Demon Sect. They deserved to die."
He turned to the survivors. "But you… are innocent. So I'm letting you off today. Still, I'd advise you to watch yourselves."
With those words, Chu Feng's figure blurred as he transformed into a streak of light and soared toward the ancient teleportation formation.
"Thank you, Sir Chu Feng! Thank you for sparing our lives!"
After Chu Feng left, the people of the Stone Sword Sect still didn't dare to stand. They continued kneeling and expressing their gratitude — a clear sign that Chu Feng had thoroughly terrified them.
It was only after a long while, once they were certain Chu Feng had truly departed, that these people dared to leap to their feet and scatter in every direction like a flock of startled birds.
Whether they were from the Stone Sword Sect or any other faction, every last one of them fled for their lives, desperate to put as much distance as possible between themselves and this dangerous, blood-soaked place.