"A bunch of useless trash! So many cultivation resources spent on you, so much time wasted — what use are any of you?!"
"All of you, get over here RIGHT NOW!!!" Watching his subordinates die one after another,
And in that moment, not a single expert from the
"Punish you? You certainly deserve punishment — wasting years of our Archipelago's painstaking cultivation on the lot of you. Tell me, what manner of punishment would be fitting?" Murong Xun's eyes bulged as he roared in rage.
"We await the Young Island Master's decision! Be it death or dismemberment, we will accept without complaint!!!" the kneeling crowd answered in one voice.
"Good. In that case, repay the Archipelago's investment in you with your own flesh and blood."
Hearing their response, Murong Xun showed not the slightest trace of sympathy. Instead, a flash of ruthless cruelty blazed through his blood-red eyes.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Suddenly, a cold gleam shot through Murong Xun's crimson eyes. The vast tide of blood-red aura erupted once more, transforming into countless blood-red chains that screamed through the air with piercing whistles. Between sprays of fresh blood, each chain pierced through the kneeling bodies of the Immortal Execution Archipelago's cultivators, one by one.
"Ughhhh~~~~~~~" As the blood-red chains bored through them, the years of accumulated cultivation and life force within each body began to drain at a horrifying rate. The agony of being squeezed dry and refined was so unbearable that they couldn't help but cry out.
Yet even so, not a single person attempted to flee or retreat. Through their wailing and screaming, they endured the excruciating pain, allowing their cultivation and life force to continuously drain away and flow into Murong Xun's body — without a word of complaint.
Under the infusion of over ten thousand people's power, Murong Xun's aura surged once more, approaching the realm of Martial King ever closer — on the verge of a breakthrough.
But as Murong Xun grew stronger, those pierced by the blood-red chains suffered ever more miserably. They had become neither human nor ghost, reduced to walking corpses whose wails sounded like the shrieks of the damned.
"This is insane — refining his own loyal subordinates like this. Is he even human?" Sensing that things were taking a turn for the worse,
"Chu Feng, we owe you our lives today. Without you, we'd all be dead already. But now Murong Xun has gone mad — and a madman will do mad things. Let us fight him together with you."
The Golden Robe Ten Brothers also gathered around, but compared to Xuan Xiaochao, their gazes toward Chu Feng were far more complex. They hadn't forgotten that back in the Valley of Sin, Chu Feng had been so weak he'd begged them for help. Yet today, not only had he surpassed them all, he had also saved their lives indirectly.
"You could call Murong Xun heartless, that's true. But calling him mad — I'm not so sure. What he's doing now is simply showing his true colors."
"Ten seniors, three brothers — rest assured. His demonic technique, sinister and powerful as it is, has its limits. He cannot infinitely convert others' power into his own."
"Even if Murong Xun refines every last one of these subordinates to death, he'll only reach the ninth rank of Martial Lord at most. And as long as he cannot step into the realm of Martial King, I can still beat him until he can't take care of himself." As Chu Feng spoke, he flipped his palm, and the King's weapon — the Silver Dragon Spear — materialized in his grip.
The moment the King's weapon appeared, its unique aura swept outward in every direction. Chu Feng's combat power multiplied several times over in an instant. At that very moment, Chu Feng gave off the illusion that even a Martial King might not be able to defeat him.
"A King's weapon?!" Upon sensing the imposing might of the King's weapon, both the