Chapter 918 - Who Is It? (1/2)

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A boundless aura swept over from one side, and it formed a surrounding dome. Even Qiushui Fuyan could not withstand such an aura and her path was instantly sealed off.

“It’s a rank three Martial King?” Qiushui Fuyan tightly furrowed her brows, panic emerging into her eyes. She could feel the strength of their opponent from his aura—rank three Martial King. That was not an existence she could deal with.

When Qiushui Fuyan looked at Lady Piaomiao, she discovered Lady Piaomiao was now unconscious, and her aura was becoming weaker and weaker. Her survival itself was uncertain, so Qiushui Fuyan simply could not hope for her to help.

“I’ve been too careless! I didn’t think Murong Mingtian wouldexpect us to escape this way. He definitely also knows there’s a Teleportation Array in this direction.

“Ahh… Does this mean even the heavens wishes for our demise?”

Qiushui Fuyan no longer attempted to escape, because she had no strength to escape. She knew she simply could not escape. Helplessness and despair filled her beautiful face.

As for Chu Feng, at that moment, he could only stand by Qiushui Fuyan’s side. Even she felt enormous pressure, so naturally, the pressure he felt was even greater.

“Chu Feng, do you know who I am?”

Finally, within the surging might, an old man’s body appeared. He had black hair, and his visage was brimming with fury. A pair of livid eyes were fiercely glaring at Chu Feng. That gaze made him seem as if he wanted to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

After seeing that person, Chu Feng frowned slightly because no matter his cultivation or his face, they pointed him towards one person. So, Chu Feng said very calmly, “You are Zhan Feng’s father, the Second Immortal of the Immortal Execution Archipelago, Zhan Jiuxiao.”

“Since you know who I am, swiftly kneel!” Zhan Jiuxiao furiously roared.

“Kneel? If I kneel, will you let us go?” Chu Feng returned with a question and a sneer.

“Let you go? Even if you kowtow a million times, it will not bring my son back to life! I will never forgive you! I will skin you alive, tear out your tendons, otherwise the hatred in my heart cannot be pacified!” Zhan Jiuxiao said as he gritted his teeth.

“What? Zhan Feng died?” Chu Feng felt rather surprised.

Back then, in the Depraved Valley, Chu Feng had indeed crippled Zhan Feng, but he didn’t kill him. Moreover, from what he knew, he was brought back as quick as possible to the Immortal Execution Archipelago by their experts. He should have left the Depraved Valley already, and he shouldn’t have experienced the battle that subsequently came, and thus, he shouldn’t have died.

“You crippled my son. He felt there was no honour in living, so he ended his own life and died within the family. This is all because of you. You killed him! Kneel!” Zhan Jiuxiao became even angrier as he spoke of Zhan Feng’s death.

“Hoh. Zhan Feng was crippled because his skills were inadequate. He could not continue living, and so committed suicide. What the hell does that have to do with me?

“Besides, since you plan to torture me regardless if I kneel or not, why should I kneel?” Chu Feng coldly smiled. He looked at Zhan Jiuxiao as if he were looking at a fool.

“Kneel! You must kneel! You kneel not for me, but for my son!” Zhan Jiuxiao waved his sleeve. A one-foot wide three-foot long wooden tablet appeared in his hand.

It was a . On it there was a name—Zhan Feng, who Chu Feng crippled on the day at the Depraved Valley.

“He… is unqualified for my kneeling. You… are also unqualified,” Chu Feng said indifferently.

“There is no room for discussion.” But just at that moment, Zhan Jiuxiao coldly snorted. A boundless pressure then descended from the sky.