"Brothers, you just want the Spirit Pearls, right? We'll hand over all the Spirit Pearls here — will that be enough?"
"No, not just the Spirit Pearls. You can have everything we have."
Facing Zhou Zhiyuan and his group closing in head-on, Dragon Brother and Tiger Brother wore expressions of terror. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably as they actually removed their Universe Bags, preparing to offer them up.
"What, afraid to die? Fine — get on your knees and beg. Kowtow a hundred times, and we'll consider sparing your miserable lives!" Zhou Zhiyuan and his five companions kept closing in on Chu Feng and the others, toying with the pair.
At that moment, Dragon Brother and Tiger Brother actually wavered. Facing the choice between life and death, even though they knew the others might not spare them even if they knelt, they still wanted to try — to make one last desperate struggle for survival.
"Bai Long, Bai Hu, don't you dare humiliate the Wing Alliance!" Su Mei shouted furiously when she saw the two actually preparing to kneel.
But even that couldn't stop their knees from slowly bending and their backs from hunching forward. It seemed they had already made up their minds.
"As men, at least have some dignity."
But just then, Chu Feng walked over. After a glance at Dragon Brother and Tiger Brother, he stepped to the front and swept his fearless gaze across the six Core Disciples.
"Do you realize you've committed a capital offense?"
"Kid, what do you mean by that?" Zhou Zhiyuan and the others, who had been feeling triumphant just moments ago, were taken aback.
Chu Feng gave a strange smile and narrowed his eyes. "I'm saying that if you dare harbor dirty thoughts about Su Mei, you've already earned a death sentence!"
Whoosh!
Before the words had even left his mouth, Chu Feng's body shot forward like the wind. He actually launched the attack against the six Core Disciples first.
His speed was so fast that he arrived before all six in the blink of an eye. This sudden reversal caught even the previously domineering Zhou Zhiyuan completely off guard.
"Illusory Palm!"
Chu Feng activated his Mystic Art and unleashed a flurry of palm strikes. Countless palm shadows filled the sky, crashing down relentlessly — it was impossible to tell which were real and which were illusory.
"To have cultivated the Illusory Palm to this level… he's actually got some skill."
"But kid, you're seriously underestimating us. Today I'll show you the gap between an Inner Sect disciple and a Core Disciple."
Shocked as they were, the Core Disciples were experienced fighters. They quickly recovered and activated their own Mystic Arts, deploying Third-rank Martial Arts to engage Chu Feng.
But once they actually exchanged blows, the six were shocked all over again. A mere Inner Sect disciple — just a Spirit Martial Sixth Stage — was single-handedly holding off all six of them without losing ground, purely on the strength of his aura. This was genuinely hard for them to swallow.
What made it even more unsettling was that their attacks clearly came from behind, yet Chu Feng dodged every one effortlessly without even looking, as if he had eyes on the back of his head. The whole thing felt deeply unsettling.
"This kid has cultivated a Mystic Art. Don't hold back — use everything you've got and kill him now, or there'll be endless trouble later." Zhou Zhiyuan, who had fought Chu Feng before, knew all too well that the kid was no ordinary opponent. Not wanting to waste any more time, he was the first to unleash a Fourth-rank Martial Art.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
He spread both arms wide as violent winds surged around him. A tremendous wave of pressure radiated from his body, and he threw a devastating punch straight at Chu Feng.
The punch was blindingly fast — practically lightning itself. Even Chu Feng couldn't dodge it, and the force behind it was immense. If it connected, the consequences would be dire.
"Fourth-rank Martial Art? Don't think you're the only one who has one."