Chapter 137: When the Person Dies, the Sculpture Departs

"Ugh..."

Chu Feng tossed Dong Zhuo high into the air. With his internal energy already in turmoil, the sudden, brutal penetration of Chu Feng's spearhead into his rectum caused a scream of agony to form in his throat, but before it could escape, the violent surge of internal energy rising from his chest shattered it from within!

*Bang!*

A muffled explosion erupted. The scene before them was truly gruesome. As Chu Feng’s spear pierced into his dantian, the impact sent a shockwave through his internal energy. It not only ruptured his throat but also blew a gaping hole through his mouth, sending over a dozen teeth flying to embed themselves into the ice.

Even Dong Zhuo's eye sockets were blown open by the force of the escaping energy. The two eyeballs—the very ones that had once unleashed the Lustful Pupil technique upon Chu Feng—fell with a wet *splat* at Chu Feng's feet.

*Whoosh...*

With the final release of internal energy, Dong Zhuo, now skewered upon the tip of the spear, was well and truly dead.

Seeing the female warriors nearby trembling in terror, their faces pale, Chu Feng did not resort to further cruelty. With a flick of his spear, he shook off the body. It landed on the ice with a dull thud, looking for all the world like a charred sausage.

The entire execution had taken only a few breaths. Dong Zhuo was, after all, a cultivator at the seventh stage of the Body Tempering Realm. Even with the blood he had been spitting and his broken wrists, he should have been able to put up a fight. He might have lost eventually, but he certainly shouldn't have been slaughtered with such ease.

Chu Feng felt that Dong Zhuo’s fatal error was his own arrogance. He had truly believed that, protected by the reputation of his brother, Dong Zhe, Chu Feng would never dare kill him. As a result, he had kept his physical body completely undefended by internal energy—a foolish attempt to prove that Chu Feng wouldn't dare strike.

"Brother Feng, was my slapping to your satisfaction? I must say, your method of killing is truly unfathomable and divine!" Bai Naizhao walked over and whispered to Chu Feng.

"Heh, when did you learn to flatter?" Chu Feng replied with a faint smile.

*Thud!*

As they spoke, a sound rang out. One of the deacons, his face drained of all color, decisively dropped to his knees before Chu Feng. The other two, realizing their situation, quickly followed suit and knelt as well.

These three deacons had witnessed Dong Zhuo’s grisly death. Though terrified, they were quick-witted enough to realize that despite being at the same sixth stage of the Body Tempering Realm as Chu Feng, they were no match for his terrifying prowess. They didn't even dare to contemplate a joint attack; they simply knelt and begged for their lives.

"Young Master Chu, please spare my life! I only followed Dong Zhuo out of desperation and had to say things I didn't mean just to survive. Please, show mercy!"

"Me too, Young Master Chu! To be honest, Dong Zhuo was so arrogant he deserved to die ten thousand times over! Seeing you take him down felt like a weight being lifted from my shoulders—I could have cheered for you!"

"Young Master Chu is mighty! That brat Dong Zhuo was no match for you, not even in the same league! You slaughtered him with only sixth-stage power; his brother Dong Zhe will surely tremble in fear and might even flee at the mere mention of your name!"

The three deacons scrambled to kowtow, saying whatever they thought might save their necks.

"Shut up!" Chu Feng snapped. He looked at them with contempt and said coldly, "You want me to spare you so you can run back to Dong Zhe and lick his boots instead?"

"We wouldn't dare! If Young Master Chu would have us, we are willing to follow you and serve as your loyal hounds!"

"Indeed! We are ready to follow you through fire and water, at your beck and call!"

"That’s right! We would charge into the abyss for you without a blink!"

The three knelt, puffing out their chests and loudly proclaiming their loyalty.

"Heh! I had heard that the female warriors of the Wuhan tribe were all beautiful and the men were all brave. It seems the women live up to the name, but you men... your master was a fool seeking death, and you subordinates are cowards clinging to life." Seeing their servile expressions, Chu Feng shook his head with a cold laugh. "As for the three of you, let alone serving me, you aren't even qualified to serve my hounds!"

Turning to Bai Naizhao, Chu Feng asked, "Naizhao, didn't these three mock and insult you earlier?"

Bai Naizhao nodded. "Brother Feng, I know what to do."

With that, Bai Naizhao drew a deep breath and unleashed his full palm power!

*Whoosh!*

A massive, overwhelming wave of energy surged forth. The palm strike, vast as a door panel, crashed into the three kneeling deacons like a tidal wave.

Before they could even attempt to defend themselves with their own energy, the three deacons collapsed, dead on the spot, without a single sound.

Taking down three sixth-stage warriors with a single strike was nowhere near as impressive as Chu Feng’s execution of Dong Zhuo, but it felt incredibly satisfying to Bai Naizhao. He realized that since he had started calling Chu Feng "Brother Feng" and opened up to him, he had unknowingly adopted some of Chu Feng's ruthless and decisive temperament. He felt like a different person.

Bai Naizhao nodded to himself. He hadn't misjudged his choice; Chu Feng was someone worth following. It was only by following him that his own hands had found their purpose—to strike down those who mocked him, to win glory, and to vent the frustration in his heart.

*Caw!*

Just then, a cry echoed from the leaden clouds above. Four giant eagles, seeing the corpses of their masters on the ice, circled once with mournful cries before flapping their wings and flying away.

"Brother Chu Feng, now that Dong Zhuo and his men are dead here, those eagles will carry the news back. Dong Zhe will know soon. I think you should return to the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Veins. No matter how powerful Dong Zhe is, his influence is limited to the Wuhan Snow Tribe; he won't be able to touch you there," Yuzui said as she approached.

"If I return to the Nine Mountains and Eighteen Veins, how will you solve the crisis of the Ice Shell Golden Pearls for your tribe?" Chu Feng asked with a smile.

"These pearls will last us a few days. If we run out, we can just catch more Ice Nether Clams! Perhaps Sister Hengmei has already had some success on her end," Yuzui replied.

"Heh, you have a kind heart, sister. But soldiers come to block, water comes to earth—I dared to kill Dong Zhuo, so I don't fear Dong Zhe's revenge. You don't need to worry about me," Chu Feng said. "Now, it's time to create the Ice Shell Golden Pearls. Sisters, find me a suitable place."

"Ah? Can we really create the Ice Shell Golden Pearls now? That's wonderful!"

Hearing this, the female warriors erupted with excitement and joy. Though Chu Feng spoke with confidence, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in his heart. Whether he could actually succeed in creating the pearls remained to be seen.