Chapter 146 - 133: Yun Feng’s Death

Chapter 146: Chapter 133: Yun Feng’s Death

Yun Buliu was merciless now that he had the upper hand. His sarcastic words didn’t beat around the bush in the slightest—he got straight to the point.

"A petty man drunk on success!" the Little White Wolf sneered disdainfully.

Of course, the others didn’t see it that way. Yun Buliu was indeed quite smug, but no one felt it was inappropriate. On the contrary, they thought it was well-deserved. Having been oppressed by his own disciple for so many years, it was perfectly normal for him to finally hold his head high and utter a few arrogant words. As a newly advanced Saint Grade Alchemist, he certainly had the right to speak like that. Not to mention, he had just beaten Yun Feng.

"You’re... you’re nothing but a piece of trash who only just became a Saint Grade Alchemist!" Yun Feng retorted.

"That’s right. I did just become a Saint Grade Alchemist, but I still beat you. Doesn’t that make you even more of a failure? You’re worse than trash!" Yun Buliu cursed back.

The crowd fell silent. These two really were a pair of relentless trash-talkers.

"I won’t waste my breath. You lost," Yun Buliu said, his voice brimming with murderous intent. "We agreed beforehand that this was a life-or-death match. The winner lives, and the loser... dies!"

It had finally come to this.

Hearing this, Yun Feng’s face turned ashen. THUD, THUD, THUD—he stumbled back several steps.

"What? Are you scared?" Yun Buliu asked, watching Yun Feng’s continuous retreat with a mocking gaze. "Weren’t you acting arrogant just a moment ago? Weren’t you so full of yourself? Come on, let me see that smugness again!" He completely ignored the fact that his own reaction when he thought he was going to lose had been no different from Yun Feng’s. "Whether you’re afraid or not, and whether you’re willing or not, you lost, which means you die. I will personally end your life to clean up my lineage. Accept your fate," Yun Buliu declared, advancing toward Yun Feng step by step.

SWISH.

Hearing this, Yun Feng’s face turned even more ghastly pale. His eyes darted around, looking left and right for an escape. In the face of death, this supposedly high and mighty Saint Grade Alchemist was just as terrified as any ordinary person.

"Lord Holy Envoy, save me!" Yun Feng stumbled over to the five cloaked figures, begging for his life. "Save me!"

The five remained entirely unmoved, standing as still as wooden statues. Their gazes were cold and fixed straight ahead, turning a blind eye to Yun Feng even as he desperately clutched at their sleeves.

The atmosphere instantly grew tense. Yun Chu and Yun Menglong locked their piercing gazes onto the five cloaked figures, secretly channeling their Spiritual Power. The slightest misstep would trigger an all-out battle.

Su Tan patted the Little White Wolf’s back, signaling it to strike and eliminate the five Demon Dao cultivators immediately if necessary.

"Begging for help won’t save you. There is no way you’re walking out of Chen Family Village today!" Yun Buliu pressed aggressively. "If you’re a man, act like one and come face your death!"

"Holy Envoy, I swear my total loyalty to the Holy Sect! Please, you must save my life no matter what!" Yun Feng pleaded. He was pinning all his hopes on the five Holy Envoys.

Tensions reached a boiling point. A murderous aura permeated the area. A bloody battle would erupt at a moment’s notice if the cloaked figures made even the slightest sudden movement.

"You plan to protect him?" Yun Buliu asked coolly, looking up to meet the five figures’ eyes.

It would be normal for them to protect him, considering they were all on the same side. Yun Chu and the rest were already fully prepared for a massive fight; even the Little White Wolf was ready to pounce.

Just when everyone thought a bloody battle was inevitable, something strange occurred.

"Hehe... You misunderstand us. We have always valued fairness, and we honor our words. A promise is worth its weight in gold. So... since he lost, the rules must be followed. We won’t interfere!" the cloaked figure in the middle said, crossing his arms. To him, Yun Feng seemed as insignificant and dispensable as a mere weed.

Valuing fairness? A promise worth its weight in gold? The people of the Demon Dao were notorious for their treachery and deceit. It would have been far more believable if they went back on their word. Since when did they care about honoring a promise?

"So you’re saying you’re abandoning Yun Feng and handing him over to me?" Yun Buliu asked. "Even if I kill him right here, you won’t intervene?"

"He has already lost, so we must follow the rules. Whether you kill him or let him go, what does it have to do with us?" the central cloaked creature said coldly. "We are merely here to bear witness!"

Everyone wondered if they had fallen behind the times and if Demonic Creatures actually cared about rules now. Were these five really from the Demon Dao? To be honest, their indifferent attitude left everyone completely baffled.

"Holy Envoy, save me! You can’t just abandon me!" Yun Feng cried. "I am already a Demon Dao Alchemist. We are the same kind! We’re on the same side! Moreover, I am a Saint Grade Alchemist—I can be of great use to you! Save me!"

If these five cloaked figures didn’t stand by his side, he truly had no hope left.

"Didn’t you say earlier that you would protect my life no matter what? Didn’t you say we were allies? Didn’t you say you wanted to become sworn brothers with me?"

"That was before!" one of the Demonic Creatures spat. "We may be from the Demon Dao, but... not a single one of us is a coward who fears death. A sore loser who refuses to take responsibility for his own actions like you... is simply a disgrace. We despise you!"

Before Yun Chu and the others could even make a move, the enemy had actually started infighting. They were cursing at each other? What was going on?

"By comparison, Master Yun Buliu’s character is far superior to yours. It is exactly as your master said—you didn’t learn a single one of his good traits. We despise you, but we hold your master in high regard!" The cloaked figure turned to Yun Buliu. "We’re handing this man over to you. Kill him or torture him, do as you please!"

BAM!

Suddenly, the figure lunged forward, shaping his hand into an eagle claw.

"Ah!"

He seized Yun Feng by the collarbone and hurled him forward. Tossing him away as effortlessly as a paper doll, the cloaked figure threw Yun Feng straight to Yun Buliu’s feet.

"Master Yun, be our guest!"

Yun Buliu didn’t say a word. He simply stared down at Yun Feng, who was groaning in pain at his feet.