Chapter 635: Chapter 645 Threat
"Chu Feng... My ti is running out..."
Elder Wen’s breathing beca much heavier, as if an invisible pair of ghostly hands were clutching his neck, threatening to cut off his breath at any mont.
"This, this jade, is the treasured jade of the Wen family. Should you encounter a person surnad Wen possessing this jade one day, please take care of them..." Before he could finish, Elder Wen’s eyes slowly shut and his head drooped powerlessly.
A Swordman of the Supre Sword God Level had thus passed away, bidding farewell to the world forever.
"Elder Wen..."
Chu Feng cried out in heart-wrenching grief, tears blurring his eyes. Regrettably, his abilities were limited, and he could not save Elder Wen’s life.
He took the treasured jade from Elder Wen’s hand, which bore intricate patterns.
"Senior, rest assured, if Chu Feng encounters your descendants, I will definitely help them with all my might." Chu Feng bowed deeply, grateful for Elder Wen’s great kindness and also to see him off. It is said that after death, the soul enters the underworld.
Si Huang also showed a grieving face, biting her red lips without speaking.
You could faintly see the shimring tears in her phoenix eyes.
On the other hand, Han Sheng’s expression was much more indifferent. It was as if he could not care less about the death, like one would about a chicken or duck.
And as for Lu Kuixi, even less needs to be said. With a cold sneer, as if Elder Wen deserved to die, it seed to relieve so of the hatred in Lu Kuixi’s heart. It was truly unworthy for Elder Wen to have passed his power to him.
Even a dog, if you throw it a bone, knows to wag its tail.
"Chu Feng, those Double Treasure Shoes are beyond your cultivation level to use; you might as well give them to this young master!" Before Elder Wen’s body had even cooled, Han Sheng had already begun to covet the items Elder Wen had left for Chu Feng.
"Get lost!"
Chu Feng was already in extre grief, and at this ti, Han Sheng even had the audacity to covet the treasure shoes.
Rage surged forth like a volcano.
Chu Feng was not polite this ti.
"How dare you speak to this young master in such a manner? Do you wish to die?" Han Sheng’s status was incredibly noble, and his power was imnse. Being reprimanded in such a manner by a re Outer Sect Disciple of Sword Saint Level, cold killing intent appeared on Han Sheng’s face.
His tone was exceptionally chilling.
"You best not provoke , else, even at the risk of being punished by the Sect’s rules, I will not hesitate," Chu Feng spoke, leaving his words not too explicit, but thick with threat.
With Chu Feng’s current capabilities, if he fought desperately, he had more than a fifty percent chance of killing Han Sheng.
After all, Chu Feng had many trump cards, the most powerful of which were his Talismanic Elixirs.
Moreover, his Yin Yang Ant, Sword Shadow Worm, Demon Eye Evil Spirit King, Sword Formation Diagram, and Abnormal Fire, among others, were all powerful weapons.
Chu Feng had now advanced to the Late Stage Sword Saint and finally had the ability to refine Sixth-grade Talismanic Elixirs.
And perhaps he could even attempt to refine a Seventh-grade Talismanic Elixir.
That is an elixir capable of killing beings at the Sword God Level.
"Haha... With such rubbish ability, you still think you can fight
to the death?" Han Sheng laughed angrily. He was used to being arrogant in front of others. When had it ever been the turn of a re Outer Sect Sword Saint-level trash to be arrogant in front of him?
The implications in Chu Feng’s words were full of threat, enough to seriously injure Han Sheng, at least.
As for killing him, Han Sheng did not even dare to entertain the thought.
What a joke, even if Chu Feng was extrely formidable, he was only at the Late Stage Sword Saint after all. He was still leagues apart from Han Sheng.
"Enough, Han Sheng, this is a sacred ground where the Supre Elder is in seclusion, speak less," the Sect Master ordered coldly.
Elder Wen’s passing must also be difficult for the Sect Master to bear.
This ans that Ten Thousand Sword Sect has lost a Supre Sword God Level powerhouse, which diminishes its strength by a fraction.
No matter which power, ordinary masters are rely roots and leaves, only the strongest ones represent the trunk.
The Supre Elder is absolutely the main pillar of Ten Thousand Sword Sect.
Missing one, is akin to the collapse of a main supporting pillar. If not replenished tily, the sect is in jeopardy.
Fortunately, Si Huang was promoted to the Supre Sword God Realm not long ago, filling the vacancy left by Elder Wen.
In this way, the strength of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect shall not diminish.
"Humph, today I will look past this for the Sect Master’s sake, do not provoke ! You better sell those treasure shoes to this young master; I suppose you understand the consequences of holding onto them. You may go back and think it over carefully."
Han Sheng snorted coldly, but did not persist any further.
"Is there really a need to buy them?" Lu Kuixi’s eyes were fixed on the treasure shoes in Chu Feng’s hands and never shifted away.
To these powerful beings, a pair of Magical Treasure-level shoes is extrely tempting.
The shoes, impervious to water and fire, resistant to sharp weapons, and possessing the Light Spirit attribute, are highly desired even by those at the Supre Sword God Level.
From Lu Kuixi’s sinister expression, it’s quite likely that he harbored the intention to forcefully seize them.
Chu Feng no longer paid attention to these two. If they truly intended to rob Chu Feng of his treasures, they were welco to try. Then, Chu Feng would make sure they paid the price.
"If there’s nothing else, you may leave now. The funeral for Elder Wen will be arranged by the sect. Since it is the passing of a Supre Elder, it greatly impacts the sect, hence you four must keep it confidential. Absolutely do not leak any information. Anyone daring to violate this will be dealt with as a betrayal to the sect upon discovery."
The tone of the Master of Ten Thousand Sword Sect was extrely stern.
A charge of sect betrayal is no joke; be it Si Huang or anyone from the sect, anyone who commits this cri would be cleansed from the sect at all costs.
Historically, when a Supre Elder once betrayed the sect to join the enemy, to cleanse its ranks, the sect sacrificed five Supre Elders, and countless other masters perished or were injured.
This shows the sect’s resolute determination in punishing the traitors.
Han Sheng and the others all trembled slightly, their expressions solemn as they agreed, then took their leave.
Chu Feng still knelt on the ground, unmoved.
"Elder Wen, may you rest in peace!" Si Huang bowed deeply.
As she left, she couldn’t help but glance back at him. She found that the Chu Feng before her, who was once so brilliant and domineering in the arena, was almost unrecognizably different now.
A thick aura of sadness emanated from Chu Feng.
It turns out, even soone as strong as him has a fragile side.
An unusual look flashed across Si Huang’s face as she deeply gazed once more at Chu Feng, who remained kneeling before the remains of Elder Wen, then soared away with her sword.
Everyone left, only Chu Feng remained kneeling on the ground.
The Master of Ten Thousand Sword Sect looked at Chu Feng with a touch of warmth in his eyes. A person of integrity and emotion always commanded respect and affection.
"Chu Feng, the dead are gone, and those alive still endure! Remain strong!"
"Having kept vigil and cried for him, I believe Elder Wen would smile beneath the nine springs. Rise, and return to properly assimilate your cultivated power."
After all, things that weren’t originally his, Chu Feng would certainly need to reinforce once back ho.
After knocking his head on the ground three tis, Chu Feng got up, "Do we know when Elder Wen will be buried? I would like to co and pay my respects." Since the Sect Master has already ntioned keeping it secret, the funeral would likely not be grand.
It will probably be kept simple and swift.
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