"Swish swish——"
However, due to his serious injuries, Lao Zhou's speed was much slower than before.
As he desperately ran dozens of meters away, he suddenly heard a dense whooshing sound coming from mid-air.
He instinctively turned his head and saw hundreds of translucent sword energies shooting towards him like raindrops.
"ah--"
With a furious shout, five hundred sword energies instantly surged from Chen Feng's body, each containing a sharp aura.
These sword energies did not form any formation or sword array, nor did they merge into a huge sword energy longsword; they simply launched an attack on Lao Zhou in their purest form.
However, for Old Zhou, who had only broken through to become a seventh-grade martial artist with jade blood, and whose body was still weak and unable to move easily, it was a nightmare.
Old Zhou stared wide-eyed, trying to block the sword energy, but he found his movements becoming unusually slow.
The sword energy was like a raging torrent, relentlessly assaulting his body. Despite his best efforts to dodge and resist, he was ultimately struck by the sword energy.
Streaks of sword energy sliced across his skin, tore through his clothes, and left deep wounds. Blood gushed out continuously, staining his clothes red.
Old Zhou groaned in pain, his face as pale as a sheet of paper, his eyes filled with despair.
He tried to stand firm, but his legs wouldn't obey him. Finally, he could no longer support his body and fell heavily to the ground.
Blood flowed from his body, forming a pool. His breathing became weak and rapid, and his life seemed to be slipping away.
The scene was chilling, as if time had frozen. Chen Feng stood there, staring blankly at Old Zhou lying in a pool of blood.
This battle allowed him to demonstrate his strength and prestige, while also letting his enemies witness his power.
"No! No! Chen Feng, you can't kill me!"
Qi Fei screamed in terror, his voice trembling like a candle flickering in the wind. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes filled with despair and fear, as if he could see the shadow of death approaching.
"Chen Feng, I beg you, I'll give you any amount of money, just spare our brothers' lives!"
Qi Fei's body trembled violently, tears and snot mingling together, making him look utterly pathetic. He tried to persuade Chen Feng with money, but his heart was filled with endless panic.
"My father is a sixth-rank martial artist!" Qi Fei cried out hoarsely, hoping to arouse Chen Feng's pity.
"My Qi family owns assets worth hundreds of millions in Jiangzhou. If you kill us, my father will never let you get away with it!"
His eyes revealed a desperate desire to survive, as he clung to the last straw.
However, Chen Feng's expression remained cold and indifferent, his eyes flashing with a cold light, as if he had no reaction to Qi Fei's pleas for mercy.
He approached Qi Fei step by step, each step carrying a heavy pressure, making Qi Fei's heart beat faster and faster.
"Chen Feng, please..."
Qi Fei's voice gradually weakened; he felt that he could no longer escape the judgment of fate.
His heart was filled with regret and self-blame. If he hadn't provoked Chen Feng in the first place, perhaps he wouldn't be in such a desperate situation now.
But it was all too late. He could only watch helplessly as Chen Feng's figure drew closer and closer, awaiting his death.
"Chen Feng, I was wrong, I was really wrong! I shouldn't have targeted you at school, and I shouldn't have let my brother bully you for me."
But we're classmates! Our conflicts at school are just kids playing around. You can't kill me and my brother! Please, please, let us go!
Hearing his brother Qi's cries of begging for mercy, Qi Xiang, who had both arms and legs broken and hated Chen Feng to the core, also immediately cried and begged for mercy under the tree next to him.
He cried as he regretted provoking Chen Feng, that wicked star. If it weren't for him, how could he and his sister have ended up in such a state?
Now, he can only hope that Chen Feng can forgive them and spare their lives.
Because he knew that if Chen Feng really wanted to kill them, they would have no chance of escaping in this desolate wilderness and would only be able to watch helplessly as they died.
After all, Chen Feng was a powerful martial artist, while they were just novices who had just embarked on the path of martial arts. Faced with such a huge gap in strength, they had no chance of winning.
But they were all young, having only recently become martial artists, and hadn't even had a chance to enjoy life yet. How could they be willing to die like this?
Therefore, Qi Xiang decided to take a gamble, hoping to win Chen Feng's forgiveness by playing the emotional card.
"Chen Feng, we're classmates!" Qi Xiang shouted, tears welling up in his eyes.
He tried to use this method to evoke Chen Feng's memories of past friendships, hoping to soften his heart and let him and his brother go.
"We studied and grew up together, and we have so many wonderful memories..." Qi Xiang continued, his voice full of sincerity and earnestness.
"I know we were wrong this time, but please give us a chance!" he pleaded.
"As long as you're willing to let us off the hook, we'll definitely change our ways and never make the same mistake again," Qi Xiang promised.
He knew in his heart that this was the only way to fight for a chance of survival.
As long as he survives today, he can get his father to kill Chen Feng once they get back. Therefore, he cannot give up this opportunity no matter what.
"Chen Feng, A Xiang is right, you're classmates. Although classmates may have some squabbles, they're just minor grudges at school and don't involve life or death."
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