Xia Feng stood up and looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground, all trembling and subservient. He had initially come to drink and eat, and to enjoy the competition the next day.
Now, it seemed the competition would not be held.
However, the gains were still significant, as he had acquired Zi Ruo Lin.
He hadn't expected her to be one of the individuals with special physiques; obtaining her had been effortless.
Now, out of the four individuals with special physiques, only Da Zhi Ru Yu remained to be found.
Once Da Zhi Ru Yu was gathered, Xia Feng planned to lead them to the Sacred Realm, intending to discover his past life's true form.
He wanted to understand why he had chosen reincarnation, and whether there was a possibility of being forced or having other reasons.
These remained unanswered mysteries for the current Xia Feng.
As soon as Xia Feng spoke, everyone fell silent, none daring to utter a word.
Zi Zhu Lin, who had been prostrate on the ground from the beginning, didn't dare to move. He remained on the ground, feigning death and appearing gravely injured.
It was perfectly plausible for a God Venerable in the early stage to be severely injured by someone in the late stage, wasn't it?
Even if others saw through his deception, what then?
As long as Xia Feng didn't focus his attention on him.
Xia Feng gestured towards Ma Xiu De, and the latter was suddenly lifted by an unseen force. Under Ma Xiu De's horrified gaze, Xia Feng directly stripped him of his divine spark.
Ma Xiu De was clearly not a good person, and Xia Feng had no intention of showing him mercy.
"Ah..."
Ma Xiu De let out a cry of agony, more pained than if his family had died.
For cultivators like them, being killed was inevitable once their divine spark was removed.
Unless they died of old age, their lifespans naturally reaching their end.
Everyone watched Ma Xiu De, who was dangling in the air, screaming desperately. The faint-hearted were already terrified and soiled themselves.
Ma Xiu De's screams struck their souls, filling their hearts with dread.
They feared that they would be next.
Zi Zhu Lin, in particular, who was lying on the ground, had already wet himself, as he was the one who had directly acted.
He had made a move against Xia Feng, and even intended to slap Xia Feng's face.
Zi Zhu Lin looked towards Zi Ruo Lin, hoping that his descendant would intercede for him.
Xia Feng had declared in front of everyone that Zi Ruo Lin was his woman, implying he desired her body.
Good, he desired her.
He hoped Xia Feng would spare him, considering him to be the ancestor of his woman.
After screaming for a while, Ma Xiu De's spirit withered. Once his divine spark was extracted, Ma Xiu De became a cripple. With a wave of Xia Feng's hand, Ma Xiu De turned into dust, vanishing without a trace.
"Ah... Ptooey..."
Prince Zhi Ye witnessed all of this and was instantly petrified. He continued to convulse and bleed on the ground.
At this moment, no one cared about Prince Zhi Ye's fate. They were struggling for their own lives; who could afford to care about him?
This wasn't a matter of cold indifference; for some, living was better than dying.
A living God Venerable in the middle stage had just disappeared before their eyes, and now Prince Zhi Ye had suddenly collapsed, vomiting blood, seemingly on the verge of death.
Everyone's hearts were filled with immense panic, as if they were standing on the precipice of death.
As they waited anxiously, Xia Feng looked at Zi Zhu Lin, who was still pretending to be dead on the ground, and called out, "How long are you going to lie there pretending to be dead?"
Zi Zhu Lin had been praying for Xia Feng not to notice him. Now that Xia Feng had spoken, how could he not realize that Xia Feng was referring to him? With a sudden surge, he flipped over and rushed to Xia Feng's side, kneeling down.
"Greetings, God Emperor. you and my great-granddaughter are a match made in heaven, perfectly suited for each other. I wish you eternal love and happiness, growing old together, and enjoying a harmonious life together."
Zi Zhu Lin grovelled before Xia Feng like a dog, spewing shameless words.
Even Zi Ruo Lin blushed with embarrassment upon hearing this.
How could someone be like this?
This was something Zi Ruo Lin had never imagined.
Previously, she had thought her ancestor was an extraordinary person. Setting aside his strength, he was at least a normal person, wasn't he?
Now, she saw that he was not only abnormal but also somewhat lecherous. Had he been feigning respectability all along?
Especially Zi Zhu Lin's last remark about "entering and exiting together," which was utterly unspeakable and filled her with shame and outrage, making it impossible to look directly at Xia Feng.
Xia Feng, hearing these disgusting words from Zi Zhu Lin, stated directly, "Your desire to survive is quite strong."
Zi Zhu Lin heard this and prostrated himself on the ground, trembling and not daring to retort.
How could he possibly answer?
If he said he feared death, and Xia Feng consequently looked down on him, wouldn't that be courting death?
If he said he didn't fear death, what if Xia Feng decided to fulfill his wish and let him die?
He truly couldn't afford to answer carelessly; otherwise, he might end up like Ma Xiu De, turning into dust in this world.
The hardships and opportunities encountered in cultivating to the God Venerable realm were known only to himself.
Xia Feng, having dealt with Zi Zhu Lin, turned his attention to Zi Ruo Lin and beckoned her, "Come here."
Zi Ruo Lin felt as though she had been summoned by Xia Feng. Her face flushed with shyness, and she lowered her head as she walked to Xia Feng's side, remaining silent.
Xia Feng looked at the demure Zi Ruo Lin and asked,
"Are you willing to follow me? I need you."