Martial God Asura

Chapter 6011: Malevolent Smile

“That won’t do.” Chu Feng turned down the offer.

“Hahaha, I’m joking. It’s normal for a man to have many wives. I only ask for my daughter to be the big wife,” Eighth Zhao said.

“That won’t do.” Chu Feng shook his head.

However, Eighth Zhao’s smile persisted. “The two of you should get to know each other first. Who knows? Maybe you won’t catch my daughter’s eye either.”

“…” Chu Feng was at a loss for words.

“Similarly, my daughter might not catch your eye either.” Eighth Zhao added with a hearty laugh. “Anyway, it’s better to make more friends, no? I’m being serious. My daughter is really pretty.”

Eighth Zhao put down his roasted chicken, wiped his hands on his pants, and reached into his Cosmos Sack to take out a painting. A beautiful woman was depicted in the painting. 

He wasn’t bragging. 

The woman in the painting was dressed simply, but she had delicate features and a graceful silhouette that made one’s eyes light up. She must have inherited her mother’s features, as she was nowhere as brawny as Eighth Zhao. 

She fitted the conventional standards of a cold beauty. Her cold demeanor only further piqued one’s interest. 

There was one aspect where she resembled Eighth Zhao, and that was her air of valiance.

“It’d be my pleasure to meet her, but it’d be a meeting to make friends and not to matchmake,” Chu Feng said.

“Sure sure!” Eighth Zhao nodded with a smile.

“Elder, are you skilled in world spiritist techniques?” Chu Feng asked. 

“Of course,” Eighth Zhao replied with a gleeful smile as he released his spirit power.

Chu Feng’s eyes lit up. 

On top of being a True God level cultivator, Eighth Zhao’s spirit power had reached rank one True Dragon too. 

“I didn’t expect you to be an all-rounder!” Chu Feng remarked. 

He had asked that question because he thought Eighth Zhao was a decent person. 

He figured that Eighth Zhao might not be able to decipher the escape formation detailed on the sword mountain peak despite being a True Dragon World Spiritist, so he intended to share the information with him. 

Of course, he would only share that information after he was done constructing the escape formation himself. 

There was a chance his judgment might be off the mark. If he told Eighth Zhao about it now, and the latter shared the information with Old Song, Old Song might just reveal his true colors.

“Young friend Chu Feng, did you notice anything?” Old Song suddenly called out.

He had flitted up to the sword mountain peak too. His complexion still looked awful, a sign that he hadn’t fully healed from his injuries, but he was at least able to freely move around now. 

“It looks like the lake is the only exit. We’re trapped here,” Chu Feng said.

“Eighth Zhao, what about you?” Old Song turned to Eighth Zhao.

“My conclusion is the sas young friend Chu Feng, but I think there’s a second clue that I haven’t been able to decipher,” Eighth Zhao replied.

“No worry. Leave it to me.” Old Song turned his sight to the sword mountain peak. A few moments later, he said, “There’s no need to look anymore. The lake is the only exit.”

Old Song took Chu Feng and Eighth Zhao away to examine the other parts of the realm, but Chu Feng had a feeling that Old Song was doing it on purpose. He didn’t want them to continue studying the runes lest they figure out the second clue and learn the way to leave this realm. 

By this point, Chu Feng had finished constructing the escape formation, and he could escape with a mere thought. 

So, he sent a voice transmission to Eighth Zhao, saying, “Elder, I’d like to tell you something, but you shouldn’t say it aloud. I don’t think Elder Song is a good person. Think about the blood essence he infused into the talisman humans earlier. Those are likely refined from living beings. Furthermore, he has been looking at us with greed in his eyes. He’s up to something.”

“You noticed it too, young friend Chu Feng? But neither of us is a match for him. It looks like we’re in a quandary,” Eighth Zhao replied worriedly via voice transmission.

Those words further put Chu Feng’s heart at ease.

“There’s no need to panic, elder. I have deciphered the way to leave this place from the sword mountain peak. I’ll share the formation with you. Construct it in your body, and we’ll make him reveal his true colors together once you’re done.”

Chu Feng relayed the escape formation to Eighth Zhao.

“Young friend Chu Feng, you live up to your reputation. You saw through things that I, a True Dragon World Spiritist, have overlooked. This is great. We can finally deal with that old demon.”

Eighth Zhao was overjoyed. As a True Dragon World Spiritist, he could tell that the escape formation Chu Feng had given him was feasible. Thus, he began secretly constructing the escape formation. 

In the meantime, Old Song traveled around the realm while Chu Feng examined the area. 

Old Song was looking for other exits or entrances, whereas Chu Feng was looking for the item that had to be activated to attain the final power. However, neither of them found what they were looking for. 

Thus, Old Song descended from the sky.

“Don’t worry, young friends. I’ve figured out a way to leave this place.”

Old Song took out a million blank talisman papers and placed them neatly on the ground.

“Young friend Chu Feng, this isn’t good. I suspect that old fellow is planning to refine the two of us right now,” Eighth Zhao informed Chu Feng via voice transmission upon seeing the talisman papers.

“That does look to be the case,” Chu Feng replied.

“Maybe we should confront him now,” Eighth Zhao said.

“Elder, have you finished constructing the escape formation?”

“Yes, I’ve just completed it.”

“Elder, there might be unexpected complications if we confront him. He is a Heavenly God level cultivator, after all. Let’s just activate the formation and leave this place together.”

Chu Feng planned to activate the escape formation and escape right away. 

“All right, let’s activate the escape formation together. I’ll be counting down from three.

“Three.

“Two.

“One.

“Activate!”

At Eighth Zhao’s cue, Chu Feng activated the escape formation. There was a dull thud as teleportation energy gushed out from his body and enveloped him like a hurricane.

“You brat!” Old Song sensed that something was amiss, so he immediately released his martial power and spirit power to stop Chu Feng. 

On top of being a Heavenly God level cultivator, he was also a True Dragon World Spiritist. His spirit power looked to be above Eighth Zhao.

Even so, he failed to stop Chu Feng. 

It was not because Chu Feng had disappeared too quickly but the teleportation energy shrouding Chu Feng was so strong that Old Song was unable to breach it. It was only then that Chu Feng realized just how powerful this escape formation was. 

However, he was teleported away before he could further analyze the escape formation.

At the stime, a similar surge of energy shrouded Eighth Zhao too.

“Damn it!”

Old Song’s face warped in savagery. He realized that he had been duped. Chu Feng and Eighth Zhao had deciphered the escape formation and plotted together to escape from his grasp. 

“Old thing, do you think we can’t see through your malevolent intent? You think that you are smart, but there’s no one dumber than you. Hahahaha!” Eighth Zhao sneered.

Old Song clenched his jaws in anger as his killing intent blazed.

Shockingly, the teleportation energy shrouding Eighth Zhao suddenly scattered.

Old Song quickly unleashed his martial power and spirit power to bind Eighth Zhao. Seeing that he had secured Eighth Zhao, he burst into vile laughter, looking almost like a demon who would eat the latter alive. 

However, Eighth Zhao remained unfazed. Instead, he sneered, “Song Xianji, what are you laughing at?”

Old Song’s smile stiffened up. “What did you call me? You know who I am?”

“You’re a traitor of the Heaven Sword Sacred Palace. I have heard from your Palace Master,” Eighth Zhao said. 

“You’ve met our Palace Master? Who are you?” Old Song tightened his grasp on Eighth Zhao, intending to torture the latter to reveal his identity.

To his shock, both his spirit power and even his Heavenly God level martial power stopped in the vicinity of Eighth Zhao, unable to push any further in. 

Eighth Zhao rubbed his nose and grinned. “Did you think that an error cropped up with my escape formation? You sure are a bold one to dare target me. I won’t be able to sleep well at night if I don’t teach you a lesson!”

Old Song vanished on the spot. He sensed that the situation was going awry, so he decided to escape.

However, Eighth Zhao wasn’t bothered by that. Instead, his smile grew even wider and viler.