Investing in the Empress's junior sister, she broke through her defenses after comparison.

"Gudong."

Xue Qianqiu swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, the sound clearly audible in the deathly silence of the world.

In a fleeting moment, the shock and bewilderment on his face were replaced by an extreme fawning.

That distorted old face forced out a smile that was even uglier than crying; the wrinkles piled up, making it look like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Your Excellency...You are joking..."

His voice was dry and hoarse, filled with a humble, ingratiating tone.

"It was all a misunderstanding, everything was a misunderstanding!"

Xue Qianqiu bowed his body, adopting an extremely humble posture, no longer displaying even a trace of the arrogance he had shown as the master of the Holy Land.

"Our Blood Nether Holy Land has absolutely no intention of being your enemy! My son's death was due to his lack of skill; he brought it upon himself and has no one else to blame!"

He spoke these words with such sincerity that it was as if the person who had previously clamored for revenge and wanted to tear Ye Feng to pieces was not him at all.

Seeing Xue Qianqiu's complete 180-degree change in attitude, Jiang Keke, who was in the distance, burst out laughing.

She tugged at Xiao Baiyu's sleeve and whispered, "Second Senior Sister, look! That old man's face changes so quickly! He was all fierce and menacing just a moment ago, but now he's like a lapdog!"

Xiao Baiyu's smiling eyes curved into crescent moons as she looked at her senior brother's nonchalant back, her heart filled with sweetness and admiration.

This is her senior brother!

Before a single sword strike was even unleashed, a holy lord had already bowed his head, and a sacred land had trembled in fear!

Murong Qingqing's serene face beamed with an even wider smile, and the Gu worms around her fell silent, seemingly also intimidated by the supreme imperial might.

Only Bing Xian'er, in her clear and cold phoenix eyes, flashed a trace of complex emotion that was hard to detect.

She has seen too many strong people, and she has also seen too many groveling cowards.

But a scene like Ye Feng, who could frighten an old demon who had been famous for thousands of years into a completely different person with just the aura of a sword, was extremely rare even in her memories of her previous life.

How many secrets does this alcoholic senior brother, who I grew up with, still have hidden?

Faced with Xue Qianqiu's almost begging attitude, Ye Feng simply raised an eyebrow and then tilted his head back to gulp down a large mouthful of wine.

The rich aroma of wine wafted out, mingling with the domineering destructive aura of the Thunder Emperor Sword, forming a strange fusion.

"Oh?"

Ye Feng put down his wine gourd, exhaled a breath of alcohol, and looked at him with amusement.

"how?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted revenge?"

"Why don't you report it?"

Ye Feng's voice remained languid, but every word was like a needle, piercing Xue Qianqiu's heart.

This is attacking someone's spirit!

This is like putting back into his mouth the harsh words he just uttered, right in front of the whole world!

Xue Qianqiu's old face turned pale and then red, extremely embarrassed, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But he dared not show any dissatisfaction.

He could only deepen his fawning smile and lower his head even further.

"A misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding, Your Excellency!"

Xue Qianqiu's voice was tinged with a sob as he tried his best to explain, "I was blinded by my own ignorance and spoke nonsense, offending you!"

"You are a magnanimous person, with a heart as vast as a prime minister's—please...please just treat this old man like a fart and let him go!"

To survive, he abandoned all sense of shame!

What dignity of the Holy Lord, what deep-seated hatred—all of that is bullshit in the face of absolute death!

The elders and disciples of the Blood Nether Holy Land behind him were all dumbfounded.

The image of the invincible, majestic, and sacred Lord in their hearts collapsed at this moment.

It turns out that the god they so fervently worshipped was nothing more than a dog that would wag its tail and beg for mercy in the face of the stronger!

The collapse of faith is more despairing than physical death.

As Ye Feng looked at Xue Qianqiu's ugly state, the smile on his lips gradually faded, and his eyes, which always carried a hint of drunkenness, became clear and deep.

How could he not see what the old man was thinking?

It's nothing more than a delaying tactic.

If I were weaker today and didn't have this Thunder Emperor Sword, I would probably have already been refined into a pool of blood by that broken pot.

Ye Feng had no interest in even acting with someone like that.

He raised his wine gourd and took one last look at the Blood God Cauldron that was mournfully wailing in the air.

"okay."

Ye Feng spoke calmly, interrupting Xue Qianqiu's incessant chatter.

"Stop pretending."

Those five words seemed to possess the power of law, leaving Xue Qianqiu speechless and unable to utter a single word.

He suddenly raised his head and met Ye Feng's calm and unwavering eyes.

In those eyes, he saw no mockery, no sarcasm, only indifference.

An absolute indifference that regards all things as straw dogs.

A chill ran from the soles of Xue Qianqiu's feet straight up to the top of his head!

He realized that the other party had never taken him seriously from the very beginning!

"you……"

Just as Xue Qianqiu was about to say something, Ye Feng's calm yet undeniable voice rang out again, bringing this farce to an end.

"This time, your Blood Nether Holy Land must be destroyed."

boom!

These words were even more terrifying than the power of the Thunder Emperor Sword, and they exploded directly in Xue Qianqiu's mind!

The fawning smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by endless terror and despair.

destruction?

He wants to annihilate the entire Blood Nether Holy Land?!

why? !

Just because his son was foolish enough to provoke him? Just because he had just said a few harsh words?

This...this is completely illogical!

However, Ye Feng's next three words completely shattered all his hopes.

"That's what I said!"

The moment he finished speaking, Ye Feng casually raised the hand that was holding the wine gourd and pointed it lightly at the Thunder Emperor Sword that was floating beside him.