Chapter 89: Even a Three-Year-Old Must Be Killed

“Sir.”

“He killed the lord.”

“The lords all died at his hands. What about us?”

“Run.”

In an instant, everyone reached the same conclusion.

Murong Bo was the first to come before Jiang Shisan. “Thirteenth Young Master, hurry and leave.”

They had to flee.

How could Chu Feng let them escape? He burst into laughter. “Who would have thought that the illustrious Imperial Clan of the Jiang family would be unable to deal with a mere sect like the Azure Mystery Dao Sect, and now even be frightened into scattering in all directions? If word of this got out, would the world not laugh itself sick?”

“But I’ve long heard that the Jiang Imperial Clan has impure blood and no backbone, unworthy of the title descendants of the Great Emperor. Seeing it today, I must say the rumors were not wrong at all.”

“Running away is only natural, then. Nothing strange about that.”

Imperial clan had made them who they were, and imperial clan would bring them down.

Precisely because of those words, others could run, but they could not.

The moment they fled, they gave Chu Feng an excuse to attack them.

As soon as those words were spoken, the Jiang family members who had been scattering in panic visibly trembled. Some of them even stopped mid-flight, turned back to face Chu Feng, and ground out through clenched teeth, “We cannot run, because we are descendants of the Great Emperor. Even if we die, we must die on our knees. We absolutely cannot bring shame upon the Jiang Imperial Clan.”

“Everyone, attack together and kill him!”

“That’s right. Fight to the death. The outcome is still uncertain.”

Killing intent exploded forth.

Passion ignited.

The people who had been preparing to flee all stopped in their tracks, murderous aura surging from their bodies as they charged at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng laughed heartily. “As expected, you’re nothing but pitiful creatures burdened by your bloodline. You know you’re no match for me, you know you can flee, and yet you insist on fighting to the death. That only benefits me.”

Just now, killing Fu Yuanshan had already brought Chu Feng a huge windfall.

The system had announced:

Kill the tribulation sovereign Fu Yuanshan, gain eighty thousand fortune points. Because the kill was across a realm boundary, receive a five-hundred-thousand-fold critical return, for a total of four million fortune points.

Each one was worth several tens of thousands.

There were nearly a hundred people here. If he killed them all, wouldn’t it be easy to pocket several million fortune points?

Even the tiniest mosquito was still meat.

Especially since there was also a three-year-old child of fortune here.

A seedling who was about to become a son of destiny.

The slaughter began here.

Wherever he passed, blood flowed like a river.

Nearly every strike of Chu Feng’s sword claimed a life. The Heaven Incinerating Sword was unleashed.

Soon, only three Great Vehicle Heavenly Lords remained, along with little Jiang Shisan.

Chu Feng gently stroked the longsword in his hand, a trace of savage amusement appearing on his face. “You three, why haven’t you come eagerly to your deaths? Are you waiting for me to come kill you myself?”

Qian Duozhong, Zhou Xuance, and Murong Bo exchanged a glance, and in an instant all three reached a tacit understanding.

They attacked Chu Feng together.

One divine ability after another erupted.

Storms, flames, lightning.

A deluge of attacks poured down upon Chu Feng.

If he were struck by any of it, he would surely die.

Chu Feng let out a cold snort. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The Heaven Incinerating Sword in his hand.

He swung it down in a single slash.

A quarter of an hour later.

Three heads flew high into the air.

The three were slain by Chu Feng with one sword, all at once.

The host has killed Great Vehicle Heavenly Lord Qian Duozhong and obtained seventy thousand fortune points.

The host has killed Great Vehicle Heavenly Lord Zhou Xuance and obtained ninety thousand fortune points.

The host has killed Great Vehicle Heavenly Lord Murong Bo and obtained sixty-nine thousand fortune points.

...

In the void.

Inside a flying carriage, Chu Feng looked at Jiang Shisan, this near-son of destiny with fortune reaching ninety-nine, and asked with a smile, “Little one, now that only you remain, how do you think I should deal with you?”

Jiang Shisan said, “Naturally, you should let me go.”

Chu Feng asked, “Give me a reason to spare you.”

Jiang Shisan said proudly, “Because my surname is Jiang, and I am a direct descendant of the Jiang family. My grandfather is the head of the Jiang family.”

“If you kill me, the Jiang family will never let you off.”

Chu Feng immediately laughed.

“Little one, you say I’ve killed so many of your Jiang family retainers. By your family’s usual style, what do you think will happen?”

“Kill you,” Jiang Shisan blurted out.

Chu Feng said, “See? You can understand it yourself. For me, whether I kill you or not, your Jiang family will still try to kill me. So that reason doesn’t hold.”

Jiang Shisan froze for a moment, instantly regretting it, wishing he could slap himself hard.

But soon, Jiang Shisan thought of another reason.

He said, “Because I’m still a child. I’m only three years old this year. Uncle, surely you wouldn’t even spare a three-year-old, would you? Or are you afraid that this three-year-old will seek revenge on you in the future, so you want to kill me now?”

“Yes,” Chu Feng said with a nod. “Have you never heard such a saying? ‘Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river; never bully the young and poor.’ You are the Sacred Body of Desolation, with a bloodline of the Great Emperor of unprecedented purity. Your future achievements are boundless. If I let you go, then after you grow strong, what if you turn around and kill me?”

“See? There’s the problem.”

“For the sake of my own life, I can only kill you.”

Jiang Shisan was on the verge of tears.

Countless thoughts wildly flashed through his mind.

Tears welled up uncontrollably.

Then he burst into loud sobs.

“Waaah, you’re bullying me. You won’t even spare a three-year-old.”

Chu Feng snorted coldly. “The thing I hate most is people crying in front of me. Do you know how irritating that is? So you can die now.”

Chu Feng drew out the Heaven Incinerating Sword and, with one stroke, split Jiang Shisan in two.

Even in death, Jiang Shisan never understood it.

He was actually dead.

This man was a madman, one who would even kill a three-year-old child.

Congratulations to the host for killing the child of fortune Jiang Shisan and obtaining twenty million fortune points, along with the following rewards.

Reward one: two thousand years of cultivation.

Reward two: one Immortal-Emperor Realm Experience Card, lasting three minutes.

Reward three: one immortal-grade concealed cultivation art.

Reward four: one Child of Fortune Search Card.

That was all.

The rewards didn’t seem all that impressive.

An immortal-grade concealed cultivation art, though, was not bad. With it, he could hide his aura and cultivation. This was a must-have art for pretending to be weak and luring the tiger down from the mountain. Next time, no one would be able to see through his cultivation realm at a glance and underestimate him.

It was the perfect match for posing as a reclusive expert.

It was just that two thousand years of cultivation could at most push him into the late Great Vehicle stage.

Once one reached the Great Vehicle realm, each further breakthrough required vastly more mana. To advance to the peak of the Great Vehicle realm would demand even more.

As for the experience card...

Just a moment ago, when Chu Feng faced the Jiang family crowd, he had thought at last that he could finally use it.

Who would have thought it was completely unnecessary?

As descendants of the Great Emperor, their pride made them disdain to gang up on him. In the end, Chu Feng seized the opportunity and killed them, leaving them to die with bitter resentment.