Chu Feng quietly watched the clowns curse, and there was even a faint smile on his face. The more the enemy cursed, the more it meant that he was doing the right thing.
In history, there were many cases where those who could not bear the responsibility attributed the cause of destruction to one person. The most common example was that every fallen country would have an evil concubine that brought disaster to the country.
The words of one person could not stop the mouths of the masses. Moreover, a scapegoat had to be pushed onto the stage to take the public curses, prison punishment, and other disasters on behalf of the truly guilty people.
However, Chu Feng was luckier than the other scapegoats. The only thing that could keep him from falling despite being blamed for so many crimes was his almost invincible strength.
Amidst the many chaotic words, a faint voice was loud for no reason, “Are you done?”
Chu Feng’s expression was calm as he swept his gaze across the fat humans and beasts who were shouting the loudest, the rich and powerful who were dressed in silver and gold.
It was just a normal gaze, but the immortals and true gods shuddered, their hearts trembling. What kind of gaze was that? It was as if Kante, Nash, and the rest of them were nothing but dead people!
The gaze of the youth was just too cold. It seemed to be even colder than when he was looking at an ant. It was as if there was no existence in front of him, let alone a living person or an undead…
That indescribable feeling made people panic. In the hall, the people were so scared that they gulped.
On the other hand, the people working at the auction house carried out their affairs as usual. They would only look at Chu Feng from time to time in fervent worship. Even if their hearts or souls were dug out from their bodies, it wouldn’t make their faith cool.
The scene quieted down and Chu Feng sat back on his throne. He crossed his legs, supporting his head and smiling, “Desolate God, don’t you want to say something?”
Up until this moment, Chu Feng hadn’t taken off his disguise, nor had he communicated with the Desolate God. The immortal whose name was called looked at the gloomy youth in front of him, finding him both unfamiliar and familiar.
What made him feel the strangest was the youth’s unfamiliar face, but the familiarity came from some sort of intuition. The Desolate God tried to use the spiritual slave imprint in his soul to find a definite answer, but the response he received was rejection. He was confused… Was this strangely familiar stranger before him his Master or not?
Under normal circumstances, slaves could sense their master’s existence. But if the latter intentionally cut off the perception or set up obstacles, the spiritual slave would have no other way. After all, the master was supreme!
Chu Feng enjoyed the expressions of the people in front of him with some mischief. Sure enough, the powerful people who were the most displeasing to the eye were still acceptable when they were quiet.
The Desolate God did not say a word, deeply afraid of offending his Master. Even if the possibility of the other party being the lord of his faith was small, he was still afraid that it would really happen. If it did, then even if he died ten thousand times, it would not be enough to pay for his crime!
The Desolate God remained silent. In contrast, the immortal beside him received the hint from the two family heads. With that, he started blurting words that he didn’t even process before saying. He even dared to point at the youth’s nose as he cursed, “Are you even worthy of calling the Desolate God? My father is the Master of the wild region while you are just an outsider who harbors evil intentions towards the wild region. Hurry up and kneel and kowtow! Even if you are a distinguished guest of the wild region’s auction, you have no right to interfere with the wild region’s slave trade. Hurry up and apologize to Uncle Kante and Uncle Nash!”
The two family heads who were mentioned immediately stood up and said that it was a misunderstanding. They kept saying, “As long as the slave and beast trades of the wild region return to normal, we will be good friends.”
“As the saying goes, no war, no friendship. If you have financial difficulties, we can work together for a win-win situation. Why do we need to hurt the people of the wild region?”
“If you can get that big shot from yesterday to join the Slave Chamber of Commerce, at the very least, you can get this number!” The head of the Kalu family, Kante, held up a number with his fingers, smiling.
The head of the Zelda family, Nash, was unwilling to be outdone. He immediately said, “If that unrivaled expert is willing to protect the Zelda family, then an annual tribute will be arranged!”
Hearing this, Kante was displeased. He immediately changed his words and was willing to pay twice the amount of tribute that the Zelda family offered to obtain protection. Nash followed suit and multiplied the number with the other party’s offer as the base. Just as they argued to the point the other families and factions were unable to join, a blood-curdling scream sounded.
“Ahhhhh!”
The two family heads turned around and saw that Ell, the Desolate God’s favored child who was also the Wildfire Lord of the desolate giant race and had pointed at the young man and cursed, was covering his finger as he jumped.
Fresh blood splattered on the clean floor. On closer inspection, there was even a broken index finger on the floor. It was clearly the finger that had just pointed at Chu Feng. Why was there suddenly blood?
What made everyone find it strange was that Ell was an immortal after all. Why did he look like he was struggling on the floor? And the hand that he was covering… It seemed that his race characteristic of regeneration hadn’t been fully displayed yet.
One had to know that even if the desolate giant race was shattered into pieces, they could still be reborn!! But now, his broken finger was not regenerated!
Kante and Naci looked at Ell, then at the Desolate God who was still motionless, and the youth who was still smiling faintly. They found it simply inconceivable! What the hell was going on?
Chu Feng smiled and said, “Whether it’s the Slave Chamber of Commerce or other factions, since I’ve already said that the wild region will no longer be involved in the slave trade in the future, then this matter has been decided.”
Amidst the screams in the background, his voice was exceptionally calm, making people feel even more fearful. It was also at this moment that the immortal who had once heard the voice of the big shot in the central room on the first floor suddenly realized, “You, you are the Lord?!”
His voice was too weak and completely suppressed by the screams. Only a few people who were close to him heard it, and then they widened their eyes in horror.
“The invincible ultimate expert!!”
The screams continued for a while. The people from the Slave Chamber of Commerce had yet to digest Chu Feng’s words and the latest information that came from elsewhere when suddenly, the screams were forcefully swallowed.
Then, there was a mix of painful gasps, hatred, and anger as Ell blurted, “When did I step on your sore spot? You have no right to touch the big cake of slave trading. The best industry in the wild region is going to be f*cking destroyed by you. With just you, a @&#$!…”
The more Ell cursed, the more pain he was under. The inhuman pain that seemed to have seeped into his bones was tearing at his soul. He no longer had any rationality to speak of.
Pain, resentment, madness… He spat out a string of profanities, and then, at a certain moment, his father pierced through his chest! Ell was puzzled and incredulous! He tried his best to turn around, only to see that the Desolate God was kneeling and submitting to that youth!
In the next moment, the Desolate God moved his right hand! With that, his overwhelming power wrapped around the Wildfire Lord, and repeatedly crushed the latter until his soul was destroyed!
Seeing this, the other sons of the Desolate God, who had been stunned, came back to their senses. One of his sons who valued father-son relationships and brotherhood, immediately roared at his father, whom he had worshipped the most in the past, “You’re crazy!”
The Desolate God’s eyes were cold, “Those who offend my Master will be killed without mercy.”
