68: Have something to ask me? Okay, here I come, ask me

"Han Feng, save me!"

"Save me! Han Feng!"

"Save me..."

The fatty was crying in Su Lianxue's hands, repeatedly asking her to save him.

Before Han Feng could understand what this meant, he saw Su Lianxue press the fatty to the ground and slowly draw the sword from her waist in front of everyone.

"This person infiltrated the Outer Sect, attempting to steal our sect's secrets; his crime is punishable by death!"

"No..."

"No!"

"No!!!"

Han Feng watched this scene, realizing what was about to happen, and instinctively limped towards Su Lianxue, wanting to stop her.

But unfortunately.

The next moment!

Swish—!

The sword light flashed, and a head fell with a thud!

The fatty's head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at Han Feng, his mouth agape, still trying to convey information to Han Feng until the very end.

'There's something above...'

He exchanged his life for only these three words.

"Ah ah ah ah! Su Lianxue!!!!"

Han Feng collapsed, lunging forward to push Su Lianxue away, then propped up the fatty's corpse, crying out in despair at the head not far away.

"Fatty! Fatty! We were still going to the Upper Realm together, how could you… how could you be so foolish…"

The fatty had always been extremely afraid of death, and also a person who planned ahead.

How could he not guess that the fatty had been caught while trying to gather information for him in the Upper Realm, but… "His crime doesn't warrant death!!!"

"Su Lianxue! Why did you do this! His crime doesn't warrant death!!!"

Han Feng looked at Su Lianxue with bloodshot eyes, screaming in despair.

Even the surrounding Disciples took a few steps back after seeing Han Feng's appearance, fearing he might suddenly go mad.

"..."

Su Lianxue looked at the distraught Han Feng and fell silent, then glanced in Jun Lingxiao's direction and let out a soft sigh.

Since things had come to this, how could she not understand that she had been used as a pawn by Jun Lingxiao?

No wonder she found this fatty familiar; upon closer thought, she vaguely recalled him entering and leaving with Han Feng a few times, so it seemed they knew each other.

But… if she had to do it again, Su Lianxue would still do the same.

Having Jun Lingxiao above her was more important than anything else.

"Han Feng, this is all for your own good, and for the good of all of us."

'Otherwise, not only would this fatty die, but all of us would die.'

Su Lianxue said to Han Feng with a firm tone; of course, she did not utter the latter sentence.

It was an unprovoked disaster, after all. Didn't she invite Jun Lingxiao precisely for this? Everything was for Han Feng's good; otherwise, if Jun Lingxiao truly pursued the matter, Han Feng's entire family wouldn't escape.

Upon hearing this, Han Feng, with one hand supporting the fatty's corpse, pointed at himself in despair with the other, looking at Su Lianxue with disbelief: "For my good?"

"Is your 'for my good' allowing the Elder to distort black and white?"

"Is your 'for my good' pinning a baseless charge on my good brother, then beheading him in front of everyone, in front of me?"

"If that's for my good, then I don't want it!"

Su Lianxue frowned slightly at these harsh words, considering whether to reveal everything, but then instinctively looked up, and remembering Jun Lingxiao's unpredictable temperament, she ultimately sighed: "Han Feng, you don't understand, I truly am doing this for your good..."

"I don't understand? Fine, fine! Then I'll go ask for an explanation myself!" Han Feng gently laid down the fatty's corpse, no longer looking at Su Lianxue, but instead at the high platform she had repeatedly glanced towards.

The fatty's last words, the Elder's peculiarity, Su Lianxue's helplessness—all signs indicated that a powerful hand was manipulating everything behind the scenes.

And he was certain that the person behind it was on that high platform!!

"Ask for an explanation? Ask whom? Is it me?"

Suddenly, a voice came from above. Everyone, including Han Feng, looked up, only to see a young man sitting on a giant sword, which floated steadily in the air.

It's roughly like this; since AI can't generate it, I'll borrow this. The heavy sword is without an edge, but it's not square; it's this semi-circular shape.

It was a giant sword, entirely silver-white, one of the four giant swords his eldest sister had given him, and it was a Quasi-Sacred Artifact. According to her, she would send him a more Advanced one when Jun Lingxiao could use it later.

Everyone looked up at the handsome young man in luxurious clothes in the sky, slightly stunned. Of course, their gaze was mostly fixed on the seemingly casual sword beneath his backside.

Just floating there was enough to make the surrounding Void Realm begin to twist. What kind of Magic Treasure could this be? Everyone thought, and they all looked at Han Feng, wanting to see how he would face such a mysterious existence.

"You are…!" Han Feng's surge of anger was about to erupt, but suddenly he heard an exclamation from the Senior in his mind!

It was the first time he had seen the Senior so flustered.

"Boy! Don't!!!!"

"Bow down, quickly!!"

"This person carries a Qi similar to the sword light that annihilated my clan; I will never forget it even in death!! I'll conceal my Qi first; you must remember to lower your posture! This person doesn't even need to act; a single word could destroy you and me!! Do not anger him, we still have hope of survival!!"

The Senior in his mind left a 'fend for yourself' and quickly disappeared, no matter how Han Feng called out, there was no response.

He had felt something was off from the beginning, but if the other party intentionally concealed it, he couldn't detect any Qi. But now that the other party had revealed himself, he would never forget this Qi until he died.

If he had known that such an existence would descend upon this Small World, he would never have dared to show his face! He regretted it immensely! He originally thought he had chosen a good seedling to inherit his mantle, but now his guts were turning green with regret. If he could, he would directly abandon Han Feng and flee for his life!

"Han Feng, I am standing right here."

"What do you want to ask? Ask."

"I'm listening."

Jun Lingxiao sat in the sky, a smile on his face, his fingers occasionally tapping the hilt of the sword at his waist, clearly having Killing Intent.

A powerful Qi enveloped Han Feng, as if he dared to utter half a word, his head would immediately fall.

Han Feng himself hadn't recovered from the Senior's words just now. He stood rooted to the spot, as if struck by a bolt from the blue, unable to move.

"The person who annihilated the Senior's clan is the young man before me?"

"No, no, not this young man, it should be someone of this young man's clan."

"Does that mean he comes from the Upper Realm?"

Suddenly, Han Feng's face turned pale, and his body swayed. His already strained body suddenly seemed to lose all strength, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

On one side was the vendetta for his good friend, on the other was the Senior's admonition, and above his head… the increasingly dense Killing Intent… His biggest trump card was the Senior, and now the Senior was so scared he hid. Without the Senior's help, he didn't even dare to lift his head!

Han Feng truly wanted to look up and shout, "Are people from the Upper Realm so great!" and then draw his sword and fight! But he knew one thing very clearly in his heart: "If I act now, I will surely die! The gap is too great; only by living can I seek revenge!"

Thinking this, he looked at the fatty's corpse again, feeling utterly helpless. His fists clenched even tighter, even piercing his palms and drawing blood. But in the end, Han Feng convinced himself.

His knees slowly lowered, as if it took all his strength to bow his head and kneel.

"It's nothing."

"I, Han Feng… have no problems whatsoever."

From beginning to end, Han Feng only looked up at the person above once.

He didn't even realize how his gaze shifted away; it was a shiver that originated from the depths of his heart. After his gaze moved away, he no longer dared to look directly at the person above him again…