"How did you break free? This is absolutely impossible! How did you manage it?"
Seeing his own ancestor inexplicably injured and Mu Feng having escaped, he was so terrified he nearly lost his soul.
At this moment, the old Daoist felt his worldview crumble. His ancestor was a monstrous old man who had lived for a full century, how could he possibly be severely wounded?
Furthermore, the other party had done all this without even getting close, achieving it remotely. This was simply too astonishing and earth-shattering.
Mu Feng ignored him and walked over with a smile, grabbing him by the neck.
"No, no, don't kill me, please..." The old Daoist begged for mercy again after his neck was gripped.
A large patch of his Daoist robe became wet; he had clearly wet himself from fear.
"Let you go? Don't you old scoundrels know how to use others to kill? Keep going!" Mu Feng's grip was incredibly strong, and his face quickly turned ashen.
The old Daoist cried out, "Ancestor, save your disciple, save your disciple..."
The elder at this moment was clutching his chest, panting heavily.
He had lost the ability to circulate his internal energy to heal himself, but it was to no avail.
The moment he tried to circulate his energy, his meridians would explode, potentially even costing him his life.
The elder was already in dire straits, like a clay Buddha crossing the river, how could he possibly worry about the old Daoist's safety?
"Save your disciple quickly, I'm suffocating..." The old Daoist's tears streamed down, and his heart sank into despair.
Mu Feng chuckled softly, "No one can save you now. If you have any last words, hurry and say them!"
"Don't kill me, this is all a misunderstanding, you must believe me, sir! I only did this to enrage the ancestor!"
The old Daoist continued to weep pitifully, as if he were truly innocent.
However, Mu Feng was no longer buying it. He sneered, "Forget it. In my opinion, it's better for you old things to be honest and be dead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he tightened his grip slightly. With a crack, the old Daoist's throat was immediately snapped.
Mu Feng tossed the old Daoist's corpse aside like a dead dog.
His face was filled with despair and unwillingness, his contorted features chilling to behold.
However, this scene, in the eyes of the bound men, was the most beautiful painting in the world.
They were tearful, wiping their eyes continuously. If they hadn't been tied up, they would have knelt before Mu Feng right then and there.
"We're saved! We're truly saved this time!"
"Gods! These are legendary gods!"
Everyone exclaimed with heartfelt praise. At this moment, Mu Feng was the flame of hope for all of them.
The severely injured elder was still clutching his chest, his face flushed red, blood constantly trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Mu Feng slowly walked over and snapped his fingers, "Don't try to circulate your energy. This time, I'll take your life!"
"How is this possible? What exactly have you done to this seat?"
The elder clearly couldn't comprehend how he had become so severely injured.
Even though his dark energy attack had been broken, even with a backlash, there shouldn't have been such a severe reaction, to the point where he couldn't even circulate his energy to heal.
Mu Feng pointed to his body, "Take a look at what's on you!"
The elder instinctively lowered his head and was shocked to find that his body's acupoints were all pierced by silver needles.
"You... When did you break through my defenses?" he asked, extremely shocked.
"The moment you trapped me with your dark energy!" Mu Feng sighed.
"How is this possible? You were already trapped by me, how could you still employ such a method?"
The elder's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably from shock; he clearly couldn't accept such a reality.
Mu Feng spread his hands, "Then all I can say is that you are truly a frog in a well. While you do possess some strength, it's not enough to contend with me. Now, I will skin you alive, piece by piece!"
No one could possibly describe the depth of this elder's sins.
There was not a single spot to stand in the entire cavern; it was filled with skeletons. How many people had to be killed to fill such a vast cavern?
"I don't believe it! Die!" The elder, enraged, tried to circulate his internal energy again.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The elder's complexion turned incredibly pale, his life force rapidly draining. His once graying hair immediately turned completely white.
"My lifespan! My lifespan! Kid, I will definitely take your life!"
Mu Feng narrowed his eyes, "Powerless rage is meaningless. You probably couldn't even handle a three-year-old child now. What capital do you have to fight me?"
The elder found that he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.
Most ridiculously, he didn't even have the ability to walk, and even a cane was useless.
"You... you despicable and shameless..." The elder, enraged, couldn't utter a word. It took him a long time to finally manage to blurt out a sentence.
Mu Feng scoffed, "If we're talking about despicable and shameless, I think you, you undying old thing, are the most despicable. Wouldn't you agree, everyone?"
The bound men nodded repeatedly.
"He's a shameless wretch, a devil!"
"So many people were drained by him. Sir, you must eliminate this scourge for the people!"
"Yes, this man must die. Countless people have been turned into skeletons by him these past few days. It's truly terrifying, truly terrifying!"
The crowd spoke one after another, their accusations enough to drown the elder.
The elder's mentality completely collapsed. He realized that perhaps today, he couldn't escape death.
Thinking this, he gritted his teeth, "Young man, how about we strike a deal?"
"Oh? What kind of deal?" Mu Feng looked at the elder as if he were an idiot.
The elder's eyes lit up, sensing an opportunity. He feebly stroked his white beard, "Young man, do you know how old I am?"
"I truly don't know. At least over a hundred, right?" Mu Feng said casually.
"The world doesn't know, but this seat has lived for precisely two hundred years. No matter how powerful you are, you only have a hundred years of lifespan!"
"Yet, I have lived for so long, and a thousand years would be easy. All of this is thanks to my immortal arts. Don't you wish to possess them?"
The elder gradually tempted, trying to entice Mu Feng.
However, how could he possibly be moved?
"Your so-called immortal arts are not simply about absorbing the blood and essence of others, are they!"
The elder nodded, "Precisely. This is called the Longevity Demonic Art, which involves absorbing the blood and essence of others, especially these vigorous young men. So many people could increase my lifespan by half a year. If you wish, I can let you try it now!"
The men's tears began to stream down in terror.