Someone cried out, "Sir, you must not fall for his trick. What's the difference between learning this demonic art and becoming a demon!"
"Yes, we don't want to die, we really don't want to die!"
Despair filled the eyes of the crowd once again. They had thought they would be saved, but now, they would most likely die.
After all, the temptation of eternal life was too great. They didn't believe this young man in front of them could resist such a temptation.
The old man glared fiercely at the crowd, "You short-lived brats, stop your nonsense and obediently let this lord absorb you..."
Mu Feng snorted coldly and immediately interrupted him, "Do you think I'm like you?"
With a wave of his hand, the ropes on the bodies of the men all broke automatically.
Once they regained their mobility, the men prostrated themselves on the ground, kneeling before Mu Feng.
"Thank you, sir, thank you!"
The crowd continuously kowtowed, and soon their foreheads were bleeding.
Mu Feng waved his hand again, and a gentle force helped the men to their feet.
The old man's eyelids twitched incessantly. He realized that the young man before him was unyielding to either threats or enticements.
Having no other choice, he had to brace himself and continue to instigate, "By obtaining this technique, you can achieve immortality. After a hundred years, everyone else will turn to dust. Don't you want to live forever?"
Mu Feng sneered, "If it comes at the cost of others' lives, then such immortality is not worth it!"
"These people are merely ants. If they die, they die. Heaven helps those who help themselves. Young man, why don't you understand such a simple principle?"
The old man was so furious he nearly spat blood. In his eyes, immortality was the ultimate meaning of life.
Mu Feng disdainfully said, "Not everyone is like you, acting like a devil. Your actions will only earn disgust!"
"Young man, you are too young and don't understand the principles involved. What does the life and death of these people have to do with us?"
"As long as you spare me, I will impart this technique to you as it is. Then, the world will be yours to roam freely!"
The old man's eyes were filled with fanaticism, eager to absorb the essence blood of all the men present.
Mu Feng ignored him and clapped his hands, "It seems everyone's eyes are filled with hatred for this fellow!"
One of the men stepped forward and stood out, saying, "Indeed, sir. We wish we could hack him into a thousand pieces!"
Mu Feng smiled, "Since that is the case, I shall leave him to you. Whether you beat him to death or hack him to death is entirely up to you!"
The men were overjoyed, tears almost streaming down their faces. Being able to personally execute their enemy was incredibly satisfying.
The old man was petrified. For days, he had tormented these people countless times.
Many of their companions had been absorbed by him. He and these men had a deep, bloody feud.
Once he fell into their hands, his fate would be dire.
The old man trembled in fear, saying, "No, no, absolutely not. You cannot hand me over to these people!"
"Why is that?" Mu Feng shrugged.
"Absolutely not. I will die a terrible death. They will never let me go!"
At this moment, the old man finally knew fear. Helpless as he was now, how could he be a match for these men filled with hatred?
Mu Feng smiled, "How terrible can it be? Worse than the skeletons in this cave? Old man, this is karma. You should just accept your fate!"
With that, he retreated to the side, paying no further attention to anything happening on the scene.
The men moved as one, all advancing to surround the old man.
"You wretches! How dare you touch me? I will not rest even as a ghost!"
The old man gritted his teeth, guarding his vital areas, trying to intimidate these people with his fierce killing intent.
However, the men's eyes were clearly red. After so many days, their companions had died one after another. They no longer cared about how strong his killing intent was.
For countless nights, they had longed for revenge, and now it was becoming a reality.
"Charge! Avenge our fallen brothers!"
The leading man raised his arm and shouted, and all the men rushed fiercely towards the old man.
The old man roared, "No, no..."
Soon, he was engulfed by the crowd, and the men began to rain punches and kicks upon him.
Before long, the old man's face was kicked into a pig's head, looking as ridiculous as could be.
"Die for me, die for me!"
Next, everyone fiercely kicked the old man's head.
He was indeed tough, as a group of people had been beating him for so long, yet he only sustained some superficial injuries, which spoke volumes about his powerful physique.
However, the severely injured old man gradually began to falter. After about ten minutes, his breathing became exceptionally weak.
His face was bruised and swollen, and he cried out, "Don't do this, don't hit me anymore! I'm willing to compensate you for everything. If you want money, I can give it to you. One hundred million for each person, is that not enough?"
Over the years, the old man had accumulated considerable wealth, and he could afford to pay.
However, the men clearly had no intention of accepting money. Anyone who had endured such inhumane treatment would not be content to let him off so easily.
Mu Feng clapped his hands and praised, "Well done! However, your force is still a bit weak. He won't die from this kind of beating!"
Someone asked, "Sir, how should we beat him?"
"Don't you see he's constantly clutching his stomach? That means his navel is his weakest point. Attack there fiercely!" Mu Feng pointed at the old man's abdomen.
The old man was so enraged he spat out another mouthful of blood, "You, you!"
The crowd responded with one voice, and they began to attack his stomach.
This was indeed the old man's weakest point. Soon, he felt his insides churning, and his complexion instantly changed.
Already on the brink of death, his life force began to drain away rapidly, his pupils dilated, and he even lost the ability to struggle.
"I'm willing to pay anything, why, why!"
His heart was filled with unwillingness, and he muttered incoherently.
After a few more minutes, the old man grunted, his legs stiffened, and he had no more signs of life.
The men stood there, panting heavily. They had exerted all their strength.
"Is he... is he dead?" someone asked hesitantly.
Mu Feng nodded, "Of course. This man deserved his fate. But having lived for so long, he should be content. Who has enjoyed more blessings than him?"
The crowd was moved to tears and embraced each other.
Having survived, they all fell to their knees before Mu Feng.
"Sir, thank you. You are our savior. Please accept our bow!" the leading man kowtowed first.
The others followed suit. Seeing this, Mu Feng immediately helped them all up.
"Since I encountered this situation, I would naturally help. You should not bear too much psychological burden!" Mu Feng said with a faint smile.