Chapter 134: A Stab Straight Through the Chest!

Before this moment, Chu Feng had truly never imagined that on that night at the Nine Profound Sect, when Bai Naizhao had challenged him in front of numerous disciples—both men and women—he would now actually address him as "Brother Feng."

That single utterance of "Brother Feng" was Bai Naizhao’s complete capitulation to Chu Feng.

Chu Feng also realized that not only had he turned Bai Naizhao from foe to friend, but they had become as close as brothers.

"Bai Naizhao, do you finally understand just how formidable our Young Lord Dongzhuo is? If it weren’t for me intervening, would you even be alive right now?" someone taunted.

"Chu Feng, if you know what’s good for you, just admit defeat! If you surrender the Ice Shell Golden Beads willingly, our Young Lord Dongzhuo doesn’t bully the weak; we’ll let you go!" another added.

"Wait, that’s not right! Our good brother Wu Kui was defeated by Chu Feng—how do you plan to settle that score? You want to leave? Fine, but first, you owe us an arm as compensation for Wu Kui!"

At this point, three stewards under Dongzhuo suddenly began bickering among themselves. Though outnumbered, they relied on Dongzhuo’s strength and utterly disregarded Chu Feng and the others.

Before Chu Feng could speak, a female warrior nearby burst into laughter.

"What’s so funny?" Chu Feng and the women around him asked, puzzled.

Following the girl’s gaze, they saw behind Dongzhuo—a large tear in his golden trousers, revealing the white undergarments beneath.

Several modest female warriors quickly turned away, unable to meet the sight, while some more spirited girls pointed and laughed heartily at Dongzhuo’s exposed backside.

Chu Feng glanced at Yu Zui, who was staring intently at him, and he smiled in return.

Only then did Dongzhuo suddenly realize his embarrassing predicament, his face—fair as polished jade—flushed red with shame and anger.

Normally, with Dongzhuo’s martial prowess at the seventh life-restoration stage of body refining, he would have sensed even a single hair touching him, let alone a tear in his clothes.

But earlier, when a gust tore a piece of cloth from his back, Dongzhuo was too alarmed to notice whether it was from his waist or his rear, as the wind’s force was fierce all around.

"Alright, ladies, enough laughing. Our Young Lord Dongzhuo’s face is already red; if you keep going, I’m afraid he’ll crawl into an ice crevice and drown himself," Chu Feng said with a cheerful smile.

"Dongzhuo, go change your pants before you come back to meet your doom! You wouldn’t want to enter hell without decent trousers!" he teased.

"Haha! Young Master Chu truly is merciful—not killing those who are barely clothed!" someone joked.

"Dongzhuo, if you still have any pride, take this chance and leave!" another urged.

"Exactly!" the others echoed.

The female warriors beside Chu Feng cheered enthusiastically. Bai Naizhao’s initial victory had dissipated their tension and unease.

"Heh," Dongzhuo smiled despite the mockery. "Young Master Chu, as the saying goes, no fight, no friendship. I see you value heroes and respect strength. We have no deep grudges—just some misunderstandings. Why don’t we shake hands and turn enemies into friends?"

Hearing this, Chu Feng was taken aback. He stepped forward two paces and fixed his gaze on Dongzhuo’s face.

"What are you looking at, Young Master Chu?" Dongzhuo asked with a confident smile; he had always been proud of his handsome features.

No one else understood what Chu Feng was focusing on.

"I’m looking at your face to see if your ass grew it," Chu Feng sneered. "How can it be that thick?"

Though his lips curled with disdain, Chu Feng’s dantian surged with internal energy, his whole body bristling with fierce combat intent, clearly ready to strike at any moment.

The female warriors laughed again, while Yu Zui smiled softly, and even the usually stern Bai Naizhao chuckled.

"Young Master Chu, it might be easy to laugh at my words about making peace now. But if there were someone to mediate, I believe you wouldn’t refuse that person!" Dongzhuo said, wiping away his embarrassed smile and locking eyes with Chu Feng, as if fearing an attack.

"Hmm? Who is it?" Chu Feng asked curiously, not rushing to kill him, wanting to hear more.

"This person carries great weight in your heart. You wouldn’t listen to others, but you certainly wouldn’t oppose this one!" Dongzhuo said slowly, his bright eyes fixed intently on Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was about to demand to know who it was when he paused to consider—who in his heart held such influence that Dongzhuo was certain their mediation would turn foes into friends?

A single thought flickered in his mind, and immediately an image arose: bright eyes, flawless teeth, delicately shaped brows—a beauty beyond compare. Her white dress fluttered in the breeze, and every smile, every frown radiated an indescribable charm. She was undeniably a peerless beauty.

This beauty was not Yu Zui beside him, but Mu Qiaoxue, whom he had not seen for a long time.

"Mu Qiaoxue?" Chu Feng exclaimed in disbelief.

A short distance away, through a faint chill mist, Mu Qiaoxue appeared wearing a snow-white dress, her graceful figure dazzling to behold. She smiled gently as she walked toward him.

"Miss Mu, how is it that you are here?" Chu Feng barely had time to ask before Mu Qiaoxue’s bright eyes flashed, her smile shifted, and the snow-white silk dress slowly began to slip downward, revealing smooth, pale shoulders like fresh snow.

Chu Feng’s heart skipped a beat.

Mu Qiaoxue moved with elegant, delicate steps, and with every two or three strides, her white dress slipped lower.

Chu Feng caught sight of the vivid red silk bandeau wrapped around her chest. Stunned, his heart suddenly accelerated.

Now standing only a foot away from Chu Feng, face to face, Mu Qiaoxue maintained her captivating smile. She slowly extended her slender, jade-like hand and began to slide the red silk bandeau downward.

Once lowered, it would reveal the exquisite contours beneath.

A surge of heat rushed through Chu Feng’s body, pounding in his brain, raging through his flesh and blood. He longed to seize Mu Qiaoxue’s delicate form, press his lips to her cherry mouth, and then...

Chu Feng felt like a ravenous wolf, and Mu Qiaoxue was a fragrant piece of meat just within reach; the temptation was overwhelming.

Just then, a low humming sound arose in his mind, and a colossal presence like a crocodile appeared, standing firm as a pillar of heaven within his consciousness.

It was as though he had been struck by a sudden blow; the lustful thoughts vanished instantly.

"Miss Mu, what are you doing?" Chu Feng asked.

"Don’t rush; you’ll know soon enough," Mu Qiaoxue’s lips did not move, yet her voice resonated clearly.

Suddenly, Mu Qiaoxue’s delicate hand flickered with a cold gleam, transforming into a sharp dagger that plunged fiercely toward Chu Feng’s heart.

"Chu Feng, let’s see who will lie dead where they fall!"

At that moment, a dark and venomous voice echoed in his ear—it was Dongzhuo’s!

As Dongzhuo’s words faded, there was a sharp sound as the dagger deeply pierced Chu Feng’s chest, burying itself fully to the hilt.