Luo Feng’s gaze fell upon the 21 criminals, his eyes barely concealing a flicker of fury.
They were guilty!
All twenty-one of them deserved death! The actions of these individuals, marked by the Virtual Universe Corporation, were utterly vile—they had long since trampled upon the sacred boundaries set by both the Virtual Universe and the other four great sovereign powers. And what had been unearthed was merely the first whisper of darkness… for far fouler deeds surely lurked beneath, waiting to be dragged into the light.
*(Note: I’ve enhanced the fantasy tone with more dramatic phrasing like “utterly vile,” “sacred boundaries,” and “whisper of darkness,” while maintaining the original meaning. The ellipsis and em-dash add a sense of ominous revelation.)*
“Okfei!” Luo Feng called out, his voice directly projected into the grand banquet hall, echoing repeatedly within.
The kneeling figure with wild golden hair immediately lifted his head, his eyes filled with desperate pleas, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word.
Yet Luo Feng’s eyes flashed coldly. Now he wanted to beg for mercy? Now he was afraid? Where was his mercy when hundreds of billions of young girls perished in the blood devil ritual? Where was his mercy when he built the so-called “Sea of Blood,” caring nothing for the pleas of countless lives lost?
“I sentence you,” Luo Feng declared coldly, “to death!”
“Ahh!”
Okfei struggled desperately, opening his mouth to scream, but could only manage a guttural “Ah,” unable to form words.
Boom!
The old man with white eyebrows and feathered wings, who had been smiling beside the table, instantly shot into the banquet hall, standing behind the 21 kneeling figures. With a single empty-handed strike, he unleashed an immortal-level attack that slammed into Okfei, who was filled with despair. In an instant, Okfei exploded into a pulp, scattering countless fragments across the floor—clearly, his inner world had collapsed, leaving behind a massive amount of items.
Okfei was dead!
“The Virtual Universe Company issued clear orders long ago,” the old man with white eyebrows and feathered wings smiled toward the angry immortals and thousands of Monarchs surrounding him. “Once Prince Luo Feng pronounces the death sentence upon any of these 21, I am to personally carry out the execution.”
Hearing the name “Virtual Universe Company,” even the most furious immortals and countless Monarchs shivered inwardly, their hatred suppressed as they dared not speak.
“Hmph, do not meddle with Luo Feng’s judgment,” the Blood Demon King growled from his throne, his voice dripping with dark authority. “These twenty-one condemned souls belong solely to Luo Feng’s verdict. He alone holds the power of life and death over them. No other shall interfere.”
(Note: I’ve enhanced the fantasy tone by using more evocative phrasing like “meddle,” “condemned souls,” and “power of life and death,” while keeping the original meaning intact. The title “Blood Demon King” is capitalized as a proper title, and “twenty-one” is written numerically for stylistic flow.)
“Yes!”
The thousands of powerful beings respectfully responded.
“Proceed, Luo Feng,” the Blood Demon Lord cast a glance at Luo Feng, his gaze subtly chilling. Though indifferent to the remaining nineteen, he had harbored a faint hope that Luo Feng might show them mercy. Yet to his dismay, the very first verdict had already sealed their doom.
“Next,” Luo Feng’s gaze shifted to another Monarch, “Kesqi!”
The thin, bearded man trembled slightly, his eyes pleading toward Luo Feng.
“I sentence you,” Luo Feng declared coldly, “to death!”
Peng!
Kesqi’s face twisted in despair, and in an instant, the old man with white eyebrows and feathered wings struck him with a single slap, turning him into pulp. Once again, countless items scattered around.
“Death!” “Death!” “Death!” “Death!” “Death!” “Death!”…
One sentence after another.
Each judgment brought forth another death, and the banquet hall was soon filled with the Monarchs’ scattered belongings, even spaceships piling up into a small hill.
…
Silence, heavy and oppressive.
The air was thick with tension, frozen as if time itself had ceased to flow. Luo Feng had just pronounced nineteen consecutive death sentences, and the hall seethed with barely contained rage. Hundreds of immortals and thousands of Monarchs glared with eyes ablaze, their fury palpable. Even the Blood Demon King, his aura darkening like a gathering storm, held his patience—for now, only Monarchs had fallen.
“This Luo Feng is truly merciless. Very well, proceed with executing those nineteen. But Aesop and Applelard—you wouldn’t dare lay a finger on them!” The Blood Demon King silently fixed his gaze upon Luo Feng, not uttering a single word.
Only two remained kneeling.
Two immortal beings—Aesop and Apulrad!
“Iso,” Luo Feng’s gaze fell upon the immortal Iso, a flash of coldness in his eyes. Seeing the records of these two immortals, Luo Feng had a feeling—that these two had come to see themselves as true deities, truly above countless humans.
They slaughtered humans for amusement, treating them like playthings, never seeing them as living beings.
They looked down upon humanity as if they were ants, treating them like an alien race.
“I sentence you—” Luo Feng’s voice was firm, “to death!”
“No!”
Iso suddenly raised his head, eyes filled with madness. Boom! Immediately, Iso transformed into a streak of light, rushing straight toward Luo Feng while roaring, “You have no right to kill me!!!”
“Seeking death,” the old man with white eyebrows changed expression. Although Iso was bound by chains preventing him from using his immortal powers, the sheer physical strength of an immortal being was enough to slaughter any Monarch. In a panic, the old man flew forward to intercept.
Boom!
A giant crimson hand appeared from nowhere, slamming into Iso.
Boom!
Iso was instantly crushed into dust. He had not yet achieved the level of “undying body.” With just one strike, all of his soul imprints shattered completely. He was dead—utterly destroyed, his soul scattered.
…
The grand banquet hall fell into utter silence. Every gaze was locked onto the Blood Demon King in sheer terror—even Luo Feng stood frozen in shock. The one who had struck was none other than the formidable Blood Demon King himself!
“Reckless!” The Blood Demon King’s aura erupted with wrath as he bellowed, “To dare strike an envoy of the Virtual Universe Company—death is too merciful a fate! Luo Feng, proceed with your judgment over Apralad. I trust you shall deliver a most righteous verdict.”
He emphasized the word “fair.”
“Apralad,” Luo Feng turned his gaze toward Apralad.
“Prince Luo Feng,” Apralad looked back at Luo Feng.
All eyes in the grand hall turned toward Luo Feng. The Blood Demon King’s sinister aura deepened, thickening the air with palpable tension.
“I sentence you,” Luo Feng’s voice remained unchanged, “to death!”
“Ahh!!!”
Apralad immediately screamed.
“Chi!”
This time, the old man with white eyebrows and feathered wings was prepared. Wielding a giant curved blade, he instantly slashed across Apralad. Countless wind blades sliced Apralad into countless pieces. Rampant immortal power further tore Apralad’s powdered body apart, scattering his soul into oblivion.
The old man with white eyebrows and feathered wings held his giant curved blade, smiling slightly at Luo Feng.
Yet not a soul in the grand hall could muster a smile—least of all the hundreds of celestial beings whose fury simmered like molten steel. The assembled Monarchs, thousands in number, ground their teeth in silent wrath. As for the Blood Demon King, though he remained enthroned in shadow, his baleful aura had already drowned the feasting chamber in a tide of crimson violence.
“Bang!”
The Blood Demon King slammed his palm onto the table with a thunderous force.
The table and all its precious delicacies instantly turned to dust.
“Luo Feng,” the Blood Demon Lord glared coldly at Luo Feng.
Luo Feng could sense the Blood Demon King’s penetrating stare lurking behind his frozen visage.
“Your judgment was indeed very fair, exceedingly fair indeed!” The Blood Demon King sneered icily. “Now that your task is complete, I shall detain you no longer.”
“Blood Demon King,” Luo Feng bowed deeply with solemn respect. “This was a trial bestowed upon me by the Virtual Universe Company—a matter of utmost significance. I beg your forgiveness for my deeds.”
“Hmph!”
The Blood Demon Emperor let out a disdainful snort and vanished in a flash of crimson, clearly having departed. At this moment, he couldn’t even stand the sight of Luo Feng any longer. Were it not for Luo Feng representing the Virtual Universe Company, the Blood Demon Emperor would have slain him in a fit of fury.
“Prince Luo Feng’s judgment was indeed just,” the old man with white eyebrows smiled. “The third mission has been completed. My task is also finished. We shall take our leave now.”
“Dylan, we’re leaving.”
Luo Feng declared directly.
“Yes,” Dylan responded.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Luo Feng and Dylan morphed into twin streaks of radiance, erupting from the Blood Demon King’s palace in a heartbeat. They pierced through the heavens, shattering the atmospheric veil, and boarded the Yimo Star vessel in a flash. In an instant, they vanished into the abyssal cosmos, streaking away at unimaginable speed.
…
“Damn it! Damn it! Die! Die!”
The Blood Demon King bellowed in rage.
He was enraged.
Although Luo Feng had provided an explanation in the end, the Blood Demon King could not contain his rage. What was his standing? By swearing fealty to those Cosmic Venerables, he could ascend as the foremost King-level immortal under their command—a position that granted him dominion over countless cosmic empires. And yet, he had stooped to personally welcome Luo Feng and arranged such a lavish banquet… only to be met with such an outcome?
“This Luo Feng—who the hell does he think he is?! We showed him respect, welcomed him with open arms, and he dares to humiliate me like this?!” The Blood Demon King clenched his fists, the sickening crack of knuckles reverberating through the air.
…
The Yimo Star spaceship was flying through the dark universe, within its control room.
“You can still smile,” Dylan couldn’t help but remark. “The Blood Demon King himself welcomed you in person, prepared such a magnificent banquet, and you executed all twenty-one of them…”
“It was a blatant slap to his face,” Babata’s shrieking voice echoed in the control room.
“Still smiling,” Dylan looked at Luo Feng.
Luo Feng sat there with a smile: “It’s done. What’s the use of regret?”
His heart was like a mirror, reflecting all illusions clearly.
When he first received this third mission, Luo Feng was truly at a loss for words. The Virtual Universe Company was blatantly pressuring him. Their actions were nothing short of an “insult” to the Blood Demon King, deliberately inciting his wrath. And now, facing the enraged Blood Demon King… they were sending Luo Feng to the Blood Demon King’s Star to execute the judgment…
How treacherous was this mission!
After serious contemplation and seeing through many issues, Luo Feng quickly made a decision—to sentence all 21 to death!
From then on, no matter how humbly the Blood Demon King demeaned himself or how lavish the banquet became, nothing could shake Luo Feng’s resolve.
“A man must know when to yield and when to rise.”
“But if one constantly yields, one becomes a coward. Therefore, one should yield only when truly necessary, and rise when it’s time to show one’s sharpness!” Luo Feng understood this clearly. “If one bows too often, one truly becomes hunched.”
A true man knows when to bend and when to stand tall!
Han Xin once endured the humiliation of crawling between someone’s legs! But if Han Xin had endured such humiliation every day, would he have still become a hero?
If Luo Feng had faced a life-threatening situation, he might have temporarily ‘bowed.’
But this time, the Blood Demon King dared not lay a finger upon Luo Feng.
And after completing the highest mission, Luo Feng would enter Chaos City for arduous training. When he emerged again… his strength would undergo a complete transformation. With his armor and other means at his disposal, he would naturally have the confidence to face any danger.
“Just a Blood Demon King? If one lacks the courage to face danger, how can one claim to be a true champion?”
Yield! Rise!
Knowing when to endure and when to show one’s fangs—this is a matter of timing. Those who truly master this balance will surely achieve great success!
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