I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

Boom—!

As the colossal gate that separated life and death slowly closed, Chu Feng was completely swallowed by endless darkness.

A putrid stench a hundred times stronger than the bloody smell of the Prince's mansion wafted over, mixed with resentment, death, and malevolence, as if countless souls had rotted away in despair for a thousand years without seeing the light of day.

The air was cold and damp, and the dripping sound of water echoed in the empty space, like the saliva of some monster, or the tears of a desperate person.

"Hehehe... What a fragrant smell of flesh and blood..."

"How many years has it been? Ten years? Or thirty years? Finally, some fresh, living people have come in!"

"This kid's vitality is truly vigorous; he's even more appealing than those old geezers sent in back in the day!"

In the darkness, hoarse, eerie voices, filled with greed and madness, echoed from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, pairs of eyes emitting various colors of light, such as scarlet, eerie green, and deathly white, lit up one after another in the darkness, like will-o'-the-wisps in a graveyard, locking onto Chu Feng.

As the eyes appeared, a series of twisted yet imposing figures slowly emerged from the dark corners.

Some of them were missing limbs, some had rusted weapons stuck in their bodies, and some had strange black patterns on their skin. But without exception, each of them exuded an intense and overwhelming aura of violence and ferocity.

These people were all powerful and influential figures in their lifetimes, and the number of people who died at their hands was at least eight or ten thousand. Imprisoned in this dark and sunless Demon-Suppressing Tower, the years have worn away their rationality, but have also brought their ferocity and resentment to their extreme.

Chu Feng glanced at the scene and immediately understood the situation.

There are at least fifty or sixty people on this first level. The weakest of them are all at the early stage of Grandmaster. Among them, there are seven or eight whose auras are so strong that they have already faintly touched the threshold of the Finger Profound Realm, just one step away from it.

Such a force, if unleashed elsewhere, would be enough to overthrow a medium-sized country.

"Kid, what did you do to deserve being sent to this godforsaken place?" A man with only one arm and wearing half a bronze mask licked his chapped lips and asked with interest.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just killed a prince on the side." Chu Feng shrugged, speaking casually.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding demons were first taken aback, then burst into uproarious laughter.

"Hahahaha! Killed a prince? Interesting! Interesting! Kid, you're just my type!"

"Not bad, not bad. Are all the young people out there this bold these days?"

"What a pity. No matter how brave you are, once you enter this Demon-Suppressing Tower, you'll only turn into a pile of bones. Kid, rather than being torn to pieces by those old monsters, you'd better obediently offer up your flesh and blood so I can have a taste!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a short, dwarf-like old man with emerald green eyes let out a piercing shriek. His figure blurred, turning into a blur, his five fingers forming claws, and a foul-smelling gust of wind rushed straight for Chu Feng's heart!

"Arrogant!"

Chu Feng's eyes turned cold. Faced with this swift and ghostly attack, he didn't even move his feet an inch.

Just as the claws were about to touch his chest, he moved.

The rusty broken sword in his hand, though delayed, struck first, slashing upwards at an angle that was both incredibly simple and incredibly fast.

puff!

There was no earth-shattering collision, only the soft sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh.

The figure of the dwarf old man came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, his emerald green pupils filled with endless shock and disbelief.

He looked down and saw that his body, from his jaw to his chest, had been neatly slashed open by a sword, and blood and internal organs were gushing out uncontrollably.

"How... is this possible..."

He managed to utter a few words before collapsing to the ground, his life fading rapidly.

One sword strike, instant kill!

The noisy, strange laughter that filled the room vanished instantly, leaving a completely silent space.

All the demons wore expressions of horror.

They could clearly see that the dwarf old man was a powerful expert in the mid-stage of the Grandmaster realm, and his "Azure Phosphorous Ghost Claw" was extremely vicious, yet he was killed so easily by this seemingly harmless young man with a single sword strike!

However, what really sent chills down their spines was yet to come.

Chu Feng walked to the corpse of the dwarf old man and silently recited something in his mind.

Om-!

The coffin within his body emitted a buzzing sound. An invisible, yet overwhelmingly malevolent, devouring force instantly enveloped the corpse.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, the dwarf old man's flesh, bones, and even his pure cultivation essence withered away at a visible speed, transforming into streams of extremely pure blood-red energy that surged into Chu Feng's body.

In just a few breaths, a fresh corpse turned into a lifeless pool of dried corpse powder.

"What...what an evil technique!"

"He's devouring! He's devouring the old ghost's cultivation!"

"A demon! This guy is the real demon!"

Fear, like a plague, spread through the hearts of all the prisoners.

They looked at Chu Feng, their eyes no longer filled with the greed and mockery of before, but instead with a deep-seated fear.

They are demons, but this young man in front of them is even more like a demon!

Chu Feng felt the surge of power within his body and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He raised his head, his blood-red eyes sweeping over everyone present, the broken sword in his hand emitting a humming sound that seemed to yearn to drink blood.

"I was thinking about how to greet you seniors."

"It seems that we don't need to go through all that trouble now."

He grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like the pronouncement of death in everyone's ears.

"Today, we'll see who eats whom!"

"The hunt begins!"

The moment he finished speaking, Chu Feng's figure vanished.

Like a streak of blood-red lightning, he charged into the group of terrified demons.

"ah--!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Let's fight him!"

The piercing screams, desperate pleas for mercy, and frantic roars intertwined, creating a symphony of death.

But none of this could stop Chu Feng's progress.

His sword is simple, direct, and efficient.

Each sword strike precisely takes a life.

Wherever he went, corpses fell one after another, and under the terrifying devouring power of the Burial Coffin, they quickly turned into ashes.

The pure energy, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, continuously poured into his body, causing his cultivation, which was already at the Grandmaster level, to begin to rise wildly!

Mid-stage Grandmaster!

Late-stage Grandmaster!

Peak Grandmaster!

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the dozens of once infamous demons on the first floor of the Demon Suppression Tower were all slaughtered and turned into nourishment for Chu Feng.

The entire first floor fell silent once more, with only Chu Feng standing quietly on the "carpet" made of dried corpse powder.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the darkness as he looked at the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Little brother, how are you feeling?" The enchantress's voice carried a hint of satisfied laughter.

"It's better than ever before." Chu Feng felt the surging power within him, almost overflowing, and licked his lips, his eyes filled with endless fighting spirit and madness.

"This is only the first floor. I wonder how many more delicious 'snacks' are waiting for me on top."

He carried the broken sword, its blood-red blade gleaming, and slowly walked step by step toward the dark staircase leading to the second level.