Chu Feng showed no courtesy and stepped forward, pressing his foot against the woman's chest.

"You're not Chang'e!" Chu Feng focused his gaze and realized that the woman was about forty years old. Although she still had her charm, she was not Chang'e.

"She is the main person behind the formation, a confidante of the Panlong Heavenly Emperor!" The Western Talents seemed to be filled with hatred for this middle-aged woman and loudly revealed her identity from behind.

"His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor will not spare you!" The middle-aged woman, captured by Chu Feng, showed no fear and displayed a venomous expression on her face.

Glaring at Chu Feng with a Freezing Yin gaze, a strange sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, black blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, and her expression turned painful.

With a muffled groan, her head tilted, and she died on the spot.

It appeared that this woman was a Death Soldier of the Panlong Heavenly Emperor, already hiding poison in her body. After being captured, she immediately bit through the poison sack, which led to her sudden death.

A layer of black gas covered the woman's entire face, and her skin, including her neck and arms, turned pitch-black. This poison was extremely potent, with a very short activation time.

Touched by blood, fatally deadly in three breaths.

After the woman died, her body began to rapidly decay, foul-smelling fluids oozing out.

Chu Feng, frightened, hurriedly withdrew his foot, but it was too late.

A dark light shot out from her body, its target was Chu Feng's foot.

"Hmm?"

The incident happened so quickly that Chu Feng hardly had time to evade. He could only swing his Demon Slaying Sword towards the dark light.

Unexpectedly, it managed to move as if it were cotton, easily dodging Chu Feng's divine weapon strike.

It then fiercely struck Chu Feng's right leg.

"Ugh!"

Chu Feng let out a muffled groan, feeling like a sharp needle had pierced his body, causing pain.

"Be careful, that's Gu poison!" the Western Talents screamed in terror.

Her warning came too late, as the Gu poison was incredibly fast.

"So vicious! Even after her death, the poisonous insect hidden in her body still seizes the opportunity to attack." Chu Feng felt a chill all over his body, lucky it was him.

If it were someone else, they might not survive.

After the poisonous insect invaded Chu Feng's body, it moved along his veins, attempting to attack his heart.

"Hmph, despicable trick, perish!"

Chu Feng's expression twisted with ferocity as he immediately mobilized the Nine Yang Strange Fire to wrap around the poisonous insect. Then, he burned it alive.

A wisp of black toxic gas escaped from Chu Feng's leg.

The poisonous insect was truly blind not to see who Chu Feng was.

He possessed a Grade Eight Strange Fire.

There were already few things in the world he couldn't refine.

Abnormal Fire naturally suppressed evil.

If it wasn't refined by Chu Feng in an instant, it must be a ghost.

After killing this wicked palace maid, Chu Feng rushed into the palace. Having suffered a covert loss once, he was now extremely cautious, staying on high alert.

The Unmovable Ming King Sword Soul hovered above his head, constantly protecting him.

As he charged into the grand hall, he saw it arranged like a Buddhist sanctuary. A stunning woman in phoenix-robes sat on a prayer mat, tapping a wooden fish, eyes closed and reciting scriptures.

As soon as Chu Feng entered, she sensed his presence.

She opened her eyes swiftly.

These were seductive, enthralling eyes. Even Han Xiaoying and Han Shuang couldn't compare to her.

As for her appearance, it was even more unparalleled, overshadowing all others.

If not seen with one's own eyes, no one would believe there was such a beautiful woman in the world.

"You've... finally arrived!" Chang'e gazed at Chu Feng intently.

"Wretched woman, prepare to die!" Remembering his previous life, where her betrayal allowed Panlong Crown Prince to take advantage, Chu Feng's heart was filled with endless hatred.

Being betrayed by the woman he trusted and loved most inflicted a heart-wrenching pain that no one else could understand.

"If killing me can alleviate your hatred, do it!" Chang'e slightly tilted her head, revealing part of her snow-white neck. This was a voluntary offer for Chu Feng's strike.

"Do you think I can still be bewitched by your beauty? Do you think I can still be soft-hearted? I deeply regret being merciful and saving you back then!" Chu Feng's expression was crazed and ferocious.

All the pent-up hatred within erupted like a volcano upon seeing Chang'e.

Although Chu Feng hated the Panlong Heavenly Emperor, he hated Chang'e even more.

"Do it! A woman like me deserves to go to hell! I'm willing to endure all the pain I caused you in my past life tenfold, a hundredfold." Chang'e's voice turned hoarse, her eyes misty.

The way she looked at Chu Feng was as if she were gazing at the person she loved most.

Her affectionate gaze clearly conveyed concern, heartache, relief, regret, and many other complex emotions.

It's no exaggeration that beautiful women can speak with their eyes.

Chang'e's eyes could indeed speak.

"Die!"

Chu Feng dared not look any longer, fearing his own soft-heartedness would stop him from acting.

The Demon Slaying Sword, driven by Chu Feng's Sword Essence, glowed brightly. A highly condensed sword light, over two meters in length, slashed fiercely toward Chang'e's neck.

"No, don't..." the Western Talents tried to rush to save Chang'e but were captured by experts from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect and could only struggle desperately.

Chang'e remained seated on the prayer mat, unmoving, with her eyes closed. She was earnestly seeking death.

Chu Feng's sword light was merely half an inch from her neck, yet she did not dodge or resist.

"In your next life, I hope you'll be a good person!"

Chu Feng gritted his teeth, personally killing the woman he loved in his previous life, resulting in a strange emotion within him. There should have been the exhilaration of revenge.

Yet he felt an inexplicable pain.

Love is a double-edged sword; no one is the winner. Hurting others also wounds oneself.

"Why don't you dodge?" Chu Feng's sword light cut a bloodied line on her snow-white neck, the blood flowing out was visibly golden.

Chang'e had consumed an Immortal Pill, and over the years, she might have developed a Sword Immortal Body.

Becoming a true Immortal.

Of course, this was purely a conjecture. After all, Chu Feng hadn't experienced it firsthand.

"For me, death is a release! To die by your hand is my last wish!" Chang'e did not open her eyes or move.

"Hmph, do you think I can still be deceived by you? Vile woman, you wish for death, I refuse to let you have it. I will make you suffer the most painful torments of the world, make you live lifetime after lifetime in regret and suffering!"

Chu Feng suddenly drew the Demon Slaying Saber away.

At that moment, Chang'e's expression turned pained, her delicate hands instinctively covering her chest area.

"Ah..." she let out a painful scream. "Quickly, kill me, kill me, quickly..."

Her beautiful, bright eyes turned blood-red, looking extremely eerie.

"Miss's illness has relapsed, you must subdue her. Otherwise, she'll become cold-blooded and unfeeling, not recognizing kin." The Western Talents were well aware of Chang'e's condition. They shouted anxiously.