Chapter 1001: Crushing

Ying Zhexian was enveloped in wisps of white mist, making her seem ethereal, like a celestial fairy who had descended into the mortal world. She was calm and silent, her expression hidden by the mist.

Only her eyes, beautiful and profound, were visible as she gazed at Chu Feng in the battlefield.

Ying Xiaoxiao tilted her head to look at her sister, her large eyes misty. Finally, she whispered, "From now on, I won't call him brother-in-law. I'll call him Brother Chu."

Her voice was soft, low, and tinged with sadness.

Ying Zhexian's eyes shimmered with divine light as she glanced at her sister, but she said nothing, turning her attention back to the battlefield.

In the distance, a young divine-level expert was about to make a move when Chu Feng's sword light swept through the air, decapitating him instantly. Divine blood spurted high into the sky.

"Let's all attack and kill him! What are we waiting for? Don't back down, or this devil from the netherworld will annihilate us all. Don't let him pick us off one by one!" a man wearing blue-gold armor shouted, rallying everyone to unite.

A sword light shot out as Chu Feng stood in mid-air, his right hand delivering a strike that locked onto the man. With a single slash, the blue-gold armor was cleaved, his protective aura shattered, and a gash appeared from his brow. Blood gushed forth as the man was split in half.

Everyone's expressions changed. This demon was too powerful; anyone who dared to challenge him or make a move would invite death.

But could they afford not to resist? He would still act, he would still bathe the area in blood!

Instantly, the cultivators from the Yang Realm were enraged, secretly shouting and communicating telepathically, hoping to unite and slay the demon.

"Where is the Eighth God of the world? Please, Lord Chiming, act and slay this demon!" someone called out, their voice urgent and anxious.

"Using telepathic communication in front of a God King? Do you take me for a decoration, thinking I can't intercept your secret messages?" Chu Feng said coldly.

Generally, divine sense communication is very secretive and undetectable to outsiders.

However, Chu Feng's cultivation level, being a mid-stage God King, meant that with a sweep of his soul light, nothing could be hidden from him. He could perceive numerous mental messages, revealing the Yang Realm geniuses' desire to unite.

A cold glint in his eye, he swapped his weapon for a silver great halberd. Its gleaming blade pulsed with an intense cold light as he swung it horizontally.

This strike was an indiscriminate attack against everyone, powerful enough to shatter the heavens and shake the earth, causing gods and ghosts to wail.

"Ah..."

In an instant, cultivators screamed one after another. Limbs were severed, heads flew, some were cut diagonally from the shoulder, others sliced at the waist. The scene was utterly horrific.

Some were divine-level experts, others saints. Many instantly exploded into pieces the moment their bodies were torn apart.

How could many possibly withstand the power of a God King?!

This was a catastrophe. Chu Feng truly massacred the area, inflicting heavy losses on the Yang Realm's prodigies. With just one strike, over sixty people were killed.

"There must be disciples of that old beast Taiwu here, aren't there? Get out here!" Chu Feng said chillingly.

A projection of Heavenly Venerate Taiwu had descended upon the lesser netherworld, killing everyone from the Black Ox, Ouyang Feng, Yellow Ox, and Old Donkey, to Chu Feng's parents. This was an incurable wound in his heart, his greatest hatred.

A century had passed in the foreign realm, and he had experienced a considerable amount of time, yet whenever he thought of his old friends, familiar faces appearing in his mind, he would feel melancholy and deeply pained.

A hundred years separated him from the past; he could never go back, and his heart ached.

He harbored extreme hatred for Taiwu's lineage, wishing to eradicate them immediately.

The area stirred with unease, but no one dared to speak out in defiance or voluntarily step forward.

"Whoosh!"

Chu Feng made his move. He had already gathered information about certain individuals' identities and origins through his soul light. He raised his great halberd and smashed it towards a specific area.

It wasn't a vertical cleave, but rather a violent downward smash.

The general-grade great halberd hummed, expanding dramatically as if a silver mountain was collapsing, striking that entire zone.

"Ah..."

Several divine-level cultivators roared, their hair flying wildly, eyes bloodshot. They struggled with all their might but were still torn apart into blood and bone by the impact.

Chu Feng bellowed, "Disciples and followers of that old scoundrel Taiwu, step forward! Furthermore, those from the lineages of Hunyi, Yuanshi, and Luanyu, show yourselves!"

A silence fell over the area. Many were furious internally, but none dared to retort.

Especially the disciples and followers of Heavenly Venerates like Taiwu and Hunyi, their hearts churned with rage, wishing to immediately execute Chu Feng, but they lacked the power, choosing instead to lie low and endure.

In the distance, some old acquaintances from the lesser netherworld were inexplicably shocked. Jiang Luoshen, Jin Lin, and others wore complex expressions.

Back then, when the disciples and grand-disciples of the Four Heavenly Venerates entered the netherworld cosmos, they were incredibly arrogant and tyrannical, mercilessly slaughtering experts from all walks of life.

Thunder God, Heavenly Blade, and Otherside Flower fought bravely until death, their blood splattering across the starry sky. No one could stop them; it was truly tragic.

Yet, just one year later, Chu Feng had risen, capable of slaying gods. Now, he had arrived here, suppressing a group of divine-level cultivation geniuses from the Yang Realm.

"Enough. You're too arrogant and overconfident."

At that moment, a crimson sun erupted at the horizon, rapidly expanding to cover the entire area with a brilliant, blazing red glow.

It was a figure with flowing red hair, standing at the center of the distant land. He wasn't particularly tall, but he seemed like a primordial giant awakening, awe-inspiring the world.

This was a young cultivator with a stern expression and a demonic aura. It was Chiming, the Eighth-ranked deity in the Yang Realm!

Earlier, he had personally ventured into the black cold pond to compete for fortune, missing the recent battle. Now, his true form had appeared.

As Chiming approached, a majestic aura swept forth, turning the heavens and earth crimson, as if a red flame was incinerating the nine heavens!

The next moment, a wave of blue light rapidly blossomed at the end of the crimson horizon, like a surging ocean. Lan Feng, the ninety-seventh ranked deity in the Yang Realm, also emerged from the cold pond, enveloped in a chilling mist.

They rushed over at high speed!

Moreover, two women followed behind Chiming, both renowned goddesses from the Yang Realm, ranked within the top few hundred among deities, possessing astonishing strength.

However, both women were considered Chiming's followers.

Chiming immediately made a decisive move, extending a large hand, blood-red and encompassing the heavens and earth, striking towards Chu Feng with a palm.

He was extremely formidable. Though currently only at the divine level, he was on the verge of entering the general-level domain and dared to contend with Chu Feng, a God King!

This was because he was the Eighth God of the Yang Realm, daring to challenge God Kings and even slay them within his realm!

Otherwise, in the vast and boundless Yang Realm, how could he possibly stand above the crowd, dominating the realm and ranking among the top ten deities?

"The Eighth God is finally here! Get rid of this demon!" someone cheered, highly excited and elated.

A group of geniuses from the Yang Realm, all future prodigies on the path of evolution, had unexpectedly suffered here, suppressed and casually killed by someone from the netherworld, leading to widespread resentment.

Now, seeing Chiming arrive, the group was inexplicably invigorated.

Chu Feng watched the man coldly. He was indeed arrogant and domineering. At the divine level, just a step away from the general-level domain, he dared to contend with him?

Chu Feng raised his hand and struck forward, his fist shimmering, shattering the sky. Brilliant symbols of order filled the air as it fiercely collided with Chiming's massive hand.

As fist met palm, thunder erupted, shattering over a dozen powerful cultivators nearby into pieces, causing them to vanish instantly amidst the lightning.

This sight horrified everyone, prompting them to retreat rapidly.

Such a collision, such a duel, was unimaginable for ordinary people. Deities could disintegrate in dazzling light at any moment!

Chu Feng frowned, sensing danger again. What level of cultivator was he? A God King!

Yet Chiming, merely at the peak of the divine level, close to the general level, was able to contend with him directly without being instantly annihilated.

Moreover, Chiming had initiated the attack, striking with a crimson hand, aiming to directly crush him, a God King. How confident and overbearing was that?

This put immense pressure on Chu Feng. This was the first time someone had fought him across cultivation realms; in the past, he had always been the one to fight above his level. This was truly unimaginable.

For someone at the peak of the divine level to dare to contend with a God King—how insane was that?

Chu Feng's heart grew heavy. Although he felt stifled, he had to admit that his universe was incomplete, its grand dao fragments fragmented, and its order runes severely flawed. Top experts nurtured there genuinely lagged behind the Yang Realm's supreme prodigies.

In the distance, cheers erupted. Many cultivators from the Yang Realm watched with fervent eyes, anticipating the moment Chiming would slay the God King!

Such an event was not unheard of. How else could the Eighth-ranked deity in the vast Yang Realm have become famous and shaken the eight directions if not through battles where he slew God Kings?

However, Chiming himself felt considerable strain, his expression solemn. He had initially believed he could easily slaughter the so-called God King from the netherworld, but now he saw it was not that simple.

He felt that if this young man from the netherworld had grown up in the Yang Realm from a young age, he might not be much inferior to him, and could perhaps even contend with him in battles at the same level.

"Boom!"

Chiming activated a special breathing technique. Dazzling mists billowed from his mouth and nose, and his body surged with energy, his aura rapidly escalating.

"Slay the God King from the netherworld!" many shouted.

Not long ago, they had been so heavily suppressed by Chu Feng that everyone felt the threat of death. Now, they had finally awaited this moment: the people of the Yang Realm would subdue and kill the netherworld demon.

Chu Feng scoffed, white mist pouring from his mouth and nose. His body glowed with energy, like flames burning, threatening to incinerate the thirty-three heavens. He activated the Lesser Six Paths Time Technique, occasionally unleashing powerful and domineering Lightning Fists.

A God King had descended!

Amidst explosive sounds, Chiming was steadily pushed back by Chu Feng, his entire body slightly convulsing. Once Chu Feng unleashed his full power, he could no longer withstand it.

"Go, Brother Chu!" the silver-haired loli secretly prayed, fearing that Chu Feng would suffer a crushing defeat and die there.

"Ultimately, he cannot compare to the divine-level geniuses of the Yang Realm. If this were a battle at the same cultivation level, he would have already lost," Ying Zhexian murmured, standing and gazing at the battlefield. "Even if he successfully enters the Yang Realm, he will be overwhelmed by the multitude of geniuses across its vast lands, his divine aura fading, returning to ordinariness, making it difficult for him to rise."

The silver-haired loli was unconvinced and indignant. "Why don't you mention that the netherworld cosmos's laws are incomplete, causing defects in cultivators' paths? If he enters the Yang Realm, Brother Chu will certainly be able to fix all his flaws. One person could fight ten, even a hundred geniuses from the Yang Realm!"

Just then, after two hundred exchanges, Chiming vomited blood. Chu Feng's palm strike cleaved him, and one of his arms was almost severed, bleeding profusely, his hair disheveled.

Chu Feng unleashed his full might, radiating the power of a God King. He battered Chiming, causing him to constantly cough blood and stagger. Finally, one of Chiming's arms flew off, severed by Chu Feng's palm blade, and fell to the ground.

"Chiming!"

The two goddesses, ranked within the top few hundred in the Yang Realm, instantly grew anxious and rushed forward. Not to mention their high rankings, even deities ranked within the top ten thousand were considered renowned prodigies relative to the vast Yang Realm, capable of standing proudly in any region!

Chu Feng swung his fist, attacking Chiming while also confronting the two women. With a single "Great Sun Tathagata Fist," he shattered one woman's arm, causing blood to gush from her fair body.

He also activated his Yin-Yang energy. As his soul light intensely shone, the Yin-Yang power boiled, unleashing terrifying fragments of the grand dao that sliced the other woman in half at the waist, a horrifying display of blood.

"Kill!" Chiming roared, his red hair flying wildly as he fiercely engaged Chu Feng. He unleashed a secret technique, erupting with terrifying divine might as he charged again.

At the same time, Lan Feng also attacked. A top-hundred ranked genius was no easy opponent; he was extremely powerful.

But they still couldn't stop Chu Feng. Once Chiming was targeted, his body was sent flying by the impacts, covered in wounds and cracks, with bone shards protruding.

Eventually, he was so heavily suppressed by Chu Feng's large hand that he was almost forced to kneel. He struggled to push upwards with both hands, still convulsing, his arms on the verge of breaking.

Jin Lin, Yuan Yuan, Ying Wudi, and others were astonished. Chu Feng alone had truly suppressed everyone who had descended from the Yang Realm.

Ying Xiaoxiao secretly clenched her small fists, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Jiang Luoshen's face was filled with shock. It was hard to imagine that an acquaintance from her own home had become so overwhelmingly powerful, actually beating the divine-level geniuses from the Yang Realm until they bent over, as if about to prostrate themselves in worship.

Throughout this process, Chu Feng continued to strike at other directions. Anyone attempting to quietly leave the battlefield was pierced by his terrifying sword light and died.

While suppressing several divine-level geniuses, he was also observing the entire battlefield. Everyone was terrified. Was he... not planning to let anyone escape?

"Ah..."

Lan Feng roared in fury. He, too, was suppressed, slightly inferior to Chiming. His legs bent, his body enveloped by symbols of order, he was forced to his knees.

People gasped in cold air, their hearts trembling. Those were top geniuses from the Yang Realm!

At the same time, Chiming could no longer hold on. His arms broke, his bones cracked throughout his body. Forced to lower his head by Chu Feng's massive hand, his legs gave way beneath him.

"No!" Chiming roared.

Chu Feng looked towards the end of the world, feeling no joy. He had to embark on his ultimate path; he had to rise!

Suppressing these Yang Realm geniuses brought him no sense of accomplishment. What he truly desired was to defeat and suppress the so-called top prodigies of the Yang Realm at the same cultivation level.

Some things could not be hesitated upon; they had to begin now. He was unwilling to be overshadowed by the brilliance of countless Yang Realm geniuses and become just another ordinary person.