Chapter 1002: Overlooking the World

At this moment, a crimson glow illuminated the surroundings, as if the evening clouds had dyed the world red.

Chu Feng stood tall, his head held high, gazing at the edge of the sky. A true God King had arrived!

In front of him, Chi Ming, disheveled, was finally suppressed and forced to his knees, causing immense shock.

He was the eighth-ranked deity in the Yang Realm, renowned across countless miles and known to all under heaven. Even Heavenly Venerables cherished his talent and were willing to take him as a personal disciple.

Yet now, he was being suppressed by a native of this realm. Even as his energy surged, and he was covered in blood, he was utterly helpless despite exerting all his strength.

Chi Ming was enraged to the extreme, wanting to roar and shatter mountains!

However, it was completely useless. He was disheveled, his leg bones broken from the suppression, and his arms twisted. They had shattered more than once already, but beings at this level could regenerate from a single drop of blood, immediately reforming their arms. Yet now they were disintegrating again.

Lan Feng was in a similar state; the bones in his knees were crushed by the pressure. He struggled to prop himself up with his arms, resisting Chu Feng's lethal assault!

In front, Chu Feng stood tall and upright, using only one arm. His palm covered the area, simultaneously suppressing all of them!

Chi Ming's two followers, those two goddesses ranked within the top hundreds among deities, usually held high status. But now they knelt on the ground, unable to move, their bodies beginning to disintegrate and on the verge of perishing!

The speed of their physical reconstruction simply couldn't keep up with the rate of their disintegration, solely because the large hand in mid-air pressed down, with runes flowing, eroding their divine bones and corroding their divine blood.

"Chu Feng!" Chi Ming growled. This was the greatest humiliation of his life: to prostrate himself before a native of the Yin Realm, while his followers were about to die.

He was the eighth-ranked deity in the world, having killed more than one God King, yet now he was so utterly humiliated.

In the distance, whether it was the evolutionaries from the broken universe or the geniuses from the Yang Realm, all were greatly shaken. Today's events were destined to spread throughout the Yang Realm and have far-reaching consequences.

The world's eighth-ranked deity had actually suffered such a dismal defeat.

Chu Feng was ruthless and cold-hearted. He was not satisfied that he couldn't kill these people with a mere lift of his hand. What joy was there in being a God King if he couldn't do that? There was no sense of accomplishment.

He swept his gaze across the surroundings, raised his other arm, and from his fingers, streams of sword energy shot out, beginning to slaughter the deities present!

"Fight him! He's going to slaughter all of us anyway!"

Earlier, some had hidden for self-preservation, unwilling to step forward. But now, seeing this great demon preparing to refine Chi Ming and the others while also killing them, how could they endure it?

"Ah..." Screams erupted. Behind Chi Ming, those two beautiful goddesses, renowned in the Yang Realm, successively disintegrated, their soul light also scattering.

The Little Six Paths Time Art was too domineering. Chu Feng absorbed divine particles and collected Dao Ancestor material, killing enemies and cultivating publicly. This resulted in him not only being unharmed, but his divine energy becoming even more abundant, leaving many geniuses pale with fright.

"Evil art, evil god!" someone stammered.

Sword lights, like rainbows, shot forth one after another, exceptionally brilliant, continuously piercing through some deities.

Not every deity was as formidable as Chi Ming, able to withstand a God King's attack. Other evolutionaries, especially those geniuses who had just entered the divine realm, how could they contend with a God King?

Therefore, in this brief moment, the secret realm became quite tragic. Deity after deity bled profusely, slain by Chu Feng's finger-swords!

Now, within the God King domain, his soul light gleamed and his mental energy boiled. He could sense who harbored deep hostility or murderous intent towards him, thus his hunting was precise and targeted. The gods were being executed!

Old acquaintances from the Yin Realm universe, seeing Chu Feng casually slaughtering and slaying the deities from the Yang Realm, were all stunned and wide-eyed, their scalps tingling.

This was groundbreaking. One person suppressing numerous invaders from the Yang Realm was truly unimaginable.

"This is truly... the darkest day!" someone cried out, utterly unwilling to accept it. To be suppressed and slaughtered by a native born in the Yin Realm, which they had always looked down upon, filled them with grief and rage.

"The Yin Realm is nothing but a mass grave," they muttered. "How could such an evolutionary emerge from it? Could it be that the blood of a powerful being or a Heavenly Venerable in some great tomb has revived, creating such a figure?"

As these people fought desperately, some individuals were also cursing and roaring, utterly unwilling to accept it. They had originally believed that once they arrived in this flawed universe, they could scorn all enemies; how could they have foreseen dying here?

Chu Feng heard this and was surprised. He hadn't encountered a single one of the so-called tombs of powerful beings and Heavenly Venerables from the Yang Realm; how could he have dug up their graves?

Of course, these matters were not important now. What angered him was that these people from the Yang Realm were truly accustomed to their high-and-mighty attitudes, and now they dared to mention the 'mass grave.' They were seeking death!

In an instant, he exhaled a white light, which was the Geng Metal energy from his lungs, transforming into a sword beam that pierced through and killed two deities with a 'poof'.

Exhaling breath to form a sword, and a sword of order at that, killing deities with a single thought — what kind of ability was this? It made many people's pupils contract and their hearts intensely shocked.

"This is..." Blade King Ling Chen was lost in a daze. Not long ago, he had believed that Shi Fan had merely made them look discomfited with the violet crystal heavenly thunder. Now it seemed they were far off; they had been toyed with by a God King.

Chu Feng again exhaled breath to form a sword, slaying several powerful deities. Blade King Ling Chen also let out a shriek; Chu Feng hadn't specifically targeted a minor character like him, but he was grazed by the sword energy, and half his body rapidly disintegrated.

At the same time, Chi Ming, disheveled and covered in blood, was being refined to the point of collapse, kneeling on the ground, his body convulsing.

He was furious beyond measure. This was the greatest humiliation of his life; how could he accept it? A dignified eighth-ranked deity in the world kneeling at another's feet, while that person stood tall, facing all heroes, suppressing him with a single hand. The contrast was too stark!

Beside him, Lan Feng was even worse off; his entire body's bones were cracked, scarlet blood splattered, and his soul light was dimming as particles of divine material flew out, being refined by Chu Feng.

"Kill!"

The people from the Yang Realm charged, uniting to resist Chu Feng. If they didn't resist, they would all die.

Ying Xiaoxiao was the happiest, clenching her small fists in the distance and secretly praying that Chu Feng would remain strong and continue to win.

Ying Wudi's face was numb; this was truly beyond imagination, but he also hoped Chu Feng would be safe.

Jin Lin, Shi Hong, Yuan Yuan, Jiang Luoshen, and a group of people from the Yin Realm universe all held their breath, standing at the very edge of the horizon and watching intently.

Chu Feng went on a killing spree; sword lights shot from his mouth, divine energy gleamed from his raised hands, sweeping away enemies in all directions!

This area became a river of blood. The number of divine-level geniuses from the Yang Realm who had come was truly considerable, and today they suffered a fatal blow, being massacred!

In the center of the field, Chu Feng stood like a great demon king, not even pursuing his enemies. He killed them with a raised hand, slaying deities with a flick of his wrist, a truly shocking sight.

"Heavenly Venerables above, please manifest!" someone pleaded. "To our teachers and elders guarding on the other side of the realm membrane, do you not sense this? Come quickly and save us!"

For some special races, their divine-level evolutionaries, after death, revealed their true forms, as vast as mountains. Their blood gushed out like spring pools, a horrifying sight.

On the ground, Chu Feng stood alone, looking down upon the masses, engaging in a massive slaughter.

As many people called out and prayed, there was indeed movement at the channel connected to the Yang Realm, emitting blinding light. Fragments of order flew about, like shimmering flower petals, scattering over.

"They're here! Our sects!" someone cried out, overjoyed and extremely excited. "Our teachers and elders heard our calls, they sensed it, they're coming!"

However, what awaited him was Chu Feng's raised hand strike. With yin and yang energies circulating, he harvested the man's head and soul light, ending his life.

"Who is causing trouble? Who dares to harm the chosen youths of our Yang Realm sects?" someone roared.

From within that channel, eight figures emerged in a line. All were God Kings in golden robes, considered top-tier experts at this level. Each one looked down upon the world; their aura was immensely powerful. Mountains and rivers trembled at their appearance, the void resonated with explosions, and fragments of the Great Dao appeared, rumbling loudly.

Streaks of dazzling silk ribbons descended between heaven and earth, and the divine sounds of the Great Dao rumbled deafeningly!

Their cultivation realms were higher than Chu Feng's; after all, Chu Feng was still in the middle stage, while these individuals were all in the late stage of God King.

When this group appeared, the numerous geniuses from the Yang Realm cheered and leaped with joy, immensely excited and invigorated, as if they had seen their closest relatives.

Almost instantly, these eight God Kings understood what had happened. Each one became furious: A native of the Yin Realm was slaughtering the geniuses of the Yang Realm?

Moreover, this person was precisely Chu Feng, whom Heavenly Venerable Tai Wu sought. He possessed a supreme treasure, which made them furious but also made their eyes burn with eagerness.

When they saw the ground covered in blood, and that most of the divine-level geniuses who had come from the Yang Realm were annihilated with only a few remaining, their mouths twitched and their hearts were in turmoil. How would they explain this to those Heavenly Venerables?

They considered themselves to have neglected their duty, failing to protect these cultivators.

However, as far as they knew, the strongest in this flawed universe were merely deities. How could they threaten the divine-level geniuses from the Yang Realm? And indeed, two God Kings had also accompanied them.

In the end, such a tragedy still occurred, and the eight golden-robed God Kings were seething with rage.

"Chi Ming, the Eighth God!"

One God King roared lowly, unable to believe his eyes. Extraordinary figures like Chi Ming and Lan Feng were nearly refined to death, actually prostrated on the ground.

"You seek death!" a God King roared.

The eight top God Kings in their rage truly made mountains and rivers lose their color, and the sun and moon dim. Their golden robes billowed, forming destructive energy domains that were truly terrifying, tearing heaven and earth apart.

Countless people knelt on the ground, unable to withstand such immense pressure.

"I think those seeking death are you!" Chu Feng stood firm and unmoving in the field. Even when facing eight God Kings, he remained fearless, not fleeing.

His arrogant posture in the face of God Kings, completely devoid of emotional fluctuation, made the eight golden-robed God Kings' murderous intent grow even stronger.

"That native has appeared?" a voice intoned. "Heh, this perfectly fulfills my master's wish. Heaven helps the Tai Wu lineage!"

Suddenly, a calm yet awe-inspiring voice penetrated from beyond the realm membrane, echoing throughout the secret realm and making even the God Kings feel awe and tremble.

Many people gasped in alarm, various soul lights gleamed, a manifestation of intense mental fluctuations, revealing many astonishing pieces of information.

For a moment, fragments of the Great Dao condensed into flowers, blooming in the void, all caused by the impending cross-realm arrival of a being from the other side of the realm membrane!

"Hmm?!" Chu Feng felt a chill. This person hadn't even arrived yet but had already created such a terrifyingly oppressive atmosphere; their power was simply unimaginable.

"Tai Wu's disciple?!" Of course, what he was most concerned about was the other party's identity: the personal disciple of his greatest enemy, whom he most wanted to kill.

The Yang Realm geniuses present trembled in their hearts. This was a famous expert from the Tai Wu lineage, surpassing the scope of God Kings, one of Tai Wu's most favored disciples, considered a terrifying existence with one foot already in the Heavenly Venerable realm.

A half-step Heavenly Venerable—such a being was too powerful. He was actually guarding the other end of the channel, and now he was coming!

Old acquaintances from the Yin Realm were stunned. What would Chu Feng use to survive this time? Would he... perish here? The situation had actually reversed.

"Half-step Heavenly Venerable?" Chu Feng mused. "Today, I'll try killing one and see. If I can kill him, that old scoundrel Tai Wu will surely be heartbroken!"

There will be another update tonight.