Chapter 1106: Chu the Great Devil is Unstoppable

"Audacious!" Ming Yu roared. His opponent dared to utter such arrogant words, declaring he would annihilate Tai Wu; he was truly courting death.

Ordinarily, Ming Yu and his companions dared not even utter the name "Tai Wu" directly, holding him in such high reverence, almost as an article of faith. Yet, the "netherworld minnow" his opponent described was astonishingly presumptuous.

"Tai Wu is nothing," Chu Feng sneered. "One of his avatars came to the netherworld to kill me and still perished in the great abyss. That so-called 'undefeated myth among Celestial Venerables' can be crushed underfoot!"

Chu Feng smiled dismissively, calm and relaxed, yet utterly self-assured. As he himself stated, without the audacity to charge in alone, he wouldn't even be able to defeat a direct disciple of the Tai Wu lineage, let alone confront Tai Wu himself.

Ming Yu strode forward. There was nothing left to say. In this enclosed underground palace, only a battle remained, and killing his opponent was the best solution to the problem.

Ming Yu's blue robes billowed, pulsating with divine energy. His entire body was enveloped in dazzling blue light, resembling a young divine king, radiating vigor and an imposing presence.

Furthermore, his aura surged, causing the air around him to violently churn and white mist to billow. This was the result of overflowing energy from his own flesh and blood, seemingly forming a sacred domain!

This was astonishing. Only those who reached the Saint realm could form a personal sacred domain, and the most formidable among them could achieve an inherently undefeated state in confrontations at the same level!

Ming Yu had not yet reached that level, but within a three-meter radius, a nascent, intensely blue domain-like area had surprisingly formed, which was quite terrifying.

"Kill!"

Ming Yu launched his attack. Regardless of the cost, he had to emerge victorious. There was no retreating in this enclosed underground palace; he had to eliminate this "minnow."

Tai Wu's Heaven-Sealing Finger!

He immediately unleashed his ultimate technique. His fingertip was crystal clear, emanating a brilliant blue light, comparable to a divine weapon. It was capable of shattering various secret treasures and shields.

Chu Feng sneered and met the attack head-on. His fist glowed black, then erupted with vast dark light. This was the "Little Fish Fist," a technique he had learned from Holly.

In fact, this was the prehistoric Lesser Yin Fist, a divine skill.

In an instant, black raindrops fell around him, and numerous small fish swam, wriggling free like the Yin fish tailing in a Taiji symbol.

*Bang, bang, bang!*

The black fist strikes clashed against the blue finger light, releasing bursts of unique energy blooms that left indentations on the stone walls of the underground palace.

These were rare, exceptionally tough stones.

The two began to fight. The moment they clashed, Ming Yu frowned; his fingers were incredibly painful, entangled by the black Yin fish. The blue energy emitted by his Heaven-Sealing Finger was actually being consumed by those small fish.

He moved like a streak of light, emanating a brilliant blue glow, incredibly fast. He sought to dispatch Chu Feng with absolute speed, becoming a mere blur.

From a distance, the entire underground palace was enveloped in a hazy expanse of blue light.

However, Chu Feng's speed was no less. Activating the Daoist Breathing Technique, he employed the "Shrinking Ground to an Inch" secret art, moving like a flickering light, intertwining with Ming Yu.

This was a lightning-fast battle!

Ming Yu was sent flying backward. After landing, he stumbled back another dozen steps. His fingers cramped and trembled slightly from the excruciating pain, and the blue light at their tips had dimmed.

How was this possible? He was a core disciple of the Tai Wu lineage, personally taught ultimate techniques by a Divine King, and even guided by a Half-step Celestial Venerable, having glimpsed the profound mysteries of the Great Dao prematurely. Yet today, he found himself at a disadvantage?

The battle had just begun, and he was already on the verge of defeat?

Ming Yu was indignant and ashamed. Who was he? He was known as a rare prodigy of his age, having refined and nurtured himself to the Shaping level by the age of twelve without even touching pollen — a truly rare achievement.

This was enough to be proud of in the Yang Realm. Only heirs from families that had existed for over a hundred million years could compare to him.

At the same time, deep down, he was unconvinced, vowing to rise and overpower the disciples of the Ultimate Evolution Dao Lineage. This was because his own lineage possessed immense confidence and self-assurance; their progenitor was the legendary "Martial Madman" who swept through the northern Yang Realm with no rivals!

"He has some skill!" Chu Feng remarked, rubbing his fists, and pressed forward once more.

Ming Yu's gaze turned cold. He had always been arrogant, and to be evaluated this way by a "minnow" in Chu Feng's words, despite a momentary premonition of unease, pushed him to go all out.

In this enclosed space, only a fight to the death was possible; it was the sole path forward!

He leaped up with a boom, like a blue celestial dragon soaring, brimming with explosive power. His movements were agile as he unleashed the Tai Wu Grinding Mill Fist, smashing it forward.

Chu Feng sneered, utterly unconcerned. Today, he came not only for revenge, to kill a core disciple of the Tai Wu lineage, but also to test the results of his years of cultivation.

Since arriving in the Yang Realm, he had yet to engage in a truly meaningful battle!

Even in Dragon's Den, he had merely relied on opportunism.

Now, however, it was different. He had revealed his name, intending to forcefully suppress and kill without holding back, initiating the attack himself.

This time, he employed a page of legacy he had acquired from Menggu Dao, which was purported to be from the Ultimate Evolution Scripture. From it, he had comprehended a fist technique that was not yet fully perfected.

Now, as Chu Feng unleashed it, the radiance on his fist underwent its most striking transformation: from black to brilliant gold, yet it was also wreathed in a faint crimson glow!

*Boom!*

The power of this punch was too immense. Clashing with Ming Yu, several fierce collisions ensued. This was a head-on confrontation, even abandoning technique, a brutal and overwhelming assault.

Ming Yu was enraged. His opponent was far too arrogant; this was a psychological insult, directly smashing over with such dominance, an unrestrained and overpowering assault. Was he truly underestimating him?

Ming Yu roared, his body blazing with light. With the unleashing of the Tai Wu Grinding Mill Fist, a pair of magnificent grinding mills appeared, shrouded in mist, threatening to grind Chu Feng to death between them.

But in this confrontation, blood seeped from his lips. He suffered a great loss. With a resounding *boom*, after multiple powerful collisions, his body was sent flying diagonally, slamming into the stone wall of the underground palace, causing the entire area to shake violently.

Ming Yu was both shocked and enraged. Nothing could have filled him with more frustration. He had constantly claimed that those from the netherworld were inconsequential, to be instantly obliterated upon appearance.

Yet now, Chu Feng, who was even younger than him, had appeared. This so-called "minnow," reborn in the Yang Realm, had actively come to his doorstep today, beating him to the point of vomiting blood, leaving him utterly unable to resist.

Chu Feng was unhurried, taking light, nimble steps. When he moved, he was like thunder and lightning, overbearing and fierce, unstoppable, akin to a savage dragon!

However, once he became still, he was utterly ethereal, his footsteps silent, his body glowing faintly as he pressed forward. His entire being exuded an otherworldly aura.

"The core disciples of the Tai Wu lineage aren't particularly impressive, after all," Chu Feng commented. "I thought I'd have to experience a bloody battle, but this is nothing special."

Chu Feng shook his head, feigning regret, yet a sense of satisfaction surged within him. This test of his cultivation results could indeed be described as "excellent"!

Ming Yu was consumed by both hatred and rage. With a *bang*, he sprang up from the ground, standing ramrod straight, like a javelin. His essence, qi, and spirit surged; he refused to admit defeat.

Then, after gathering his strength, he slightly bent his waist, like a leopard poised to strike, exuding a wild aura, his eyes chillingly cold.

Simultaneously, his fist glowed once more. This time, it was exceptionally brilliant, still the Grinding Mill Fist, as he unleashed his final trump card, combining it with lightning-fast movement.

"Are you ready?" Chu Feng asked airily, even somewhat lazily, giving Ming Yu time to gather his strength. This made Ming Yu's face flush from red to green with anger.

Ming Yu let out a sharp cry, and blue light erupted intensely. His body was like a divine arrow loosed from a bowstring, seeming to pierce the void, as if to make space itself collapse, and the surrounding area instantly warped.

The Grinding Mill Fist unleashed a thunderous might!

Unfortunately, Chu Feng was even more overbearing. His golden fist, imbued with a faint crimson glow, smashed forward, as if a portion of the heavens had overturned, making the void roar with the impact.

This was an overwhelming force, capable of crushing deities and suppressing mountains and rivers!

Ming Yu's face was grim. He retreated after a slight touch, not meeting the attack head-on, but skillfully evading its sharp edge. After the wind-infused fist light swept past, he attacked from the side, aiming to crush Chu Feng's physical body with his grinding mill technique!

"Useless!"

Chu Feng smiled faintly. As his body stretched, he moved with greater agility than a divine ape, shifting sideways with astonishing speed, then striking like a Kunpeng spreading its wings across the sky.

The two collided, fists striking, knees and legs also attacking. The result was a terrifying energy shockwave that sent Ming Yu stumbling backward, his mouth full of blood.

*Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!*

For a time, the two clashed fiercely once more, locked in combat like two intertwining beams of light, battling in a life-deat-death struggle.

*Boom!*

Finally, Ming Yu was sent flying, crashing onto a high platform within the underground palace. He was covered in blood, with dark red trickles emerging from all seven orifices.

He was severely wounded. His entire body, bones and flesh, ached intensely. Even his internal organs felt as if they were cracking. After being struck by the fist print of the youth from the netherworld, it was as if he had been suppressed by a prehistoric divine mountain—an utterly unbearable weight.

*Cough!*

He spat out a mouthful of blood, then desperately leaped up to continue fighting, knowing that in this enclosed underground palace, no one could save him. To fall would mean death.

Divine light boiled on his fists. He was willing to burn his entire essence, qi, and spirit to engage Chu Feng in a desperate, final battle.

However, Chu Feng's golden fist was indestructible. The faint crimson glow surrounding it possessed a terrifying corrosive ability, like an immortal sword, capable of cutting through all obstructions and dissolving everything.

This faint crimson glow, wrapped around Chu Feng's fist, shaved away, dissolved, and dispersed the essence, qi, and spirit unleashed by Ming Yu. The terrifying outcome made Ming Yu tremble.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Ming Yu roared. How could he have imagined being attacked at his own doorstep, cornered here, and beaten until he was covered in wounds, utterly unable to resist?

Especially since this person was precisely the netherworld visitor he had disdained, which made him feel doubly humiliated and despairing. In the end, it was he who was to be slain here.

Chu Feng swung his fist, sending Ming Yu flying. The clear sound of cracking bones echoed.

Ming Yu fought desperately, but still could not halt Chu Feng's advance. Each time, he was beaten back, slamming into the stone walls, then constantly sent flying backward, splattering blood across the underground palace.

At the very last moment, he did not hesitate to expend his soul light, an irreversible injury. If the soul was damaged, unless legendary Yang Realm herbs were used, such a wound was incurable, signifying the truncation of one's future.

This was a terrifying secret art of the Tai Wu lineage, incredibly powerful. He had only recently come into contact with it and had not yet truly mastered it, being only twelve years old. Yet, forcefully activating it now, he barely managed to unleash it!

*Boom!*

Yet, Chu Feng did not resort to any other methods. He still delivered a single punch, his golden fist shining brilliantly, wreathed in a faint crimson glow, as if it could cleave the heavens!

Ming Yu's secret art was shattered, dispersed, and corroded by the faint crimson glow emanating from the golden fist. With a *boom*, it utterly disintegrated and failed.

"Ah..."

Ming Yu was sent flying, crashing to the ground, his mouth filled with foamy blood. He spoke with great difficulty, saying, "I never thought I would die such a humiliating death. How hateful!"

Chu Feng curled his lip and said, "Who do you think you are? You're nothing. To die by my hand, should future generations ever speak of it, would be your glory. I actually wanted to find someone else to kill you, just to deny you that 'honor'."

"You..." Ming Yu was so enraged that his lungs ached with pain.

He desperately wanted to utter the word "minnow," but it caught in his throat. Having been beaten into such a state by his opponent, he was filled with immense shame and indignation, feeling utterly unworthy of his identity as a Tai Wu lineage disciple.

Ming Yu was covered in wounds, his bones shattered, but he still felt that the emotional trauma was far heavier. The netherworld visitor he had disdained and ignored had beaten him into utter despair!

"That's enough. I'll send you on your way!" Chu Feng said coldly. He was now as indifferent as a great demon king, looking down on Ming Yu as he advanced with another strike.

"Kill!"

Ming Yu refused to surrender, leaping up suddenly for a desperate, final strike. He burned his entire essence, qi, and spirit, his soul light transforming into nourishment for this punch, causing the fist light to boil with power.

Unfortunately, he was still no match. He flew out like a broken sack, crashing onto the ground with half his body gone. He lay dead, having perished within the very underground palace where he had been cultivating.

"And you dared to consider me a mere minnow? The Tai Wu lineage is truly nothing special after all."

Chu Feng strode over, channeling a burst of energy flame that transformed Ming Yu into a pile of humanoid ashes, utterly annihilating him.

He left the area and walked directly towards the Heavenly Marrow Pool where Ming Yu had cultivated. The moment he drew near, he smelled a refreshing fragrance. Large swaths of mist rose in the area, causing his pores to open and his entire body to feel incredibly comfortable, as if he were about to ascend.

"What a magnificent place! Truly an immortal's cave. I'll meditate in this pool and nurture my golden body!" Chu Feng exclaimed with joy.

Furthermore, he discovered some scriptures on a nearby jade table, which made his heart pound with surprise and delight. There were even secret texts he could study?

"I'll take his place and cultivate here. Once I elevate my physique to the Golden Body level, I'll proceed to the neighboring underground palace to test my cultivation against another core disciple of the Tai Wu lineage!"