Chapter 1108: 连窝端

The mountainous area of Minghu Immortal Cave is vast, and the underground palaces within the mountain are even grander in scale. Each core disciple possesses one, enjoying the best resources. This is one of the Taiwu lineage's most important assets, as it produces Heavenly Marrow, a rare and precious substance for any spiritual tradition.

Chu Feng emerged from seclusion, protecting himself with the stone jar. His gaze was sharp, like two bolts of lightning, and a slightly cold smile played on his lips. He was ready to go on a killing spree! If he could wipe out several core disciples of the Taiwu lineage, it would surely cause several best-selling periodicals in the Yang Realm to sell out. If he truly succeeded, it would be tantamount to slapping Taiwu Heavenly Venerate in the face!

Normally, no one would dare to be so reckless. All sects have their bottom lines; anyone who dares to bully the weak by force, or break into a sect's vital area to kill its core successors, would certainly face equally brutal retaliation. Minghu Immortal Cave is protected by six layers of super-large energy fields, along with several slightly weaker offensive energy fields. Only a Half-Step Heavenly Venerate could force their way in. As long as they weren't insane, no one would dare to attack in such a universally condemned manner. Therefore, relatively speaking, core disciples were very safe here and wouldn't encounter any problems.

But today, Chu Feng didn't care about any of that. He had come with the intention of wiping them all out, to deliver a heavy blow to Taiwu and give him a bloody slap in the face. With his parents and loved ones all dead by Taiwu's hand, how could Chu Feng have any reservations? He was determined to fight him to the death, advancing with relentless fury.

The underground area was very quiet. Besides Heavenly Marrow Fluid and spiritual springs, there were only geomantic magnetic fields and similar energies. He arrived silently, entering yet another underground palace. This was Zhuo Hong's secluded cultivation spot. As expected, she was still there and hadn't left.

Chu Feng sensed her aura. She was in meditation, her entire body enveloped in a layer of golden light. Though a charming and beautiful woman, at this moment she appeared solemn and majestic, her golden body exceptionally powerful. She was about fourteen or fifteen years old. Her originally snow-white skin seemed to have been forged from gold, and she wore a long dress, appearing sacred and extraordinary. At this moment, she was comprehending a marvelous technique, one of the Taiwu lineage's ultimate moves, named Martial Dao Pagoda. As her physical body radiated golden light and her soul light shimmered, she condensed an ancient, purple-tinged pagoda in front of her.

Chu Feng arrived without a sound. The stone jar emerged from the earth, and he immediately scattered some Samsara Soil, ensuring the area was cut off from the outside world. Even if someone died here, this area would obscure the heavenly secrets, preventing any information from being transmitted out, effectively severing this place from the outside world! During this process, he was essentially repeating an old trick, throwing out more than a dozen divine magnetic flags to seal off the underground palace and prevent the opponent from escaping. Chu Feng was very skilled, as he had done it once before two months ago when he killed Ming Yu.

"Who?!" Zhuo Hong's spiritual perception was much keener than Ming Yu's. As expected of an evolutionist of a higher level, she suddenly opened her eyes, her entire body blazing with golden light, like a golden figure. Even her hair had turned golden, radiating brilliant light. Her own energy surged, and she had already leaped up, assuming a fighting stance.

Chu Feng walked unhurriedly from the underground palace, revealing his true form. He was just over ten years old, but his figure was already tall and slender, with an exceptionally ethereal and otherworldly aura, like an immortal. Zhuo Hong was awe-struck, her heart deeply shaken. Just like the deceased Ming Yu, she never could have imagined that an outsider would intrude here, and a mere youth at that.

"Whose disciple are you? Aren't you afraid of provoking a conflict between our two clans by intruding like this?" Zhuo Hong's heart pounded. She was somewhat wary, thinking, "Unless someone close to a Heavenly Venerate brought this youth to attack, how else could he have gotten in?"

"Don't worry, I came by myself. And yes, I am a member of the Chu family," Chu Feng replied calmly. He had plenty of time and was not in a hurry to strike. This time, he still intended to test his cultivation results, so he wanted to give her a chance to fight face-to-face.

"Zhuo Hong, right? Don't disappoint me. Come, let's fight," Chu Feng said peaceably.

"Which Chu family member?" Zhuo Hong was surprised. Her figure was slender, and although not very old, her curves were well-defined and very alluring. She had a pair of peach blossom eyes, with some demonic patterns on her pristine white forehead, adding a seductive beauty to her. Her red lips were moist and vibrant.

"I don't believe I have any grievance with you. Is there some misunderstanding?" She smiled charmingly, utterly captivating, her eyes shimmering with alluring grace.

Chu Feng scoffed, a cold glint in his eyes, and said, "You truly have a short memory, like all important people. Weren't you boating on Minghu Lake two months ago, and didn't you say then that you hoped I would smuggle myself into the Yang Realm rather than reincarnate, otherwise, this 'nobody' who had to restart his cultivation wouldn't be worth killing?"

In an instant, Zhuo Hong's eyes widened, her face filled with shock, her heart utterly shaken. She had indeed said those words, but the "nobody" she mentioned... was a person from the Netherworld, the very nether-spirit that Taiwu Patriarch had been searching for! How was this possible? He had truly appeared, and right before her eyes?!

Zhuo Hong's heart trembled violently, feeling as if she had been struck by divine lightning, with a sense of unreality, similar to Ming Yu's reaction. However, she was calmer and more decisive. After realizing who had arrived, she immediately knew there would be no peaceful resolution, and a battle was inevitable.

She immediately made her move, her robes fluttering wildly, like a Lingbo fairy swooping down, launching an active assault. Her delicate fists turned faint gold, unleashing the strongest energy of her Golden Body realm. She advanced relentlessly, engaging in a direct life-or-death struggle, showing immense courage, and charging forward recklessly.

Chu Feng naturally met her attack, a cold smile on his face. He had come to kill today, and to temper himself; as his fist imprints shot out, divine light surged.

Bang, bang... The two collided several times, fiercely.

"Die!" Zhuo Hong lightly shouted. Her golden body swayed like a slender willow, instantly becoming incredibly flexible, creating multiple afterimages as she swayed back and forth. However, Chu Feng saw her true body at a glance and paid no mind. Even if she created eight illusory bodies in one breath, he saw through them all. Therefore, he didn't hesitate, blasting forward!

However, a startling change occurred. That true body charged directly towards his fist, not dodging at all, letting him strike her prominent chest, and still lunging forward. What was happening? Was she seeking death? Pure suicide?!

Chu Feng was momentarily surprised and bewildered. After being exposed, the opponent still didn't stop her charge, crashing into him, which was somewhat beyond his expectation. His fist pierced through Zhuo Hong's prominent chest, directly punching through, leaving her covered in blood. Yet, Zhuo Hong still wore a cold smile, pushing straight forward, letting her body be impaled. Her hands swept across Chu Feng's body, like iron hooks, trying to tear him apart.

"Hm?!" Chu Feng's expression suddenly changed. Was this a strategy of 'injuring one's enemy by a thousand while losing eight hundred of one's own'? The energy within him boiled, his entire being radiating dazzling golden light, as if he had transformed into a divine statue, resisting Zhuo Hong's close-quarters grappling. However, bloodstains still appeared on his body.

But the most terrifying thing was the frantic energy bursting from Zhuo Hong's entire body. She was self-destructing while simultaneously unleashing a terrifying secret technique. A purple light shot out from her glabella, slashing towards Chu Feng who was right in front of her. Chu Feng was truly startled. Even though he had experienced many great battles, he had never encountered such an opponent. They hadn't even engaged in a life-or-death struggle to determine a winner, and she immediately chose mutual destruction, embracing her enemy to self-detonate. This was too insane!

He certainly didn't want to die together with his opponent like this. He had just started in the Yang Realm and still needed to rise, hoping to experience the magnificent scenery on the ultimate path of evolution.

"Crazy woman!" he cursed angrily.

All of this happened in a flash. Everything was too fast and too sudden. Among them, even more severe than Zhuo Hong's self-detonation was the purple light that flew from her glabella, striking towards Chu Feng's forehead, aiming to destroy his spirit. At this critical moment, when there was no time to spare, Chu Feng unleashed his strongest counterattack. A black light erupted from his body, covering him from head to toe, protecting himself. And he forcibly swept Zhuo Hong, who was clinging to him, away.

This was Chu Feng's first time using the Seven Treasures Marvelous Technique in the Yang Realm. This was the complete supreme art he had comprehended in the Foremost Mountain under Heaven, manifesting the dark-attributed black light! This marvelous technique was said to be able to brush away all things and destroy all things! Chu Feng used it, naturally to sweep his opponent away from him, preventing her from touching him.

As soon as Zhuo Hong was separated from his body, she exploded not far away during the sweep. This scene was extremely gruesome. She was a sexy and alluring young woman, yet she ended up so bloody, her true body disintegrating, her soul light exploding, and blood and bone fragments splattering everywhere. It was truly somewhat terrifying.

Chu Feng stumbled backward. With a self-detonation at such close range, even though he had swept the opponent away, he was still affected. His mouth bled from the impact, but fortunately, he was not fundamentally harmed. At the same time, he touched his glabella, where a bloodstain appeared. In that moment of near mutual destruction, the purple light had almost squarely struck his frontal bone.

"Manic, perverted!" Chu Feng cursed. Fortunately, his reaction was sharp. He used the Seven Treasures Marvelous Technique to brush away and blast the opponent back, otherwise, he would have been in big trouble. He had never encountered anyone so insane, completely disregarding her life and actively seeking death, just to drag him along with her to the grave.

"Are you so lacking in confidence that you don't even fight me properly and just go for this right away, you crazy woman!" Chu Feng had truly broken out in a cold sweat just now.

"Hm?!" Suddenly, in an instant, he realized something. He abruptly swung his fist, striking towards the scattered blood and bone fragments. Dazzling light erupted, enveloping the blood and bones, causing them to reassemble. Instantly, Zhuo Hong's true body and soul light reappeared, bringing her fully back to life.

Chu Feng finally understood. The opponent was truly ruthless and decisive because she had a 'Death Substitute Talisman' on her, which was why she didn't hesitate to immediately fight for her life, intending to send him to his death. His expression instantly turned grim. After killing Ming Yu, he had seen in a memory crystal that Zhong Xiu and Zhuo Hong were about to complete their training, and thus were bestowed with Death Substitute Talismans. Indeed, Zhuo Hong reappeared!

Chu Feng's face darkened as he said, "I truly underestimated you. As expected of a descendant of the Martial Maniac, you have the same madness in your bones!"

Zhuo Hong's face was also cold as she said, "You also exceeded my expectations. To think you could withstand that and not die, causing me to waste a precious chance to revive with my Death Substitute Talisman." She was a very decisive person, ruthless enough to her enemies and ruthless enough to herself. After learning Chu Feng's identity, she had a bad premonition. How would the opponent dare to come to her door if they weren't confident? That's why she was so crazy and utterly decisive, immediately choosing mutual destruction. Now, she was further convinced that this was a very troublesome enemy.

She plunged underground, intending to escape, but she instantly reappeared, forced back by the dozen-plus divine magnetic flags Chu Feng had deployed.

"Kill!" Zhuo Hong knew there was no retreat, and she attacked with all her might.

This time, Chu Feng took her seriously, to prevent her from going mad again and dying with him. His killing intent was boundless, and he struck ruthlessly. Besides the Taiwu Grinding Fist, Zhuo Hong also activated a newly mastered marvelous technique, an ultimate move. It was a small pagoda condensed from soul light, very ancient but wreathed in purple energy, suppressing Chu Feng.

"Slash!" Chu Feng activated the yin-attributed secret art within the Seven Treasures Marvelous Technique. Black light surged, like a divine blade slicing out. With a crack, it split the small pagoda wreathed in purple mist into two halves.

"Ah..." Zhuo Hong screamed in agony, blood trickling from her glabella.

Chu Feng charged forward, his fist lights blazing, black light surging, fully intent on annihilating Zhuo Hong. Zhuo Hong was killed, dying on the spot. But because she had a Death Substitute Talisman on her, she still revived. Thus, Chu Feng killed her a total of six times. Only then did he truly slay her, as a divine talisman shattered and turned into dust.

Chu Feng rested briefly, recovering his essence, qi, and spirit, adjusting himself to his peak state, and then rushed to another underground palace. He was very calm, and the goal of wiping out all the core disciples of the Taiwu lineage was getting closer.

"Hm?" Chu Feng was deeply surprised. There were actually two people in this underground palace, both youths around fourteen or fifteen years old, and both at the Golden Body level. Their strength was not to be underestimated, no weaker than Zhuo Hong's. He carefully identified them. He had seen them on Minghu Lake that day: these were core disciples from Taiwu's senior sister's lineage. To his surprise, they hadn't left and were staying here temporarily!

"Sooner or later, we were bound to clash, destined to be enemies. Last time, you all offered various suggestions to kill me. So today, let's settle it all, and wipe out the entire nest completely!"

Chu Feng charged in, scattering Samsara Soil and throwing divine magnetic flags. His movements were incredibly swift, truly showing how practice makes perfect, incredibly proficient.

"Who is it?!"

"The one who will kill you. Young Master Chu has arrived!"

A battle erupted. These two also had Death Substitute Talismans, as they had completed their training. But unfortunately, they encountered the Great Devil Chu Feng, who had sworn to fight the Taiwu lineage to the bitter end. They were all killed by him; even their combined strength was no match for him!

"Next underground palace!"

Chu Feng, bathed in the enemy's blood, set off again.