Chapter 1239: The Whole Person Is Not Well

Chifeng, a Divine King, arrived. Even he was tempted by the fragrant aroma, feeling as though he was ascending to immortality. However, the moment he saw Cao De, his eyes turned frigid. He yearned to strike Cao De, pulverizing him into a bloody pulp and utterly destroying his body and spirit.

Kunlong and the Three-Headed Divine Dragon Yuntu shared his sentiments. They eventually let out a cold snort, their eyes malicious, because the presence of Divine King Li Jiuxiao prevented them from gaining an advantage. The group was about to depart, but Chifeng, ever aggressive, approached and scrutinized Cao De with a hawk-like gaze and wolf-like vigilance, making no attempt to hide his murderous intent and intimidation. This was only because Li Jiuxiao and Xiao Shiyun were present; otherwise, he might have been truly ruthless and killed Cao De on the spot.

“Boy, you’d best hide behind others for the rest of your life. Otherwise, I’ll be ready to lop off your head at any moment!” The Three-Headed Divine Dragon Yuntu snarled, secretly transmitting a message to Cao De, his gaze chillingly malicious. He utterly loathed Cao De. Yuntu was a god-level master, yet the last time they met, this very youth had brutally caved in his head with a spiked club, leaving him coughing blood and unconscious. It was utterly humiliating.

Meanwhile, Kunlong gripped his knives with both hands, the icy blade energy assailing the mind. His murderous intent was equally boundless. Chu Feng immediately bristled. These individuals were brazenly flaunting their power, encroaching on his personal space. Was this not a blatant threat to his life?

“When will this cycle of vengeance ever end, Chifeng? You are a Divine King; surely you can show some magnanimity. Why not sit down and have a drink?” Li Jiuxiao proposed. Divine King Li's intent was not for them to bury their grudges with a smile, but rather that there was no need for such venomous glares at Cao De. A deep-seated feud was acceptable; they could settle it in a future battle. There was no need to be petty in this particular setting.

Chifeng, domineering as ever, pulled the white-haired Divine King beside him to sit down. He stared intently at Chu Feng, exerting pressure, and then poured himself a drink. He then gestured for Kunlong and the Three-Headed Divine Dragon Yuntu to join them, intending to deliberately annoy Cao De and spoil the drinking atmosphere for their table. Witnessing the imposing presence of Chifeng, the Great Divine King of the Nine-Headed Bird Clan, Kunlong and Yuntu instantly felt their courage swell. They sat down without a word, a cold sneer playing on their lips.

Chu Feng was speechless. Monkey, Xiao Yao, and Peng Wanli, meanwhile, were utterly bewildered. They understood that Divine King Li Jiuxiao had acted without ill intent, merely wishing to diffuse the immediate hostility. However, his well-meaning gesture had inadvertently led to a terrible predicament. They were aware that they were braising dragon backbone and slowly roasting Nine-Headed Bird wings basted with honey. Such a delicacy could under no circumstances be offered to the very individuals now seated before them; it would inevitably lead to disaster.

After Li Jiuxiao finished his pleasantries and Chifeng and his companions had settled, he himself was somewhat taken aback, feeling a growing sense of unease and apprehension.

“What’s wrong, Cao De, are you paralyzed with fear? Seeing this King sit down, you’re speechless and pale-faced. Is it extreme terror you feel within? Let me tell you, even if you knelt on the ground and licked the soles of my feet, begging for mercy, I still wouldn’t spare you. I will surely kill you someday!” Chifeng’s voice was icy, his face merciless. Cao De had killed his cousin, Chimeng, on their last encounter, which had truly incensed their clan. How could they allow an outsider to kill a Nine-Headed Bird? Cao De was already on their kill list!

Chu Feng, who had initially felt a pang of guilt over roasting honey-glazed Nine-Headed Bird wings, immediately felt his temper flare upon hearing these words. His eyebrows shot up, and he no longer felt intimidated. “Who have I, Cao De, ever feared? I’ll face whatever comes my way tomorrow. For now, let’s drink and be merry! I’ll be waiting for you when the time comes!” Chu Feng sneered, taking a sip from his own cup.

“Cao De, curb your arrogance! Next time we cross paths, I’ll annihilate your three souls and seven spirits, ensuring you never reincarnate!” Yuntu declared grimly. Kunlong’s gaze was even more venomous, fixated on Chu Feng, the aura of his blades seeming to solidify into piercing beams of light from his eyes.

“Heh!” Chu Feng scoffed. He still felt some apprehension towards Yuntu, but when it came to Kunlong, he was entirely unconcerned. Chu Feng was now a Saint, even a Great Saint. Why would he fear the one who was once called the foremost Saint? Clearly, Kunlong had developed a significant psychological complex concerning him. Seeing Chu Feng gaze back with a sneer, Kunlong’s hands immediately began to tremble, causing his knives to shake, his hatred immeasurable.

“Hold your weapons steady,” Chu Feng warned coldly. “In this setting, if you recklessly draw your blade again, you’ll be signing your own death warrant!”

Beside them, Chifeng took charge, pouring himself another drink, utterly dominating the space. He drained a large cup, then picked up a piece of braised dragon backbone and bit into it. Juices immediately flowed, the tender meat shimmering, making him feel as if his tongue might melt. “Excellent!” Despite his intense hatred for Cao De, he was thoroughly pleased with the exquisite delicacy. He then picked up a golden-brown roasted wing, glistening with honey, and proceeded to devour it with gusto.

At this moment, Chu Feng remained perfectly still, his gaze lowered, utterly composed. Monkey, Xiao Yao, and Peng Wanli, meanwhile, tensed their bodies, barely daring to breathe, ready to flee at any moment to escape the terrifying storm unleashed by a crazed Divine King.

Li Jiuxiao's face twitched. He realized he had made a terrible mistake; inviting Chifeng to sit and drink was utterly farcical. He had always been upright and dutiful, considered an honest man among Divine Kings. But now, he felt a pang of shame; this action was somewhat disingenuous. He secretly braced himself to shield the entire restaurant area and the whole street, knowing that if Chifeng went berserk, he would likely unleash a bloodbath, an unthinkable outcome.

At this point, Yuntu and Kunlong, intent on irritating Cao De, also behaved impolitely. They sat down and immediately began to feast, grabbing roasted wings and tearing into them. They then selected large, tender pieces of braised dragon backbone, their mouths glistening with oil as they ate with immense satisfaction. “Excellent, the flavor is exquisite and quite remarkable.” They continued, and not only that, but they also brazenly beckoned their companions to sit down, urging them to indulge in the delicacy as well. They were showing absolutely no restraint.

At this moment, even Ji Caixuan and Xiao Shiyun tensed, ready for defense. Both Divine Queens wore peculiar, highly vigilant expressions on their faces. “Delicious! Excellent! A truly peerless delicacy!” these individuals declared.

At this moment, Chu Feng, Monkey, and Xiao Yao all set down their wine cups, sat stiffly upright, and remained completely silent. The shop owner arrived. Upon seeing the new group of customers, he immediately collapsed to the ground, his calves cramping and his entire body trembling. His mind exploded with a sudden realization, and then he fainted from sheer terror. In his final conscious moments, he trembled, his heart consumed by boundless fear. What was happening? Dragons eating dragons, Nine-Headed Birds eating Nine-Headed Birds – it was utterly horrifying.

“No!” Suddenly, Chifeng, the Nine-Headed Bird, let out a loud cry, his face contorting. Then, with a booming sound, he shot to his feet, his vital energy surging. Crimson light distorted the void, causing the entire restaurant to explode, the entire street to crack open, the ground to collapse, and energy to surge uncontrollably. The area instantly resembled the end of the world; everything seemed on the verge of collapse, the very void twisting and warping!

Divine King Li Jiuxiao quickly retreated, pulling Chu Feng, Monkey, the shop owner, and others with him. Xiao Shiyun personally shielded her grand-nephew, Xiao Yao, guiding him back. They also worked to contain the area; otherwise, the entire region would have shattered and been annihilated. Further away, the Three-Headed Divine Dragon Yuntu and Kunlong were less fortunate. They coughed up great gouts of blood and were flung away. Had Chifeng not intentionally restrained his power and avoided directly targeting them, both would have disintegrated and suffered a truly terrible fate.

“Cao De, Li Jiuxiao, you’ve gone too far!” Chifeng roared, his blood-red hair flying wildly, then surging forth like a crimson deluge, rushing towards Chu Feng, intent on piercing him.

Bang!

Li Jiuxiao raised a hand, and a luminous wheel materialized, spinning rapidly. With clangorous sounds, it blocked the torrent of blood-red hair, ringing loudly and sending sparks flying.

“Chifeng, what do you think you’re doing?” Chu Feng instantly retorted.

“You’re courting death!” Chifeng roared, utterly incandescent with rage, his concern for his image completely forgotten. “What ingredients did you just feed us? That was… Nine-Headed Bird meat and dragon meat! You pathetic insect, do you have a death wish?!”

The vicinity immediately erupted in commotion. Figures in distant restaurants stood up, gazing towards the scene; they were all masters, including Divine Kings, who were protecting their own establishments from collapsing. Otherwise, under Chifeng’s wrath and the impact of his terrifying Divine King powers, no building would have remained standing.

“Don’t you dare spew such slander! You ate my food, drank my wine, and now you want an excuse to kill me?” Chu Feng retorted. And, at the first available moment, he devoured the last golden-brown roasted wing, leaving no evidence. Everything else was annihilated by Chifeng’s furious outburst, leaving nothing behind.

“You…” Chifeng was so utterly enraged that he felt smoke pouring from his seven orifices; it was unbearable. Cao De was still gnawing on Nine-Headed Bird meat at the very last second, destroying all evidence. It was utterly shameless and detestable.

Beside Chifeng, Kunlong and the Three-Headed Divine Dragon Yuntu turned ashen upon hearing the truth. They felt utterly unwell, swaying precariously, almost collapsing. They carefully re-examined the taste, then silently compared it to the descriptions of dragon meat in ancient texts. In that instant, their vision blurred, and they nearly collapsed to the ground. In that very instant, Kunlong felt a sharp pain in his liver, clutching at his side. He watched as Monkey popped the last shimmering purple, fragrant piece of liver into his mouth, and Kunlong immediately spewed out a mouthful of blood. This was from a combination of fury and shock; he realized it – that was *his* liver!

The next moment, the Three-Headed Divine Dragon Yuntu also began to tremble as he watched Xiao Yao wipe the residue of dragon marrow from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. He shuddered, realizing it was… *his*!

“Ah!”

Heart-rending screams echoed through the area as Kunlong, Yuntu, and Chifeng coughed up large gouts of blood in their fury, nearly fainting. They then went completely berserk, launching a furious assault. A fierce battle erupted!

Evidently, Chifeng and his companions stood no chance. Even with the white-haired Divine King by his side, who were they up against? Li Jiuxiao, one of the world’s most powerful Divine Kings! Moreover, Ji Caixuan was also present, a formidable force no weaker than Li Jiuxiao. Furthermore, the extraordinary Divine King Xiao Shiyun was Xiao Yao’s grand-aunt. How could she possibly stand idly by? Having all enjoyed the meal, they could not, by any reasonable standard, remain uninvolved.

Thus, even in his frenzy, Chifeng was sent flying, covered in blood. His venomous glare was useless. Even the white-haired Divine King was severely wounded, almost beaten to death on the spot. The Three-Headed Divine Dragon Yuntu was sent flying with a single slap from Xiao Shiyun, his bones shattered and tendons torn. Had she not shown mercy, he would have instantly disintegrated, his body and spirit utterly annihilated. As for Kunlong, he lunged at Chu Feng, his knives held steady and true, man and blade seemingly one, transforming into a streak of white light. Yet, in an instant, Chu Feng’s fist-print struck him, causing him to cough up large gouts of blood. His Sacred Knife shattered and flew obliquely away, and he could not rise again. Chu Feng was a Great Saint, far more powerful than Kunlong, the so-called foremost Saint of the Yongzhou faction.

Thus, the battle in this area concluded as swiftly as it had begun.