Chapter 1247: The Legendary Great Sage's Style

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

On the battlefield, streaks of divine light, one after another, emitted powerful sounds of energy tearing through the air. The sonic booms were terrifying and deafening, causing patches of white mist to continuously explode along their path.

These were the seed-level experts from Hezhou and Zhanzhou, all charging in at extreme speed, fearful of falling behind.

Chu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his robes flapping and rustling loudly. His eyes were deep as he watched the opponents appearing on this vast battlefield.

This area was once one of the most renowned forbidden lands in the world.

Even though it had been crippled—ancestral veins broken, mountains collapsed, immortal lakes dried up—essence still permeated the air.

A group of people arrived, all peak figures among Saints. Some glowed like the sun, divine flames rising, dazzling and awe-inspiring, becoming the focus of the field. Others absorbed light like black holes, almost invisible, dark mist swirling around them, exuding a demonic aura.

Whether male or female, handsome or ugly, all possessed extraordinary presence.

These individuals were either awe-inspiringly heroic, ethereal and transcendent, cold and ruthless, or possessed the bearing of iron-blooded demon kings. All were elites in the Saint-level evolution realm.

Among them, some had eyes emitting strands of silver light, forming tangible chains of divine order, while others had eyes as empty as black holes.

The seed-level experts from the two major camps, Western Hezhou and Southern Zhanzhou, all stared ahead, locking onto Cao De's figure.

A strong wave of rule fluctuations spread, like surging waves crashing forward. Their hostility towards that young man from Yongzhou was very intense.

Because, in today's battle, this young strong contender was quite unscrupulous, repeatedly "taking advantage" or "using tricks" to capture their companions, making them all feel disgraced.

Now he even dared to declare that he would fight against all of them by himself? How arrogant!

Hezhou and Zhanzhou were originally adversaries, but now people from both camps shared a common hatred, all wanting to defeat the young rascal from Yongzhou.

The ground was cold and hard, like frozen permafrost, dark red, as if it had been soaked in blood countless ages ago.

Chu Feng stood in the field, alone against a group of opponents.

He was very calm and composed. Compared to his frivolous demeanor moments ago, it was as if he had transformed, because he was about to make his real move!

"My name is..." He was about to announce his name, but he was interrupted.

"Not interested in listening. Who cares about your name? I just want to capture and kill you!" a brown-haired youth on the opposite side shouted. He truly showed no respect to Saint Cao. In the eyes of this group, he was an scoundrel who won by dishonest means.

Many had a very negative impression of him, now wishing they could capture him alive, beat him up thoroughly first, then decide whether to kill or dismember him.

Chu Feng's eyes were deep and somber. It was rare for him to be so serious, yet these people were despising him. Now they were discussing among themselves who would attack first.

Everyone wanted to personally take him down; now they were actually quarreling among themselves.

Some also looked at him, speaking disdainfully and disrespectfully.

"You really are something. With your meager strength and lack of virtue, you shamelessly won a few matches. If you win again, we might as well just bash our heads in and die!"

Chu Feng, expressionless, said, "Then you can go bash your head on the ground now!"

On the opposite side, the white-haired man's eyes instantly turned cold, and he was on the verge of pouncing. His whole body glowed, then his entire form blurred, as if he was about to transform into a sword embryo!

However, someone nearby immediately restrained him, preventing him from acting rashly. It wasn't because they were worried about him, but because everyone wanted to be the first to attack, defeat the youth from Yongzhou, and win the secret realm.

"Fine, just you wait!" the white-haired man said coldly.

Then he also joined the argument, negotiating with others, wanting to be the first to strike.

Chu Feng sighed. This time he was serious, intending to use his Great Saint-level strength to suppress all the heroes. Yet, some people didn't care about him, truly believing he won by opportunistic means?

In the Yongzhou camp, the captured Golden Crow clan prodigy was anxious. He was secretly agitated, truly wanting to shout loudly to tell his companions from Hezhou, like himself, that he was a Great Saint!

He believed that only if this group attacked together, united to besiege Cao De, would there be a slim chance of victory.

Otherwise, this group would all suffer disaster and be massacred by that demon lord Cao!

However, he couldn't transmit sound; he was confined. He could only stomp his foot and sigh inwardly. He knew a Great Saint was about to unleash his power, which would shake this entire place!

The battlefield was magnificent and boundless.

In front of each camp, large flags stood tall, soaring into the high heavens, almost touching the clouds, flapping loudly. The shaking void roared, twisted, and trembled.

On this grand battlefield, the cultivators from Yongzhou, Hezhou, and Zhanzhou each numbered in the millions, and this was only a fraction.

Additionally, a large number of cultivators were in the rear, not having pushed their way to the front lines to observe the battle.

At this moment, the atmosphere was somewhat strange. Duels of other cultivation levels were no longer attracting much attention. The strong individuals of various races all turned their gaze towards the Saint battlefield.

A dense, dark mass of people, countless beings, from Golden Body to Divine King, all levels were present. Some areas were shrouded in chaotic mist, appearing terrifying.

Such a large number of cultivators, with shining armor and cold swords and halberds, like heavenly soldiers and generals descending on clouds and mist, appeared on this land. The atmosphere was incredibly oppressive.

On this primordial land, battle scenes of this scale were not often witnessed.

"Have you decided yet? I'll give you another chance. Why don't you all come at once!" Chu Feng spoke, standing on the cold, hard, dark-red ground, his expression growing cold as he looked at the group of people.

"I'll go first!"

After finally discussing, it was the white-haired man who stepped forward first. He was from Southern Zhanzhou, his very being like a sword. The light he emitted resembled sword energy, making one's hair stand on end.

He walked forward step by step, his body almost "rainbowizing," seemingly about to become a ray of light or a terrifying sword beam, his physical form blurring.

Chu Feng spoke, saying, "Wait a moment, let me first ask: Have all the seed-level experts arrived?"

The Saints present all turned cold; it wasn't a pleasant sight. They increasingly felt he was extremely arrogant. Did he truly believe he could swallow mountains and rivers and sweep across the battlefield?

However, half of them felt uneasy, somewhat disturbed, because this young strong contender from Yongzhou was too calm.

Since he was so composed, he couldn't possibly be seeking death. Perhaps he truly had confidence, something to rely on. This made some people more cautious.

Some even wanted to speak up, wanting to strongly suggest that they should simply seize the opportunity and attack him all at once, and suppress and kill this strange youth!

However, they ultimately had to save face. They were all peak Saints of various races. On this primordial battlefield, in front of countless people, they couldn't bring themselves to do so.

"All the seed-level experts have arrived. What do you want to do? Do you really mean to fight against all of us?!" The white-haired man sneered.

Chu Feng said, "Yes, I intend to. However, some might not be convinced, so let's start with you. When they get scared, they will eventually swarm me."

Not everyone could sense his confidence. A considerable number of cultivators watching from the Western Hezhou and Southern Zhanzhou camps believed that he was deliberately speaking arrogantly because he knew no one would team up to besiege him, thus making him fearless.

"Sever his head, one strike to the throat!"

"Finally, a fair fight! I don't believe he can still win. Kill him!"

Many among the vast number of cultivators watching began to clamor. For a moment, the battlefield was like a bursting mountain flood or a tsunami crashing ashore, the noise chaotic and immense.

Chu Feng spoke, saying, "Since you've all arrived and entered this place, I believe you are all ready to duel with me. Even if someone tries to escape later, I will hunt them down!"

"Arrogant!"

"Who do you think you are? A legendary Great Saint?"

"Do you really think you're a mythical expert? Haha!"

At this moment, not to mention the seed-level experts on the battlefield, even the emotions of the spectators were stirred up. They spoke up one after another, loudly rebuking him and expressing their displeasure.

Everyone gazed at the battlefield, awaiting the outbreak of this battle.

The white-haired man was very strong. With a single step, he vanished from his spot, his entire being transforming into a streak of sword light, incredibly fast. He appeared beside Chu Feng, sword energy blooming, murderous intent boundless, launching a deadly strike.

At this critical moment, Chu Feng's feet did not move; he remained rooted to the spot. One hand was still behind his back, while his other hand accurately extended, clamping down on a dazzling holy sword, emitting a clang.

Everyone was astonished. The youth from Yongzhou was truly strong. He actually dared to strike a sword with his bare hands at such a critical moment?

Subsequently, many people's eyes widened. After seeing clearly that he had clamped the terrifying Golden Holy Sword with two fingers on the battlefield, they were immediately even more shocked.

That dreadful sword edge was incredibly sharp, murderous aura surged, sword light like a rainbow—enough to cut through various secret treasures of this level, let alone flesh and blood.

However, people's pupils constricted; all were completely astounded.

A crisp metallic clang sounded. Chu Feng's two fingers gently twisted, and this holy sword, forged from rare precious gold, was thus easily snapped.

This was a priceless holy sword, yet it couldn't withstand Cao De's two fingers. His fingertips glowed with a faint golden hue, virtually indestructible.

This scene not only shocked the white-haired man but also caused all the seed-level experts to feel a strong unease in their hearts, inwardly exclaiming that something was wrong. This was not the easy prey they thought it was, but rather a prehistoric beast, incredibly dangerous.

As for outside the field, silence instantly fell. Many were stunned, realizing they had misjudged him.

Clang, clang, clang!

The white-haired man's entire body violently burst forth with sword light. In an instant, he summoned two flying swords, one black and one white, transforming them into terrifying, murderous sword energy that spun towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng remained standing in place, his feet unmoving. He raised one arm, his entire arm erupting with dazzling golden light, blood energy pervading. With a boom, a fist print, vast as the heavens, suppressed downwards.

Those two extremely sharp flying swords, nurtured with the vital blood of a peak Saint, shattered at this moment, brutally broken by him.

"What?!"

At this moment, everyone was astonished. Was this still a Saint? With a mere lift of his hand, he directly shattered two flying swords that a peak Saint had cultivated with his life; it was too terrifying.

The white-haired man's face was pale, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, clearly not lightly wounded.

However, he did not retreat. Instead, his body became even more radiant, his entire being deforming and becoming increasingly ethereal. He had actually transformed into a sword.

There had been signs of this earlier, but it was never as clear and real as now.

This was a member of the Immortal Sword Palace from Southern Zhanzhou, reputed as one of the three strongest sword cultivation sects in the Yang realm, with an ancient heritage and countless secret techniques. "Body into Sword" was their unique ultimate skill.

With a hum, the void itself seemed to be sliced open at this moment. This white-haired man transformed into a very thin, large sword and instantly slashed over, terrifyingly boundless, with chains of divine order wrapped around it. This strike poured out his endless energy; it was his ultimate trump card.

Many exclaimed in surprise. This ultimate skill of the Immortal Sword Palace was incredibly fearsome. When used at a critical life-or-death moment, its murderous aura surged to the sky, and it had few rivals within the same realm.

This was a forbidden chapter in prehistoric sword art texts!

People had not expected that he had actually mastered it. Although it might not be perfectly refined and still had flaws, it was absolutely terrifyingly boundless, enough to slay peak Saints!

One could see the earth splitting apart, the void twisting, sword energy filling the sky, blazing sword beams everywhere. The entire world seemed to be pierced by sword light, murderous intent omnipresent.

In the Yongzhou camp, many Saints were certain that if they went up, they would undoubtedly be killed on the spot, without question.

Even Kunlong, who had just been rescued, had a grim expression. He was certain that he could not withstand this ultimate sword art secret from the Immortal Sword Palace!

If it were him who went up, he would definitely be split into two.

The white-haired man was truly a peak Saint in the realm of sword arts, wielding endless sword energy, slashing forward.

Unfortunately, he encountered Cao De, a Great Saint!

Boom!

Chu Feng's body glowed, as if wielding boundless divine fire, his entire being dazzling, stirring up terrifying pale golden blood energy.

Around him, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and light was boundless.

He was like a god-demon born from the era of creation!

"Roar!"

At this moment, Chu Feng did not move. He merely let out a great roar towards the front. This was simply too terrifying. Golden ripples transformed into symbols, like surging waves crashing ashore, rippling outwards.

In an instant, a rumbling sound came from the void. Various sword lights continuously shattered, the sword energies disintegrated with whistling sounds, while the sword dao order violently exploded.

With just a roar, energy surged violently, shattering endless sword beams and awe-inspiring everyone.

Chu Feng's hair shone brilliantly, moving wildly without wind. His entire body streamed with light, and from his mouth came terrifying sonic symbols.

The sword embryo that the white-haired man had transformed into buzzed and trembled, finally making a sound like it was about to break. Then it flew backward, a large spray of blood blossoming in mid-air.

He was shaken out of his transformed state by this god-demon-like roar, his physical body falling to the ground, covered in blood, and severely wounded.

"I already said it, come at me all at once!" Chu Feng spoke, coldly watching all the seed-level experts.

At this moment, many gasped in cold air, because upon closer inspection, they realized that Cao De had remained rooted to the spot throughout the entire engagement, his feet never moving.

And upon recalling again, people were even more alarmed. He seemed to have only used... one hand at the very beginning? His other hand remained behind his back the entire time!

Some were profoundly shocked, finding it hard to believe.

"He already told us to come at him all at once, so what are we waiting for? Attack!"

Some reacted quickly, using the Yongzhou youth's words as an excuse to act. They directly took action, uniting and swiftly attacking.

Because this group realized that in a one-on-one duel, they would definitely not be a match for the young strong contender from Yongzhou.

Boom!

Instantly, a purple-gold hammer smashed down, carrying thunderous light and interwoven lightning, appearing extremely terrifying.

But it was struck by Chu Feng's punch and flew sideways with a clang.

Almost simultaneously, a secret treasure, the Heaven-Overturning Seal, fell from the sky, terrifyingly boundless. Although it was an imitation of an ancient secret treasure, it was still considered one of the strongest holy artifacts, capable of suppressing and killing various Saint-level beings.

However, something shocking happened. Facing this almost surprise attack, Cao De did not dodge; he directly withstood it with his back.

The Heaven-Overturning Seal was sent flying by the impact, unable to harm his physical body.

"He is... what kind of monster?!" someone exclaimed involuntarily, their heart filled with fear. This was a great killing weapon, a top-tier secret treasure capable of suppressing and slaying swathes of Saints. Yet he could withstand it with his bare body?

Some people's hearts trembled, and an boundless chill arose.

"Could this possibly be a Great Saint?!" Someone's voice trembled.

At this time, outside the battlefield, an old servant's pupils constricted, and he said to Zhou Xi, "This young man was quite unusual earlier, and now he truly has a demonic quality about him. Miss, does he look like a demon lord, like the great evil person you spoke of?"

"Hmm." Young Lady Xi did not express an opinion, merely humming in response.

In the distance, Qing Yin also appeared, standing in the Yongzhou camp, her beautiful eyes flickering, an unusual expression on her flawless face as she stared at the battlefield, lost in thought.