Chapter 135: Plains Hill Destroys the Village

While the outside world speculated whether Chu Feng would go into seclusion or even flee to avoid trouble, he was already on his way, poised to launch a powerful offensive!

Early that morning, Chu Feng took off in an armed helicopter, his destination: Pan Mountain! He rested in the cabin, conserving his energy. All preparations were complete, and there was no time to waste; he would proceed directly to Pan Mountain to eradicate the stronghold.

The several mutated individuals accompanying him observed him covertly, filled with immense admiration. To single-handedly confront and slay a beast king, to conquer a renowned mountain alone—it was like something out of a myth! What immense courage would that require? When these individuals first learned of his plan, they were nearly terrified out of their wits.

No one spoke during the journey, fearing they might disturb him. Chu Feng rested with closed eyes, as silent and still as a stone statue. The helicopter roared, soaring swiftly over the forests and mountains, heading east towards the rising sun.

As noon approached, Pan Mountain came into view! Pan Mountain, adjacent to Shuntian, is located within the borders of Jinmen. After the world-altering changes, folded spaces emerged. Now, flying from Shuntian to Pan Mountain requires traversing a folded region, a journey of over a thousand kilometers.

With its mist-shrouded peaks, vibrant green pines, and cypress trees, Pan Mountain appeared like a beautiful fairyland from afar. In the northern region, it was undoubtedly considered a renowned mountain.

The armed helicopter landed, and Chu Feng stepped onto the ground. Turning back, he instructed, "You may all return." He feared the helicopter might be caught in the crossfire; his impending battle with a beast king was destined to be exceptionally intense. Without delay, the crew quickly took off and flew into the distance, understanding they would only hinder Chu Feng and offer no assistance there.

On Pan Mountain, someone was weeping loudly, lamenting to Huang Yun and others: "Please, quickly summon the Old Ancestor out of seclusion! Slay that Chu Feng; he's gone too far, he even cut off my tail, boo hoo..." It was the very weasel who had delivered the message; it had ridden a raptor to rush back overnight and had repeatedly come to the mountain crying and clamoring for Chu Feng's death.

Huang Yun's face was ashen, and he gnashed his teeth, feeling a profound empathy, for his own tail had also been personally severed by Chu Feng, a pain that had pierced him to the bone. Moreover, as a quasi-king, having his tail chopped off was an utterly profound humiliation.

"Don't worry," Huang Yun said, visibly annoyed. "The Old Ancestor will emerge from seclusion today. After nurturing his sword for days, he will soon go and claim the head of that arrogant brat. Stop crying!" Kong Zhuo, standing nearby, offered reassurance: "With Pan Mountain's Old Ancestor taking personal action, he doesn't have much longer to live. His time is truly running out."

Just then, a massive explosion, accompanied by screams, echoed from the foot of the mountain, audible even at the very peak.

"What's happening?" Huang Yun, despite having only one leg, sprang to his feet, his eyes emitting two golden beams of light.

"This is bad! Someone is attacking Pan Mountain; they've broken through!" A weasel, in a state of panic, rushed forward to report.

Huang Yun, enraged and astonished, demanded, "Who dares to attack our Pan Mountain? Are they tired of living?! Which clan is it, and how many are with them?!"

"Only one human," the weasel reported, "unleashing a massacre! He shattered the mountain gate with a single arrow and is now storming up alone!"

"This..."

Kong Zhuo also shot to his feet. A single individual daring to assault Pan Mountain? Did he not know there was a Beast King here? This was clearly an unwelcome visitor!

After Chu Feng shattered the mountain gate with an arrow, he strode forward along the stone steps, amidst dust and rubble. As weasels along the path roared, transforming into multi-meter-long colossal beasts and lunging at him, he simply drew his bow. With a single arrow, a mutated weasel exploded, dissolving into a cloud of blood mist.

"Who are you, you audacious fool?! Do you not know this is the sacred cultivation ground of Pan Mountain's Old Ancestor?" shouted a weasel that had already transformed into human form—a clear sign it was a direct descendant, as only they received the transformation fruit. Behind him, over a dozen other weasels bristled, each displaying foot-long, snow-white fangs and golden fur standing on end, exuding a menacing aura. These mutated creatures, each six to seven meters long, were far more terrifying than any beast from before the world's great change, radiating an overwhelming ferocity.

Chu Feng regarded them with cold indifference. Without uttering a word, he swiftly drew his bow and notched an arrow. Immediately, the sound of wind and thunder erupted as the iron arrow, crackling with electricity, shot forward.

Beast roars shook the heavens as the dozen fierce creatures scattered, then pounced forward in unison, roaring. Their snow-white fangs appeared savage and terrifying.

Thwack, thwack, thwack...

However, Chu Feng's movements were simply too swift. In one breath, he slew thirteen golden colossal beasts; not a single complete body remained, all having been torn apart by bolts of lightning. The ground was a horrific mess, blood staining the mountainside crimson.

The surviving weasels trembled with fear. Was this a human or a demon? How could he be so terrifying, having consecutively slain thirteen masters in mere moments? Their courage was utterly shattered.

Upon his arrival, Chu Feng had already obtained Huang Xiaoxian's confession via Lu Tong, learning that Pan Mountain harbored over ninety mutated weasels. He had prepared a total of one hundred iron arrows, carrying a large bundle on his back, specifically for them. Beast Kings capable of occupying mountains were never simple. Their ability to gather their kin, facilitate their metamorphosis, and rapidly accelerate their evolution was unmatched by ordinary fierce beasts. Given enough time, the clan would have undoubtedly flourished even further, with the number of mutated members steadily growing.

The few remaining creatures attempted to flee, but Chu Feng merely continued to draw his bow and fire arrows, not bothering to pursue. With successive thwacks, all of them were shot down.

"Oh heavens, run! A great demon has arrived!"

From a distance, the weasels who witnessed this spectacle were driven to a frenzy. They fled frantically up the mountain, utterly terrified. Before that human, they were utterly helpless, their capabilities far too inferior.

Chu Feng ascended the mountain, following the stone path. His divine perception was incredibly acute. Along the way, he fired several more arrows, killing additional mutated beasts. By this point, he had cumulatively slain twenty-three weasels. Each deceased mutated beast was several meters long; if ordinary people outside had seen them, it would undoubtedly have caused widespread panic.

"Who are you?!" On the mountaintop, Huang Yun roared, simultaneously ordering his kin to retreat, warning them not to fight a losing battle.

Chu Feng ascended the mountain path, passing through the foggy zone and nearing the summit. Pan Mountain's mid-slope was shrouded in mist, but above that, golden rays of light bathed the peaks, creating an ethereal, pristine land. Ancient trees blossomed and bore fruit, their fragrance wafting through the air. On some vines, flowers shimmered like jade, adorned with glistening dewdrops, a truly beautiful sight, their pure fragrance permeating the atmosphere.

Golden sunlight bathed Chu Feng, casting a faint golden glow over him, making him appear like a god of war as he ascended Pan Mountain, nearing its peak.

"What?! It's you!" Huang Yun shrieked, barely able to believe his eyes. Chu Feng, that young human master, had personally come to their doorstep. He couldn't comprehend Chu Feng's audaciousness. Could other human kings be following him?

Although it was Kong Zhuo's first time seeing Chu Feng, he quickly deduced his identity. Who else could be a human so young yet so terrifyingly powerful?

"You have the audacity of a dog to dare ascend Pan Mountain!" Kong Zhuo rebuked, then rapidly shifted into his true form and flew towards the back of the mountain. Pan Mountain's Old Ancestor was cultivating its sword in the back mountain, and their loud shouts must have already alerted it.

Chu Feng remained silent. He simply loosed an arrow, accompanied by an electric arc and the terrifying sound of wind and thunder. With a *thwack*, it pierced one of Kong Zhuo's wings, causing it to explode into fragments. With a *thud*, Kong Zhuo crashed to the ground, half his body drenched in blood, screaming incessantly. One of his wings had completely disintegrated into a bloody mist. With a *whoosh*, another iron arrow flew, piercing his thigh. Again, with a *thwack*, it transformed into a cloud of blood mist. Writhing in unbearable agony, he rolled on the ground. Chu Feng spared his life, but ensured any possibility of escape was utterly eradicated.

"Didn't you summon me to Pan Mountain to atone for my sins?" Chu Feng asked coldly. "I'm here. Who demands an apology?!"

From beginning to end, he remained perfectly calm. Ascending the mountain and slaying mutated beasts, he was like a merciless demon god, striking terror into the hearts of the creatures there, leaving them utterly petrified. On the ground, Kong Zhuo continued to wail, while nearby, Huang Yun's face was ashen. He simply could not believe that Chu Feng possessed such immense courage, daring to directly attack their stronghold.

"You... became a King?" Huang Yun stammered, trembling, then cried out, "Old Ancestor, please come out and kill him!"