Chapter 136: King-Level Collision

Huang Yun trembled, feeling an oppressive force he had only ever experienced from Old Grandmaster Panshan before. Now, this young man exuded a similar aura, making him tremble uncontrollably.

He wanted to roar, "What kind of monster have we provoked?"

He had even participated in hunting down this young human, tearing apart a passenger plane and ambushing him mid-flight. Yet, in just a few days, Chu Feng had evolved into a King-level creature!

Huang Yun stumbled backward, one foot still on the ground, his heart filled with terror. He was more afraid than anyone else because he had personally attacked Chu Feng's parents.

How could the other variants not be afraid after hearing him speak? Each one was horrified, their golden fur bristling and standing on end, as they continuously retreated.

"I have no grudge with you, yet you not only ambushed me but also tried to kill my parents. That's enough!" Chu Feng roared, expressing his true feelings. "What Peacock Clan? What Panshan lineage? You've touched my reverse scale, harmed my parents. Today, I'll turn the world upside down to show you! I've come to level this mountain and destroy your stronghold, completely eradicating your lineage from now on!"

He didn't know what the future held, but he was certain that after this battle, anyone who dared to touch his loved ones would have to think twice. If they dared to involve his parents, he would crush their entire clan, delivering the most terrifying warning to these ferocious variants!

Even with only one leg, Huang Yun was still a quasi-beast king. He pushed off the ground with incredible force, shooting away like an arrow released from a bow, unbelievably fast, as he tried to escape towards the back of the mountain.

However, Chu Feng's speed was even more terrifying. This time, he didn't use the Great Thunder Sound Bow; he had already slung it over his back, sensing a powerful enemy approaching.

Like a sudden clap of thunder, Chu Feng traversed the sky, seemingly flying. He moved beyond the speed of sound, the air behind him exploding with sonic booms.

When he landed, he had already covered nearly two hundred meters, slamming down onto Huang Yun's remaining leg with a crash. His King-level body was truly terrifying.

"Ah..."

Huang Yun screamed, rolling away. Clearly, that leg was broken.

He was a quasi-king, yet he had no power to retaliate against Chu Feng; he was too vulnerable.

Not only that, but all the bluestones paving the ground shattered. The area looked as if a major earthquake had struck, and the entire mountain peak was shaking.

All this happened simply because Chu Feng leaped up and stomped down with immense force, shaking the mountaintop. One could only imagine how terrifying such power was!

Chu Feng did not immediately kill Huang Yun. He spared his life and threw him next to Kong Zhuo.

The other weasels were utterly terrified. That was a quasi-king, second only to Old Grandmaster Panshan and on par with Huang Xian, yet his fate was so miserable.

Just then, a dreadful crimson glow surged upwards, and a sword light pierced through the dust, striking directly at him.

The chilling, icy light was soul-stirring, seeming to cleave through the void, possessing astonishing destructive power.

Chu Feng believed that this single sword strike could potentially split the mountaintop. This was the legendary Sword Control Art, which, according to ancient legends, could kill enemies from hundreds of miles away.

He was prepared. A black short sword appeared in his right hand, which he swung fiercely, unleashing terrifying black light that bloomed in the void.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the void seemed on the verge of collapsing.

The crimson flying sword vanished with a whoosh, retreating instantly after a brief contact, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

However, the shockwave still created massive waves of earth and stone in the area. The mountain terrain in that spot was torn apart, rocks were destroyed, and ancient trees shattered.

Finally, silence fell. Chu Feng stood on the mountaintop, his face indifferent. "You've been here all along," he said, "yet you didn't save your descendant, Huang Yun. How heartless."

The next moment, mist enveloped the mountain. The area transformed instantly, sunlight obscured, the entire mountain shrouded in swirling clouds and mist, appearing hazy and indistinct.

Even Huang Yun and Kong Zhuo stopped screaming, falling silent. They were extremely nervous, wondering if Old Grandmaster Panshan, now that he had made his move, could swiftly kill that human.

Chu Feng stood still, listening intently. His eyes blazed with divine light, attempting to pierce through the mist to discern everything.

Simultaneously, his spiritual perception activated. Flames of light seemed to flicker on his forehead, a manifestation of overflowing mental energy sweeping the surroundings, maintaining vigilance.

This weasel grandmaster truly possessed profound cultivation. Hidden in the shadows, his aura was faintly discernible in several locations, clearly setting up a deceptive array.

Furthermore, in a confrontation between King-level creatures, their spiritual perceptions seemed to counteract each other, making it difficult to pinpoint the opponent.

Suddenly, a surge of crimson light erupted behind Chu Feng, almost instantly closing in and striking at his neck, aiming to sever his head.

It was a palm-sized, crimson flying sword, crystal clear and brilliant, seemingly indestructible, and moving far beyond the speed of sound. If he had waited to hear its sound before counterattacking, his head would have already fallen to the ground.

As Chu Feng turned, his black short sword was already unleashed, striking the crimson flying sword once more. A grating metallic screech erupted between the two.

"Ah..."

In the distance, some weasels screamed in agony, because the friction and collision were accompanied by mysterious energy, the overflow from King-level creatures after breaking their shackles.

In the void, ripple after ripple spread out. The several-meter-long weasels rolled, screamed, and tumbled down the mountain.

The crimson glow disappeared again, vanishing into the mist.

Chu Feng held the black short sword before his eyes, examining it carefully. There were no nicks on it, and the blade was undamaged. However, he was surprised; the opponent's crimson sword body was excessively hard, seemingly undamaged as well, and had actually managed to block his black short sword.

This was unprecedented. Chu Feng had conducted many tests, and apart from the stone box on his body, almost no material could withstand the black short sword.

"Interesting," Chu Feng muttered, showing a strange expression instead of fear. "Could it be an ancient flying sword that corresponds to the Panshan legacy of the Sword Control Art?"

He knew that some famous mountains and great rivers held legacies and ancient artifacts. He strongly suspected that the crimson flying sword had appeared after the Panshan underground palace was opened.

"Young man, you are truly remarkable, becoming a King-level creature at such a young age!" Just then, an old man emerged from the mist not far away. He wore a yellow daoist robe, his face was ruddy, and his snow-white hair fluttered. His pupils were faintly golden, and his demeanor was ethereal, exuding a sense of immortal grace.

Was this Old Grandmaster Panshan?

He continued with a sigh, "To think I only became a quasi-king during the minor anomaly twenty-one years ago, and only now have I reached the King-level realm. It's truly been arduous."

In the post-civilization era, several mysterious changes had occurred, the most recent being twenty-one years ago.

And now, the world had undergone a complete transformation.

Old Grandmaster Panshan shook his head and sighed softly, seemingly unconcerned, as he walked towards Chu Feng, passing through the mist without even summoning his flying sword.

In an instant, Chu Feng shifted sideways, breaking the sound barrier, and rushed dozens of meters away under the force of inertia before stopping.

At his original spot, a crimson glow sliced down, splitting the mountain with a *thud*, creating a massive black crevice as if to cleave it in two.

The power of this flying sword was unimaginable, truly astonishing!

"As expected of a weasel—cunning and cruel by nature!" Chu Feng remarked. The elder appeared youthful with a dignified demeanor, but was actually ruthless.

What appeared to be his body was merely an illusion, not his true form, intended to lull Chu Feng into a false sense of security while his real body attacked from behind.

"Young man, you don't know your place. I summoned you to Panshan to confess your crimes, yet you dare to go on a killing spree. Today, I shall certainly strike you down with my flying sword!" Old Grandmaster Panshan said indifferently, his voice shifting left and right, disrupting Chu Feng's judgment.

"Kill!"

This time, Chu Feng pinpointed his true aura. He sprinted on the ground, then directly launched himself off the ground, traversing over a hundred meters through the air, and charged forward.

An elder appeared, wielding the crimson flying sword, striking horizontally and vertically at Chu Feng with astonishing might. The dazzling sword light illuminated the entire peak of Panshan.

Upon close contact, Chu Feng immediately launched a 'Dragon-Tiger Struggle' attack, employing a powerful technique from Xingyi Quan, slamming it towards Old Grandmaster Panshan.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Chu Feng held the black short sword in his right hand, using it as a dragon form, while his left hand formed a tiger shape. They intertwined, erupting with a roaring sound.

The air exploded with a thunderous sound, followed by the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon. A dragon and a tiger simultaneously manifested before Chu Feng.

As he charged forward, the momentum was terrifying!

This was the power of ancient martial arts. When the human body broke its shackles, they could unleash even more terrifying power. The Dragon-Tiger Struggle, incredibly, took a visible form.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The old weasel simultaneously wielded his flying sword and attacked with his palm, countering this ultimate technique, their blows constantly clashing.

The crimson flying sword swept past, narrowly missing Chu Feng's neck. He dodged sideways, but his shoulder was grazed, immediately drawing a string of blood.

The Sword Control Art, wielding a flying sword to slay enemies from hundreds of miles away in ancient legends, was indeed terrifying. Chu Feng suffered a blow; his shoulder throbbed with a burning pain, and blood flowed.

However, his left hand's tiger form also struck Old Grandmaster Panshan, making him stumble, with a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth.

Exchanges between masters were not overly complex; they were simple and brutal, with each fighter aiming to injure the opponent as quickly as possible.

The combat between King-level creatures was horrifying. If a quasi-king were to join in, they would likely be reduced to a bloody mist.

Chu Feng dared not be careless. He had initially wanted to observe and personally experience all the nuances of a beast king's combat, but now it seemed even a slight oversight could be dangerous.

White mist billowed from his mouth and nose; his exhalations were like a dragon's breath. Then, his breathing rhythm changed; he was performing a special breathing technique.

Old Grandmaster Panshan wanted to create distance and use his flying sword to kill Chu Feng from afar.

However, Chu Feng accelerated, moving with lightning speed. After employing the special breathing technique, both his strength and speed surged.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two swords clashed. Several times, Chu Feng struck the crimson flying sword hard, sending it flying. The crimson flying sword's slashes destroyed the rock wall on the mountaintop.

Chu Feng closed the distance, forming a fist seal, stretching his body, and launching a furious assault. He defended against the flying sword while relentlessly pressing his attack on Old Grandmaster Panshan.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

This was an extremely fierce battle, with fist seals clashing, sword bodies colliding, and mysterious energy erupting. Thunderous roars filled the air, the sounds immense and boundless.

At a crucial moment, Chu Feng let out a savage bull's roar, a sudden burst that shook the opponent's mind.

In the brief instant that Old Grandmaster Panshan was momentarily disoriented, Chu Feng struck swiftly and domineeringly. If not for the flying sword blocking the way, the black short sword in his hand would have likely pierced his opponent's body.

Even so, after Chu Feng's fist seal unleashed its power, it poured forth an incredibly terrifying force, like an overwhelming tide. With a *bang*, Old Grandmaster Panshan was sent flying, coughing up a mouthful of blood.