Chapter 137: Suppression

After the Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan landed, his body, resilient like tough grass, clung firmly to the ground. Punches could not dislodge him, nor could mysterious energy break his hold.

After coughing up a mouthful of blood, he prostrated himself on the ground in his human form, moving with extreme speed. On all fours, he instantly reappeared hundreds of meters away.

Chu Feng pursued, his fist seals and the black dagger pointed relentlessly at the Old Ancestor's vital points, ready for further assault. The chase, with one fleeing and one pursuing, caused astonishing destruction.

Both moved at supersonic speeds, causing the air to explode. Along their path, any mountain rocks, giant trees, or other objects their bodies touched instantly shattered, utterly unstoppable.

Such extreme speed was terrifying and demanded an exceptionally strong physique; otherwise, muscles would crack and simply be unable to withstand the strain.

"Boom!"

A brown boulder over ten meters high was shattered by the Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan. Rocks scattered heavenward as he flew forward like a missile, sweeping everything aside with terrifying destructive power.

He stayed low, hugging the ground as he moved, attempting to escape Chu Feng's close-range attacks.

However, Chu Feng shadowed him relentlessly. Finally, he leaped forward, lunging, his black dagger aimed directly at the Old Ancestor's back, stabbing downwards.

The crimson flying sword, hovering near the old weasel, erupted with dazzling light, like a fiery cloud painting the entire mountain peak red, intensely brilliant.

"Clang!"

The crimson sword struck Chu Feng's black dagger, causing the entire void to reverberate with explosions, like thunder crashing down from the heavens, shaking the mountaintop.

The power of this flying sword was immense, capable of leveling an entire hilltop!

If Chu Feng were not a king-level being, how could he possibly withstand such an astonishing force? Dozens or even hundreds of ordinary mutant creatures attacking together would not be enough to resist a single strike from this flying sword.

Chu Feng's web of hand was hot and showed cracks, with blood seeping out. Yet, he felt no anger; instead, his eyes burned with intense light and profound hope.

He greatly anticipated sword control techniques. If he could slay the Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan, he might obtain the Mount Panshan legacy, allowing him to wield a sword and sweep away enemies from all directions.

This item was virtually indestructible and could kill opponents from hundreds of meters away—truly terrifying.

Boom!

Although the black dagger was blocked, Chu Feng's fist had already crashed down, slamming into the Old Ancestor's back. A tiger's roar shook the heavens as a massive, fierce tiger lunged downwards.

This was the Tiger Form of Xingyi Quan, a true manifestation that even veteran boxers who trained their entire lives might not achieve, yet Chu Feng had mastered it, having fully comprehended its essence.

This punch was fierce and overbearing. The true form of a White Tiger appeared, dominating with its destructive power, shaking the sun and moon, utterly ferocious.

Forced into a corner, the Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan suddenly flipped over, his back pressed against the ground as he flew backward. His hands continuously struck upwards, neutralizing the White Tiger's lethal attack.

Bang, bang, bang...

The two fought intensely. One was above, continuously punching, while the other was below, flying backward close to the ground. Their fierce collisions and the whistling of fists were more deafening than thunder.

The mountainous terrain was ravaged, torn apart by their movements. Numerous cracks appeared on the ground, and all ancient trees exploded, appearing incredibly fragile before these king-level beings.

The old weasel coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. Under such relentless attacks, he could barely hold on. He flipped up, stood upright, and roared repeatedly, nearly driven mad.

Chu Feng's fist imprints were too heavy; each strike produced terrifying sonic booms. Although there was no lightning, the effect was more astonishing than falling thunder.

After breaking the sound barrier, the air seemed to explode.

The old weasel faced a grave crisis, trapped within Chu Feng's terrifying fist imprints. Although fierce, he could not withstand this stormy assault.

Thump, thump, thump...

In the physical combat, the Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan bled from his mouth and nose, on the verge of collapse. He was sent flying like a scarecrow, blood splattering, his body shaking violently, trembling like chaff.

His entire body trembled as he tried to neutralize Chu Feng's dreadful fist imprints. Even so, he couldn't endure it; cracks appeared one after another on his skin, threatening to make him explode.

"Kill!"

Chu Feng roared, his punches landing with brutal force, boundless and tyrannical, like a great demon god. He pushed forward, relentlessly suppressing his opponent.

Bang, bang, bang!

The Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan was once again sent flying sideways, crashing into a distant mountain wall, which then collapsed. Huge boulders tumbled everywhere, and dust billowed skyward.

The physique of a king-level being was terrifying. Even severely wounded and facing mortal danger, the old weasel remained formidable, bursting upwards at supersonic speed, shattering all the boulders that pinned him down.

"Die!"

Chu Feng roared, launching a direct punch that seemed capable of shaking heaven and earth. Accompanied by explosions like thunder from the nine heavens, the air was dispersed, and his might was unparalleled.

Boom!

The Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan's body glowed. Streaks of blood seeped from the cracks on his skin, transforming into crimson mist that enveloped him as his king-level power surged.

His strength skyrocketed; the old weasel was fighting desperately, otherwise he might be shaken to death by Chu Feng's fist imprints. That young human king was simply too ferocious.

Boom!

The two collided, emitting blinding light as mysterious energy surged and spread. Sand and stones flew everywhere in the area, and even millstone-sized rocks were blown into the air, as if a hurricane had passed through.

The Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan staggered back dozens of meters, deep cracks appearing on the ground beneath his feet. The mountainous terrain cracked open from his steps, making it clear what terrifying force he had encountered.

During their previous exchanges, the two swords clashed repeatedly, their clanging sounds deafening, as if they could split the sky. Killing intent surged, and sword light illuminated the entire mountaintop!

Apart from blood dripping from his shoulder, Chu Feng was largely unharmed; the shoulder wound was from a graze by the crimson flying sword.

The Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan had multiple cracks on his body, caused by Chu Feng's fist imprints, threatening to shatter him. Blood mist billowed and swirled around him.

He was employing a secret technique, consuming beast king blood essence at all costs to continuously supply himself with power; otherwise, he could not withstand Chu Feng.

"I underestimated you," the Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan murmured, his eyes cold.

"You told me to come to Mount Panshan and atone, and I have come. But can you bear the consequences?!" Chu Feng pressed forward, his aura growing stronger.

He was tall and slender, yet powerfully built. His physique was crystalline and perfect, the terrifying body of a king-level being. Even appearing ethereal, it contained the most dreadful power.

The battle erupted once more. Chu Feng's fist imprints became even more terrifying, completely suppressing the Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan, sending him repeatedly flying and causing blood to spray from his mouth and nose.

Simultaneously, the two swords continued to clash, their light illuminating the peak and soaring high. From a distance, it was a terrifying sight, as if peerless sword immortals were locked in battle!

The Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan roared heavenward, his body glowing, and his blood energy surged even more intensely. Yet, he was still no match, repeatedly being slammed into the mountain wall.

Without the crimson flying sword, Chu Feng would have long since shattered him!

Even so, he still maintained supersonic speed, leaping across the mountain peak amidst fierce winds, swift as lightning, leaving behind multiple afterimages. Everything in his path was destroyed.

The old weasel was bleeding from all seven orifices, clearly on the verge of collapse.

Chu Feng approached, but just then, he suddenly felt something was amiss—an inexplicable sense of dread. Even with the clash of king-level divine senses, he still felt his hair stand on end, indicating a very serious problem.

Instantly, he activated his special breathing technique again, tensing his body, tensing it even more!

The transition from premonition of danger to rapid defense occurred in a flash, like a streak of lightning or a fleeting sunrise.

Chu Feng's hairs stood on end. His head throbbed as if something were trying to bore into his mind, causing his body to stagger and lose balance.

In mid-air, a golden weasel, not much larger than half a foot, appeared, desperately attempting to burrow into Chu Feng's head.

If Chu Feng's alertness hadn't been exceptionally high and his intuition startlingly keen, he would certainly have fallen victim to the weasel's sneak attack. Even so, he suffered a terrifying assault.

"Die! I've tolerated you long enough!"

The Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan roared, his true body lunging forward in a frenzied attack. King-level essence blood overflowed from his physique, burning into a red aura that supplied him with mysterious energy.

He desperately attacked Chu Feng, creating an opportunity for the golden weasel in mid-air, which was formed from mental energy.

This was an ability he gained from breaking his second genetic lock, almost like a divine power. He had cultivated a spiritual body, akin to an external avatar, which had been hiding in the shadows, ready to ambush Chu Feng and possess his body.

This was the old weasel's killing move, but it was difficult to achieve. Therefore, he had been subtly weakening Chu Feng, engaging him in a bloody battle, only to suddenly deliver the fatal blow at the critical moment.

Chu Feng had actually been somewhat prepared. When he used the Ox Demon Roar, it had momentarily dazed the old weasel, which had made him suspicious.

He knew well that this lineage possessed extraordinary mental power, far surpassing other races. So, the fact that his Ox Demon Roar technique worked so easily naturally surprised him.

The old weasel had always coveted Chu Feng's king-level physique. Once he possessed it, his spiritual body would have a vessel, a true physical form.

At that point, he would gain Chu Feng's king-level physique, essentially becoming a dual king, and his strength would surge dramatically.

"Kill!"

The Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan roared, frantically channeling his mental energy. The small golden weasel desperately burrowed towards Chu Feng's head, eager to possess it immediately.

"Get lost!"

Chu Feng bellowed. Though his head was splitting, his mind remained clear. He activated his special breathing technique, exhaling snow-white light like lightning from his mouth.

Simultaneously, he let out a great roar, unleashing the Great Strength Ox Demon Fist and the Ox Demon Roar, a mental attack technique capable of countering divine sense intrusion.

"How is this possible?" the Old Ancestor of Mount Panshan cried in rage.

He had endured for a long time, planning a decisive strike at the crucial moment to seize a king-level body. Yet now he found himself facing what felt like copper skin and iron bones; he simply could not penetrate this physique.

Any other beast king would surely have had their king-level body possessed by now. The old weasel had this confidence, believing his mental power was unmatched, something no other mutant creature could possibly resist.

But now he faced great trouble. As Chu Feng activated his special breathing technique, not only did mysterious energy permeate his flesh, making him much stronger, but his spirit also seemed to be breathing, surging by a significant margin.

At this moment, Chu Feng was also surprised, experiencing for the first time that his spiritual body could also breathe. In an instant, silver-white flames erupted from his forehead—intense mental power that seemed capable of incinerating everything.

"Ah..."

The half-foot-long golden weasel plummeted from mid-air, tumbling and screaming mournfully. Despite its renowned mental power, it was defeated and severely burned.

It shrieked in agony, for the tide had turned, and its end was near.