Chapter 138: Taking a Famous Mountain

Chu Feng's forehead glowed with flickering silvery-white flames, as if a deity had awakened. The brilliant light enveloped him, imbuing his entire being with a sacred aura.

"Kill!"

He roared, charging forward. A portion of the silvery-white flames from his forehead shot out—pure mental energy—engulfing the half-foot-long golden weasel.

The weasel shrieked, fleeing towards Mount Pan Ancestor and slamming into his skull.

Chu Feng followed up with a punch that sent the Mount Pan Ancestor, whose head was throbbing in agony, flying sideways. His body was covered in cracks, blood splattered, and he nearly disintegrated.

Mount Pan Ancestor suffered a severe mental backlash, experiencing intense pain. The nearly supernatural killing move he had gained after breaking his second genetic lock had failed, and he was now bearing the bitter consequences.

To make matters worse, his mental energy was disrupted, causing the crimson flying sword that had been circling him to lose control, fall to the ground, and no longer offer him protection.

Chu Feng put away his black short sword and strode forward. At this moment, his forehead glowed, his mental energy was fully charged, and his physical body contained terrifying king-level power.

The overall situation was decided!

As Chu Feng unleashed a punch, Mount Pan Ancestor shrieked, sent flying over twenty meters, and slammed into a rock wall, embedding himself in the cracked mountainside.

"Young man, how about we stop here? I can compensate you," Mount Pan Ancestor conceded, tearing himself from the rock wall, his body wracked with pain and his mouth full of bloody foam.

"Killing you is compensation enough for me," Chu Feng said calmly. He had come to level the mountain and destroy the stronghold, to establish his authority, to single-handedly eliminate an entire clan, and to warn anyone who dared to threaten his parents.

"You should know that I am a member of the Peacock King's alliance," Mount Pan Ancestor stated, his tone humble yet subtly threatening.

Chu Feng advanced with murderous intent. "You dare to intimidate me? I don't care what alliance it is; even if the Peacock King himself came now, I would still kill you!"

In an instant, he took a single step, soaring into the air and traversing two hundred meters through the void to appear before his opponent, moving as if he could fly.

Mount Pan Ancestor roared, golden light exploding from his eyes. He incinerated his king-level blood at any cost, the mysterious power unleashed after breaking his genetic locks surging within him. He fought desperately against Chu Feng, determined to find any chance to escape, however slim.

Even with his absolute advantage, Chu Feng did not relax at all. He went all out, unleashing his most proficient Vajra Ox Demonic Fist, which radiated terrifying power.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

This was the most direct clash between king-level beings. Chu Feng's fist imprints were overwhelmingly dominant; Mount Pan Ancestor couldn't withstand them. Numerous cracks appeared on his body, and it was clear he couldn't last much longer.

Chu Feng landed a punch that numbed the old weasel's arms, making them impossible to lift. Its chest was exposed, then caved in from another punch. With a wet thud, blood spurted, and its chest was perforated, clearly visible through and through.

"Awooo..."

Mount Pan Ancestor, severely wounded, was thrown tens of meters away. When it landed, it had reverted to its original form: a golden-furred weasel, forced back by Chu Feng's sheer force.

Compared to other exotic beasts, it wasn't very large, only five feet long. Its entire body gleamed with a golden luster, as if cast from gold, and its eyes shone like small suns.

Sensing death approaching, it fought desperately against Chu Feng with all its might. At this moment, its primal instincts grew even stronger.

Abandoning all restraint, the cornered beast's strength surged. The old weasel had completely committed, howling madly and unleashing mental attacks.

"Awooo..." It transformed into a streak of golden light, moving at extreme speed, engaging Chu Feng in a fierce struggle.

Chu Feng remained on high alert; a cornered beast was the most dangerous. He circulated his special breathing technique, even his spiritual body seemed to breathe, and the silvery-white flames on his forehead pulsed intensely.

He blocked the pervasive mental erosion, while his fists glowed, imbued with mysterious energy, as he struck forward.

Bang, bang, bang...

The old weasel couldn't withstand it. Even fighting with all its might, it couldn't stop the young man, who was like a god of war; the terrifying power sent it flying sideways.

Chu Feng held an absolute advantage, pressing on step by step, crushing his opponent. He sent the beast king flying like a rag doll, while his own fists glowed, as if they were the sharp, indestructible horns of the Ox Demon King.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

In just moments, Chu Feng had punched six or seven bloody holes into the old weasel's body, each a fist imprint that had completely perforated it, some passing straight through.

"Agh..." The old weasel shrieked, never having experienced such misery. It felt the breath of death drawing near.

"How is this possible?!" It roared, filled with intense unwillingness. Despite abandoning everything and fighting with desperate madness, it still couldn't withstand the young human, who was like a demon god.

It was a beast king who had broken two genetic locks, unleashing even more terrifying mysterious energy, and should have been far superior to this young human king.

Yet now, not only was it losing, but the gap in their power was considerable!

At the king level, each broken genetic lock brought a surge in strength and speed, triggering a super-evolution. This was terrifying, and combined with nearly supernatural abilities, it made beast kings incredibly formidable.

The old weasel had broken two genetic locks, meaning it had undergone one more super-evolution than Chu Feng, yet it was still no match. It was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of speed, strength, and physical constitution.

Bang! Bang!

Chu Feng landed two consecutive Vajra Ox Demonic Fists, sending the old weasel flying into the air. Two more blood holes appeared in its chest and abdomen, perforating it front to back.

The old weasel despaired. The abilities it had gained after breaking its two genetic locks were all mental, but they were useless against Chu Feng.

"I won't accept this! I'm a beast king! How can I die by the hand of a mere young human?!" it roared in fury.

But this couldn't change the outcome!

Chu Feng let out a mighty roar, his right arm glowing. Silvery light burst from his fist, like flames or lightning, transforming into a dazzling beam that shot out.

Terror filled the old weasel's eyes. Struck by the punch, it was sent flying sideways, then exploded in mid-air with a deafening roar!

A beast king had fallen, its body torn into pieces, staining the peak of Mount Pan red.

At that moment, the mist that had covered Mount Pan dissipated. It was the old weasel's earlier creation, designed to confuse and disturb human minds.

Sunbeams fell upon Chu Feng; even his hair seemed to glow. He stood tall and slender, his body crystalline, appearing lean and perfect, yet his king-level physique contained terrifying power. At this moment, he was like a god of war.

In the distance, Huang Yun and Kong Zhuo were pale and utterly terrified. To them, Chu Feng was nothing short of a demon king, having brutally exploded a powerful beast king like Mount Pan Ancestor. How terrifying was such an existence?

Yet he was so young, and a human at that. They could barely believe or accept it. The scene on the mountaintop filled them with horror.

A beast king bled and finally fell.

The king-level battle on Mount Pan had ended!

"No... this isn't real!" Huang Yun's voice trembled, and his body shook. With Mount Pan Ancestor killed, how could they possibly survive?

Chu Feng walked to a distant spot, picked up a bundle, and took out a set of clothes to put on.

In the previous battle, both he and the old weasel had moved at supersonic speeds. Not only ordinary clothes but even their physical bodies endured immense tearing forces.

Then, Chu Feng slung the bundle of iron arrows over his back, took up the Great Thunder Sound Bow, and aimed it down the mountain.

Wherever his king-level divine perception reached, the weasels still on Mount Pan had nowhere to hide; all their traces were captured. Then, one iron arrow after another flew from the mountaintop, crackling with electric arcs, shaking the renowned northern mountain.

"Pfft!"

"Agh..."

Below Mount Pan, one ferocious beast after another perished. Some of the several-meter-long weasels had transformed and could speak human language, while others let out terrifying beast roars.

Chu Feng shot one down with each arrow. Dozens of iron arrows flew, wiping out half of the mutated weasels from Mount Pan's lineage, preventing them from becoming a serious threat.

A portion had already fled earlier; at that time, although they believed their ancestor would surely win, they were still somewhat cowardly and had slipped away to a safe distance.

Chu Feng descended the mountain, searching the nearby ridges using his king-level divine perception, killing one after another with his arrows. As he passed several villages, he was consumed by rage.

In recent days, all the villages near Mount Pan had become empty. Many people had fled, while those who remained were massacred, becoming food for Mount Pan's lineage.

"Kill!"

Chu Feng pursued them, unwilling to let a single one escape.

In total, he shot down over ninety mutated weasels, ranging from several meters to over ten meters long, almost completely depleting his hundred iron arrows.

When Chu Feng returned to Mount Pan, Kong Zhuo and Huang Yun looked at him as if he were a demon god, trembling uncontrollably. They were utterly terrified.

These two had initially conspired, loudly demanding that Chu Feng come to Mount Pan to apologize and be humiliated. They had never expected Chu Feng would actually dare to come, and single-handedly flatten Mount Pan, exterminating an entire clan!

Even the beast king here had been killed by him; it was horrifying to hear.

Chu Feng, holding his black short sword, delivered a few cuts, permanently crippling their ability to attack.

He contacted Lu Tong. "Old man, I've flattened the mountain and destroyed the stronghold!"

That single sentence stunned Lu Tong. He remained speechless for a long time. Although he had long had a premonition and guessed as much, its actual occurrence still felt incredible. Chu Feng was truly defying the heavens!

To conquer a renowned mountain alone, suppress an entire clan, and kill a veteran beast king—what an astonishing feat?!

Chu Feng informed him that of the fierce beasts promised to the laboratory, only two remained; the rest had been annihilated.

Lu Tong was again stunned. He opened his mouth but ultimately couldn't utter a word.

On Mount Pan, Chu Feng found the crimson flying sword in a pile of rubble. It was only palm-sized, entirely vibrant red, and glistening as if about to drip, strikingly beautiful.

Its material was unknown, but at the very least, his black short sword had collided with it hundreds, if not thousands, of times without leaving any marks. It was indestructible.

"It's only palm-sized; it's a true flying sword!" Chu Feng was certain. This couldn't have been forged and refined by the old weasel; it was a mysterious ancient artifact.

Not only was it hard and sharp, but it was also exquisitely beautiful, a translucent crimson, rarely seen in the world.

"What a treasure," Chu Feng marveled.

With a fervent heart, he headed towards the back mountain, eager to acquire the astonishing sword-controlling technique, as its offensive power was truly extraordinary, far surpassing conventional methods.

Chu Feng believed that once he mastered the sword-controlling technique, his combat strength would surely skyrocket.

Outside, the situation was far from calm.

In people's eyes, with the Peacock clan and Mount Pan lineage exerting joint pressure, Chu Feng's situation was precarious, and deciding how to proceed was a very tricky problem.

"What exactly should Chu Feng do?"

"He should lie low for a while. There's no shame in that. I think that's the best strategy!"

Some people were discussing.

Apart from Lu Tong, no one else knew that Chu Feng had single-handedly taken down a renowned mountain!

Even the major conglomerates had no idea that a monumental change had already occurred on Mount Pan!