Chapter 191: On the Tip of the Tongue Kunlun

Chu Feng's eyes blazed with excitement as he finally encountered a robust beast king—not a miniature one, but a truly massive specimen. With a whoosh, Chu Feng charged forward, striking like lightning.

The tall man, named House, felt a profound unease. His opponent's eyes glowed green, and an expression of intense desire on his face made House's skin crawl. House seriously suspected his opponent was unbalanced. The look in Chu Feng's eyes was disturbingly akin to a villain fixating on a peerless beauty—raw and undisguised.

"Go to hell!" House roared, unable to bear that gaze. He was formidable, his palms and fingers glowing as if he held a miniature sun, radiating vibrant, incredibly powerful, brilliant light as he clashed head-on with Chu Feng.

Like two colliding volcanoes, they spewed forth burning waves. Energy currents raged between them, sweeping upwards to form tornadoes that carried millstone-sized stones, spinning them into the air before they exploded. The two swiftly separated, each retreating several dozen meters. The ground was scarred with crisscrossing black fissures, creating a fearsome sight.

Chu Feng was surprised. He was holding back, intentionally suppressing his strength to avoid being singled out and hunted by the Old Lion and others at the outset of the melee. Yet, even with his power restrained, his methods should have been beyond what ordinary creatures could withstand! Across from him, the burly man was even more astonished. Though he appeared unrefined, he was far from a simple or good-natured individual. He was a formidable master who had already broken four shackles, yet he had been meticulously concealing his true aura. Only moments ago, when he launched his attack, did he unleash his full strength, hoping for an instant kill. He was disappointed by the outcome, and a shiver of alarm ran through him.

Chu Feng smiled. The stronger the beast king, the more ideal the prey, capable of alleviating his profound hunger. Far from being worried, he felt a surge of joy, finding the large figure increasingly appealing.

"You perverted queer, I'm going to kill you!" House's long brown hair whipped around him, his eyes sharp. He could no longer tolerate that look from his opponent. What particularly unnerved him was seeing Chu Feng almost drooling, which made him shiver involuntarily.

Chu Feng, who had been smiling with delight moments before, stiffened upon hearing those words. His smile froze instantly. *Damn it, I'm being misunderstood?!* he thought in exasperation. This was simply intolerable. Enraged, he charged forward, determined to teach the massive beast king a lesson. House, meanwhile, felt even greater animosity, his face so grim it looked as if water might drip from it. He exerted every ounce of his strength, wishing he could slap the young man dead.

As the two exchanged blows, a terrible energy storm erupted. Sand and stones flew, dust and smoke billowed skyward, and the howling wind sounded like herds of wild beasts wailing. Outside the battlefield, spectators were visibly moved by the immense power displayed by the two combatants.

Chu Feng finally restrained himself, choosing not to fully reveal his trump cards. He continued to suppress his strength, reserving it for a crucial moment to surprise those old figures. If he were to simply abduct a powerful beast king right at the start of their engagement, Schiller and the Black Dragon King would undoubtedly fixate on him. It had to be said, House was indeed exceptionally strong. Many even within the Western camp displayed astonishment, having not realized he had already broken four shackles. Among king-level creatures of his tier, he was truly outstanding, a remarkable combatant.

House, now truly incensed, unleashed his killing moves, yet failed to eliminate that "pervert," which greatly irritated him. "Pervert, go to hell!" House roared, his brown hair flying wildly, his eyes flashing like lightning. His entire body glowed, fiery light pulsing and seemingly incinerating everything above and below. He appeared incomparably sacred, like a god of light stepping forth from a mythical world, unleashing astonishing energy fluctuations as flames surged a hundred meters into the sky. At that moment, the ground melted, and lava surged, forming crimson waves that rolled up over ten meters high before crashing forward. This was his near-supernatural ability: controlling fire, which contained a trace of Solar Fire Essence, making it incredibly terrifying and capable of incinerating even kings.

"So strong?" many exclaimed in both the Eastern and Western camps. Two oxen, watching from a distance, also showed a hint of surprise. They had originally intended to intervene, but Chu Feng had beaten them to it, leaving them to observe for now.

Chu Feng remained completely fearless. He punched through the lava waves with his fist print and charged forward, instantly turning the area into a raging inferno of divine fire. *Bang, bang, bang!* In continuous clashes, Chu Feng shattered the area. The ground lava surged like a raging sea, its turbulence growing more violent as dozens, even hundreds, of crimson waves crashed forward.

House's eyes were intimidating. He simply refused to believe he couldn't burn his opponent to death. Like a god of fire, he was propelled high into the air by the lava waves, standing atop the crimson surges tens of meters up. From there, he looked down and continuously bombarded the ground. The king-level combatant unleashed his energy in an unbridled explosion, sweeping downwards.

Chu Feng activated a special breathing technique, his body covered in a crystalline sheen, as he bathed in the flames infused with Solar Fire Essence. Fearless of the surging lava, he swiftly charged forward, intent on ending the battle without further delay. He punched through the lava, scattering the fiery light, then soared into the air, closing in on House.

In the distance, intelligence personnel and journalists from various countries were already wide-eyed and petrified. Such a battle horrified them; it felt utterly unreal. It was important to note that the area had originally been solid ground, without any volcanoes. Yet now, the battlefield was overwhelmingly a sea of rolling, crimson lava—a terrifying sight akin to an apocalyptic landscape. Meanwhile, in the outside world, those watching the live broadcast were equally terrified; it was like a battle from ancient mythology come to life.

"Why do I feel that person resembles Chu Feng?" many outside exclaimed in shock, recognizing the familiar figure. Could a dead man have returned to life? Many were unsure, for although the battle was being broadcast live, the camera's distant vantage point made it impossible to see clearly. Furthermore, the young Eastern man possessed long, crystalline hair that reached his waist and glowed, which didn't align with the Chu Feng they knew. How could he have grown such long hair in such a short time? More importantly, from the distant camera, his face appeared somewhat blurry.

Lava surged, melting vast swathes of the battlefield into a crimson expanse, as if hell had broken open and a sea of fire engulfed the earth. Chu Feng rushed in, ended the battle, knocked House down with a single punch, and then dragged him away. He felt he had suppressed his strength and extended the fight long enough; it was time to finish.

In the Eastern camp, even the kings were stunned. "Again?" they thought. Watching Chu Feng's fervent gaze, they all found it incredibly strange, wanting to laugh but unable to. "Stop him!" In the Western camp, a group of enraged kings shouted from behind, some releasing dazzling beams of light to attack, but it was already too late.

At that moment, Chu Feng's eyes burned with eagerness as he sprinted away. He could finally resolve the nagging hunger that plagued him; he planned to return and feast. Though restrained, House was still alive, and a chill ran down his spine. Seeing Chu Feng's excited expression from such close proximity unnerved him greatly.

"You pervert, just kill me!" House cried, genuinely terrified."They're fresher alive!" Chu Feng replied."You pervert!" House shrieked in despair.

People from the Western camp shouted in fury, and some gave chase, hoping to rescue him, but it was already too late. The two oxen brought up the rear, then retreated as well.

Not long after, flames rose from the Kunlun Mountains as Chu Feng prepared a barbecue. This time, the Snow Leopard King and others joined in the fun, helping out, chatting, and laughing. It was a striking scene: smoke and fire rising behind the battlefield.

"Ah, so you really intend to eat me, not some…!" House shrieked. He realized he had wildly overthought things earlier, believing he had merely encountered a pervert. Yet this outcome was equally tragic, and he refused to accept it.

Chu Feng punched him unconscious. He felt a slight aversion, as the beast king was currently in human form, and even knowing it would eventually revert to its true shape, he still found it a bit unappetizing.

"It's a... rat?!" When House reverted to his true form, Chu Feng was dumbfounded, somewhat speechless. The others were equally wide-eyed, staring in stunned silence. It was a rat the size of an elephant—enormous, covered in long brown fur, with whiskers several meters long, and a corpulent, robust body.

"A rat? I really can't bring myself to eat that!" Chu Feng muttered, sucking his teeth. Even a snake would have been acceptable, but rat meat truly repulsed him. If he could manage to eat it, he'd have to be a pervert.

"Treat him as a captive and detain him for now." The other king-level creatures were equally speechless, finding the prey utterly inedible and respectfully declining.

"Release House!" "Easterners, do you dare to fight me?!" someone challenged from the battlefield. A Western king hovered in the air, flapping its wings and exuding a powerful aura. It was a king-level bird. Before anyone could react, Chu Feng's physical body broke the sound barrier. He instantly plunged into the battlefield, disregarding everything else, and engaged the bird king in combat. His left hand unleashed electric arcs, decisive and domineering. Without wasting a moment, he electrocuted the bird king down in just a few moves, hoisted it over his shoulder, and ran.

"Kill him!" This time, the Black Dragon King was enraged. The young man had repeatedly disrupted their plans, treating the Western camp as insignificant, wantonly killing and capturing their masters. He had to be taught a lesson. Schiller's gaze was even colder as he stared at Chu Feng, his mind turbulent with myriad thoughts and endless suspicions. No one had expected Schiller to personally intervene against Chu Feng. He unleashed a sacred beam of light that streaked across the sky like a sun, tracing a brilliant trajectory as it shot forward.

"You're going too far! Are you trying to interfere with a fair duel?" the Old Ape rebuked, making his move instantly. As he raised his hand, his palm glowed with a dazzling, surging divine light, dispelling Schiller's sacred beam from a great distance.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng returned without incident and proceeded to roast the bird king. "A sparrow?!" people exclaimed in surprise. However, this sparrow was enormous. Influenced by Chu Feng, a group of powerful individuals gathered to barbecue it together. The enticing aroma filled the air, and soon, they began to feast. This scene left people speechless; even many within the Kunlun Mountain camp exchanged bewildered glances. To say nothing of the Western camp, where many glared with murderous intent, wishing they could immediately charge forward. It was truly outrageous! This was a battlefield, yet the scent of roasted meat wafted from the opposing side.

"Finally, the lingering effects are gone; the hunger has vanished," Chu Feng said, letting out a long breath of satisfaction. He noticed the atmosphere here had shifted somewhat. Influenced by him, a crowd had gathered, all enjoying the king-level delicacy.

"Chu Feng, do you dare to fight me? I can kill you with one hand!" A man emerged from the battlefield, his voice thundering. When his aura erupted, he was terrifyingly powerful; the ground trembled, and his entire being radiated monstrous draconic energy. Red Scale made his appearance. He was a Western dragon who had already broken the fifth shackle, his power astounding the world! Previously, before Chu Feng had even journeyed to the Western Vatican, Red Scale already harbored animosity towards him, expressing disdain and claiming he could teach a king of Chu Feng's caliber "how to behave" in minutes if he dared to visit the Vatican. Clearly, an old grudge existed between them.

After eating his fill, Chu Feng tossed aside the sparrow's wing bone, stood up, and stared at his opponent. The Old Ape spoke: "Don't hold back. Our battle with Schiller, the Old Lion, and the others is about to begin. Go kill that Western dragon and crush their arrogant spirit!"

"Good!" Chu Feng nodded, striding out beyond Kunlun Mountain. He had always wanted to confront this dragon, and now, even if he wanted to keep a low profile, he couldn't! Because the final decisive battle had begun! He wasn't worried; with the Old Ape and the others present, looking confident, they likely had contingency plans.

At this moment, Schiller, seething with murderous intent, warned Red Scale to absolutely take down Chu Feng, for he harbored too many doubts and too much rage. In the distance, intelligence personnel and journalists from various countries were shocked. They had heard it clearly: was that really Chu Feng? Startled, they could finally confirm that the man was not dead! Simultaneously, viewers watching the live broadcast gasped in astonishment—it truly was Chu Feng, still alive and participating in the great battle on Kunlun Mountain! The outside world was thrown into turmoil!