Chapter 192: Slaying Dragon Technique

Chilin was tall and well-built, with fiery red long hair that had a crystalline luster. He could be called handsome, possessing a typical Western face with fair skin, slightly sunken eyes, and a high nose bridge.

Dressed in shining armor, he stood like a javelin impaled on the battlefield. His imposing figure was awe-inspiring, his eyes gleaming with divine light as he scanned the Eastern camp.

"Be careful," Old Ape reminded Chu Feng from behind. "He seems to have activated his bloodline inheritance and mastered the Western Dragon race's breathing technique."

Chu Feng nodded, his waist-length hair flowing with brilliant luster as he walked into the battlefield. His steps were steady, his body seemingly forged from divine metal, emitting faint immortal radiance, and his vigorous vital energy was contained within him.

Chilin remained motionless, standing in place. He raised his right hand and pointed at Chu Feng, saying, "You really dare to come here to die!"

His words were full of arrogance, his expression utterly nonchalant. He sneered at Chu Feng, cold and ostentatious, clearly not regarding him as a true opponent in a fight to the death.

A clamor arose from the Eastern camp; the two oxen and many king-level experts were indignant. That Western dragon was far too conceited!

Chu Feng didn't speak, just stared at him. Was his true form a dragon? After the world's awakening, a partial ancient dragon bloodline within him had allowed him to evolve from a fire lizard into a Western dragon.

"I haven't hunted a dragon yet," Chu Feng said unhurriedly as he entered the battlefield.

Chilin's red hair was incredibly lustrous. In fact, his entire body was glowing, enveloped in a reddish aura. Within him pulsed a vigorous life force; his pure dragon blood emitted energy fluctuations that intimidated all other kings.

As his eyes opened and closed, lightning-like beams of light shot out. A faint sneer played on his lips as he said, "You are truly foolish, not knowing your place!"

At this moment, he finally moved, approaching step by step. His body radiated terrifying crimson vital energy, causing the entire battlefield to tremble slightly.

This was a dragon taking steps. Originally a behemoth, he had merely transformed into human form!

"Even the Golden Lion, when he was alive, dared not disrespect me. How dare you act so brazenly in front of me?!" Chilin spoke calmly as he approached.

He was extremely domineering, looking at Chu Feng with a scrutinizing, unrestrained gaze, his face full of disdain, clearly not believing Chu Feng was worthy of being compared to him.

In the Western camp, some king-level experts laughed heartily, nodding in agreement.

"Brother Chilin, as a member of the Dragon race, should indeed possess such invincible confidence and dominance," they declared. "Crush that so-called Devil King Chu and make him understand the immense gap between them!"

In the Eastern camp, many people showed anger. Even those who had no particular connection with Chu Feng now unequivocally stood on his side.

Not to mention them, even those watching the live broadcast from outside were quite indignant. That so-called Western dragon was far too arrogant and overbearing.

Especially the people from the East, who were already delighted to learn that Chu Feng was not dead. But upon witnessing this scene, their smiles vanished, replaced by indignation and a simmering fury.

"You look good," Chu Feng said, nodding. His gaze was strange, as if he were appraising prey.

As expected, he added, "I like prey like you!"

Chilin wasn't angered; he remained calm, though his expression was slightly cold. He looked at Chu Feng almost disdainfully and said, "Before you even appeared in the Vatican, I stated that once I met you, I would teach you how to be a proper person in minutes. That promise still stands."

This was a display of arrogance, even haughtiness. He utterly failed to regard Chu Feng as an equal opponent. A ruthless expression appeared on his face as he declared, "Remember, I am here to kill you, not to engage in a 'duel,' because you don't have the qualifications for that!"

Such a tone was overly domineering. Anyone who was his enemy would feel uncomfortable hearing it, and a flame of anger would ignite in their heart.

Chu Feng was no exception. This Western dragon was too brazen. Even if Chilin was powerful, did he really believe himself invincible under heaven?

However, in the Western camp, those present considered it perfectly natural. Chilin possessed the capital and confidence to act this way.

Many believed that in a battle of the same rank, Chilin should be even more formidable than the Golden Lion. After all, he possessed the bloodline of an ancient dragon!

Chu Feng's gaze turned cold. "Today, let me be the one to teach you how to be a proper person," he said. "Otherwise, even if you transform into human form, you're still just a giant lizard with temporarily hidden scales and horns, your bestial nature still intact!"

The next moment, battle erupted.

Chilin charged like a divine rainbow. His speed was astonishing.

With a single step, he vanished from his original spot, appearing instantly before Chu Feng, his fist wreathed in a reddish aura, slamming forward!

The air exploded. His punch was terrifying and astonishing, powerful enough to shatter a mountaintop. Other experts who had broken four or five shackles would certainly be unable to withstand it if they stood here; they would be blasted apart with a single punch, turning into a bloody mist.

Chilin attacked with lightning speed and ferocity, aiming to instantly kill Chu Feng and establish his prestige on this battlefield where Eastern and Western camps confronted each other. He sought to declare through ruthless means that he was unrivaled among those of his rank!

Chu Feng didn't dodge at all. His right fist glowed with crystal clarity as he unleashed the Great Strength Ox Demon Fist, slamming it forward, meeting the attack head-on. He also broke the sound barrier, causing the air to roar!

The area was as if countless bolts of lightning were striking, deafening!

The people in the Eastern camp were extremely nervous, fearing Chu Feng couldn't withstand that punch. After all, that Western dragon was too powerful.

As for the Western camp, they were smiling and very relaxed. They simply didn't believe Chu Feng could contend with Chilin because the two were not on the same level.

Of course, figures like Schiller were an exception; he harbored doubts, and his gaze was cold.

Old Ape, the abbot of Dalei Temple, had long been watching him. As long as he dared to make a move, Old Ape would also strike immediately, engaging him in a major confrontation.

Boom!

Throughout the heavens and earth, thunder exploded. The entire battlefield violently shook as if a magnitude 12 earthquake had struck. Light erupted around the two figures, and terrifying beams of light shot out in all directions.

Their fists were like two blazing suns. Brilliant divine light erupted from them and scattered in all directions, thousands of terrifying light beams shooting out, so blinding that people couldn't open their eyes.

Their long hair whipped backward, dancing wildly, agitated by the astonishing force. Their fists pressed together, unleashing terrifying physical potential, and the deafening thunder never ceased.

How could this be?!

The people in the Western camp trembled. Chilin's fierce and domineering punch, from someone with dragon blood, had actually been blocked by Chu Feng, and in a head-on confrontation!

Everyone was puzzled, their eyes wide and somewhat disbelieving.

Earlier, they had been very relaxed, but their smiles now froze on their faces.

Boom!

The ground cracked open, and earth and stones surged like massive waves, affecting a very wide area. Tens of tons of earth and rocks were flung into the air, all caused by the power unleashed from their fists.

Both recoiled and then launched even more terrifying attacks.

Amidst the dazzling light, two figures fought intensely, moving rapidly. People couldn't see clearly because the area was filled with blazing light, engulfing both of them.

Only their outlines could be seen as they continuously exchanged blows. When their fists and palms met, it was like lightning intertwining, unleashing dazzling brilliance.

This was like a battle of gods!

Such power was incomprehensible to ordinary people. Every clash was enough to crack the earth and split mountaintops, and their speed was immense.

Chilin roared. His unparalleled power and potent offense had actually been blocked, and he hadn't been able to instantly kill this enemy he disdained. Anger surged within him.

"Dragon-Tiger Struggle!" Chu Feng growled, unleashing this ultimate move from Xingyi Quan. One could clearly see a true Eastern dragon and a fierce tiger simultaneously manifesting between his hands, diving towards Chilin.

This was Chu Feng's physical combat technique, where the energy contained within his body took form. The lifelike dragon and tiger vied with each other, emitting an aura of supreme power, their roars and growls reverberating throughout the heavens and earth.

Chilin was sent flying by the entangled dragon and tiger, his steps staggering. He violently tossed his red hair, his pupils turned icy, and his entire body erupted with dazzling crimson light.

Accompanied by a dragon's roar, his aura surged dramatically. Earth and stones around him cracked open, forming a terrifying domain.

Eventually, many millstone-sized stones rose from the ground and floated around him. His body exuded extremely intimidating vital energy fluctuations.

Two beams of light pulsed in and out of his mouth and nose, his breathing rhythm changing in a terrifying manner. This was an ancient inheritance obtained after activating his dragon bloodline, an extremely powerful breathing technique.

Whether from the Western or Eastern camps, numerous king-level experts felt their hearts pound with fear, sensing his absolute might. This was an extremely formidable dragon expert.

At this moment, Chilin was incredibly dangerous. Even his pupils were emitting crimson light as he covered hundreds of meters in a single step, appearing right before Chu Feng and swinging his fist towards him.

Boom!

His fist, carrying crimson divine light, was like lightning, containing power that no expert of this level could contend with. Even if the Golden Lion were here, he would suffer a bitter defeat.

The ground and other objects not even touched by his fist completely disintegrated as if struck by a meteor. The earth was collapsing, terrifyingly.

Chu Feng was fearless. He had already activated his own breathing technique; white mist pulsed in and out of his mouth and nose, and his physical body became translucent and crystalline, as if polished from divine metal.

Even his hair was glowing, his entire body resplendent. Terrifying flames of light shot from his eyes. At this moment, the dormant potential within him was fully unleashed, and his strength and speed surged.

"I'll kill you!"

Chilin roared, his entire being glowing as if enveloped by the sun. He charged forward with immense power, ready to engage Chu Feng in a final, peak confrontation.

Chu Feng was completely unafraid. With his breathing technique combined with his most proficient Ox Demon Fist, his entire being blazed to the extreme, as if burning, covered in divine radiance.

The two clashed again, like lightning striking lightning, or primeval mountains colliding. The terrifying explosions there shook the bodies of many king-level beings, nearly making them tremble.

Boom!

Chilin exerted all his strength, carrying blazing light tens to hundreds of meters high, as he thrust forward, aiming to end the battle with one punch, shattering Chu Feng.

The void trembled, the earth collapsed, and deep, abyss-like pits appeared. The two traversed hundreds of meters and then collided.

Blood splattered, light dazzled, and a figure flew sideways, crashing onto the ground three hundred meters away, covered in blood.

"How is this possible!?"

The people in the Western camp were shocked, because it was Chilin, not Chu Feng.

In the battlefield, Chu Feng's long hair fell loosely, each strand shimmering, his entire body brilliant and translucent, as if carrying faint wisps of immortal energy. Apart from his tattered clothes, his physical body was flawless, without a single scratch.

He looked down at Chilin and said coldly, "So-called dragons are nothing more than this!"