Chapter 194: East-West Great Battle

Jiang Luoshen was indeed watching the live broadcast. Given the global attention on such a major event, there was no way she wouldn't be interested.

Although the live broadcast's vantage point was far from the battlefield, making the footage unclear, she could still recognize the person as Chu Feng.

A strange expression crossed her face. Everyone believed Chu Feng was dead, yet he had suddenly reappeared, so brazen and domineering, even declaring his intention to slay a dragon there!

Jiang Luoshen knew that many people would likely be unable to remain still.

As she had suspected, several major Eastern financial conglomerates were profoundly shaken. They had previously overestimated Chu Feng, only to realize they had still underestimated him.

How much time had passed? He was already capable of fighting and defeating super kings!

Apart from peerless masters like the Peacock King, Schiller, and the Old Lion—those who had broken six shackles—how many others in the world could suppress him? He had now become a true super king.

Someone from Bodhi Gene came to see Jiang Luoshen; it was one of her uncles, who was very direct.

"Luoshen, what exactly is your relationship with Chu Feng, and what do you think of him?"

A dark line appeared on Jiang Luoshen's forehead as she glared at her uncle, finding his question far too blunt.

In Jinling, within a Lin family villa belonging to Heavenly God Biotech.

Xu Wanyi stared at the screen, her face pale. Since seeing that person again on the live broadcast, her recent good mood had completely vanished.

"How is he still alive?" Her mood plummeted. That person was growing increasingly powerful, and if he came to settle accounts with her, even the Lin family would struggle to protect her.

In Shuntian, at an entertainment club, a group of young extraordinary beings gathered, watching the live broadcast on a large screen.

"My god, he's really alive!" Xiong Kun exclaimed, feeling incredibly uneasy and wiping cold sweat from his brow.

Fortunately, his grandfather, the Black Bear King, had warned him in advance this time. Otherwise, he would have caused another major disaster. If he had indeed cursed Demon King Chu again, wouldn't that individual skin him alive upon his return?

Hu Sheng muttered to himself, clearly shaken. He had been so scared, realizing he had almost made a critical misjudgment this time.

"How could he have survived? Wasn't he dead?" someone from the Peacock Clan asked coldly, filled with rage.

The Cyan Wolf Clan and Golden Eagle Clan felt the same way. They had all celebrated his supposed demise together; how could they have anticipated Demon King Chu's vibrant reappearance?

What's more, he was slaying a dragon there, openly displaying immense power, which greatly unsettled many extraordinary beings who held grudges against Chu Feng.

"No matter, he won't survive. The battle at Kunlun Mountain won't be simple. The Eastern Expeditionary Army possesses powerful trump cards, and they might just conquer the area and kill him!"

A faction of extraordinary beings, who were at odds with Chu Feng, desperately wished he would fall in battle at Kunlun Mountain.

Compared to their private discussions, public discourse was far more widespread, having already reached a fever pitch.

"God Chu is actually alive! Haha, this is wonderful! I knew he wouldn't die prematurely. To return so powerfully and establish such a formidable reputation in Kunlun Mountain!"

"What a surprise, Chu Feng is alive! He actually slayed a Western dragon; this is… like something out of a myth!"

The outside world was in an uproar, and the internet seemed to explode. Everyone who watched the live broadcast was both shocked and thrilled, passionately discussing the event.

Everyone had believed he was buried in the West, ambushed and killed in the Vatican. Yet, he had returned unharmed and was now confronting the Eastern Expeditionary Army, accomplishing the magnificent feat of dragon slaying.

Chu Feng already had immense popularity, and his resurrection naturally caused a massive sensation, leading to a near-universal discussion.

"Why do I feel something is off? Given his character, he would never allow the Vatican to slander him. Yet, he's been silent recently, which is completely uncharacteristic."

"It's certainly suspicious; given his temperament, he would never quietly swallow such humiliation. It's not normal!"

"The West has been very restless lately. Oh God... I hope I'm wrong!"

The outside world simply could not calm down.

Not only ordinary people, but also major financial conglomerates were monitoring Chu Feng, with some even assigning specialists to analyze him. A few individuals began to sense something unsettling.

Within several large financial conglomerates, research and analysis led to the speculation of part of the truth.

A significant number of people strongly suspected that recent events in the West were connected to Chu Feng!

If this were proven true, it would unleash a monumental wave of shock, an unprecedented upheaval that would astound the world!

At Kunlun Mountain, the atmosphere on the battlefield was tense.

Peerless masters were locked in a standoff. While no actual fighting had begun, the palpable, terrifying aura emanating from them subjected everyone to immense pressure!

However, a different atmosphere prevailed behind the battlefield. Chu Feng had dragged back a Western dragon, causing a stir, and a large crowd immediately surrounded him.

"Brother, are we boiling this one or roasting it?"

The kings were unreserved with one another, having grown quite familiar. Not long ago, they had been barbecuing the Sparrow King together; it was a bond forged through shared meals.

The main reason was that these individuals had already completed their battles, effectively finishing their temporary assignments, leaving them relaxed and free of psychological burdens. Thus, they came to enjoy food and drink provided by Chu Feng.

"Pan-fry, stir-fry, stew, deep-fry—we'll have it all! This is dragon meat, so naturally, we're having a grand feast!" Chu Feng chuckled heartily.

At that moment, a king-level powerhouse even ordered people to fetch fine wine from the mountains. This was clearly going to be a grand banquet.

"Hold on, don't rush to eat yet. We're going to slay some enemies too, and we'll return to celebrate with you once our mission is complete." The Great Black Ox exclaimed, dashing towards the battlefield to issue a challenge.

Simultaneously, the Yellow Ox followed suit.

Both were incredibly powerful; one had broken five shackles, and the other had once taught Chu Feng his breathing technique. Aside from individuals like Schiller and the Black Dragon King, they were practically invincible.

As expected, the Great Black Ox went berserk on the battlefield, pushing his physical boxing techniques to their absolute limit, utterly devastating an opponent of equal rank!

"Did that old ox drink phoenix blood? He's incredibly fierce!"

"Truly the Ox Demon King, utterly domineering!"

Many on the Kunlun Mountain side cheered, then watched as the Great Black Ox retrieved his large sunglasses, put them back on, smoothed his slicked-back hair, and swaggered back.

His overly relaxed demeanor infuriated and angered the Western faction.

When the Yellow Ox entered the fray, his actions were swift and decisive. He killed a powerful king in just two moves, shocking everyone present. No one had anticipated that this king, who had transformed into a small boy, would be so terrifying!

Only Chu Feng truly understood the Yellow Ox's full power. Without extraordinary abilities, how could he have arrived in this world so early?

In front of Kunlun Mountain, a tempting aroma wafted through the air. The dragon meat feast, prepared through frying, deep-frying, and stewing, was nearly ready, and the enticing scent of wine also drifted forth.

This greatly motivated others in the Eastern faction; none could resist the urge to come and have a drink.

"No, I must also defeat an opponent, finish my task early, and return for the victory celebration!" a king-level powerhouse growled.

No one had expected that a group of eccentric individuals barbecuing dragon meat behind the lines would actually ignite the fighting spirit of others, leading to a significant boost in morale.

As for the Western faction, many of their powerhouses were utterly enraged.

A Western dragon was actually roasted by that group of people, destined for a dragon meat feast. How could the Eastern Expeditionary Army possibly endure such an insult?!

The thought that someone had once created a "Gourmet Ranking" and that this act would now fulfill that prophecy was particularly galling, causing deep humiliation among the Western faction.

"Roar!"

The Black Dragon King let out a roar, his dragon's cry shaking the heavens. The roasted creature was a member of the dragon race, of the same lineage as him, which naturally filled him with fury.

However, he ultimately chose not to act, opting for forbearance.

"Have they arrived? Will they honor their promise and make their move?" the Black Dragon King whispered. They were awaiting powerful reinforcements; having dared to launch an Eastern expedition, they were naturally well-prepared.

In addition to their handful of peerless masters, they had secretly invited invincible beings who had broken six shackles to participate in the decisive battle for the division of Kunlun!

"It should be fine. I sense some have arrived, quite close by," the Old Vampire King said. As a creature that fed on blood, he was most sensitive to the blood essence of peerless powerhouses.

"Let them revel for now; in the end, it will be for naught, and everyone will die!" The Black Dragon King's eyes were cold.

In this battle, they intended to level Kunlun. Anyone who dared to obstruct them would be killed; even masters like the Mastiff King and the Old Ape, who had broken six shackles, were on their kill list!

Schiller also smiled. They aimed to decide the conflict in a single battle, annihilating the kings of Kunlun Mountain. They would rise in the land of ten thousand gods and seek the opportunity for godhood!

"I once made an agreement for them to restrain the Eastern peerless masters in the Conferred Zenith Land. Even the Lord of Biyou Palace, who had already reached Kunlun, has now returned," Schiller stated calmly.

The others nodded upon hearing this, convinced that the overall situation was decided!

Their opponents' strength had been reduced, while they still had additional reinforcements. With such a disparity, how could they not emerge victorious?

"Hehe..." They all chuckled.

This time, for this Eastern expedition, they were fully prepared, aiming to defeat the enemy in a single decisive battle!

In fact, every peerless master in the East who might have participated in the war had been meticulously studied, and methods had been employed to restrict them, preventing their departure.

The great battle's late start wasn't due to slow travel. In fact, some of them had already taken action, stealthily infiltrating Eastern territories, concealing their identities, posing as mysterious powerhouses, and secretly making moves to prevent several Eastern peerless masters from leaving their domains.

In front of Kunlun Mountain, Chu Feng and the others ate to their hearts' content. A dragon had been divided among them, its translucent meat emitting a brilliant, lustrous glow and tasting exceptionally delicious.

Furthermore, the dragon meat contained abundant energy, offering them significant benefits.

Both the boiled dragon meat and the golden-roasted dragon meat were visibly radiating a shimmering glow, truly a potent tonic.

Chu Feng's appetite was exceptional; he ate voraciously, even out-eating the Great Black Ox.

He was in high spirits because he had acquired a dragon tendon, which glowed crimson and shimmered brightly. His Great Thunder Sound Bow could finally be enhanced in power.

He believed that with this dragon tendon as its string, the bow would be capable of felling king-level creatures!

Otherwise, the bow had been largely unused recently due to its limited effectiveness against king-level creatures.

A man of action, he enlisted the help of several king-level powerhouses to replace the bowstring. He took the most potent section of the dragon tendon and bound it to the bow, immediately unleashing bursts of crimson radiance.

"This bow is extraordinary; it could likely fell king-level creatures," someone exclaimed.

Chu Feng smiled and began to polish dragon teeth and horns, enlisting the kings to help him craft them into arrowheads.

Everyone present was alarmed; these arrows were terrifying, capable of severely wounding a king-level powerhouse with a single shot!

"Roar!"

A long time later, a beast's roar thundered from afar, chilling many king-level creatures. A colossal, snow-white creature, utterly terrifying, came charging.

It burst forth from Kunlun Mountain, covered in blood. Each leap carried it from one peak to another, a display of unparalleled ferocity. It was the Arctic King.

At that moment, it revealed its true form: a colossal white bear, as tall as a small mountain.

It had been defeated and severely wounded, bearing several terrifying, bone-deep injuries as it fled all the way back.

Behind it, the Mastiff King, still in the form of a middle-aged man, was in hot pursuit, his body stained with bear blood.

Ultimately, the Arctic King escaped back to the Western faction, reassumed his human form, and gasped for breath. His chest and abdomen were almost completely torn open, bleeding profusely.

"How are you?" the Black Dragon King and the others asked, alarmed.

"He's very strong, but I'm fine; I just need some rest," the Arctic King whispered. His chest and abdomen were glowing, and his wounds were slowly healing.

"I sense that our invited guests have arrived and can now make their move." Schiller offered a faint smile, his gaze growing increasingly intimidating and intensely cold.

"The decisive moment has arrived! Do you dare to fight?!"

The Old Lion spoke, his pale golden vital energy surging skyward, awe-inspiring the world. He was renowned as an invincible powerhouse, considerably stronger than the Arctic King.

And he was also one of the peerless masters in this world most feared by Eastern powerhouses!

Simultaneously, the Ancient Yoga Master Fan Lin, the Old Vampire King, Schiller, the Black Dragon King, and the Arctic King advanced, standing together in a formidable line.

This put immense pressure on the Eastern faction; there were six peerless masters facing them!

"Why wouldn't we dare!" the Mastiff King declared, taking the first bold step forward.

Next, a middle-aged man with a head of golden hair emerged: the Huashan Sect Master, the Golden-winged Great Peng King.

Following him, the Old Ape from Great Lin Temple on Mount Song stepped forward, and the Tai Chi Grandmaster from Wudang also appeared!

"Only these few people? Not enough for me to kill on my own!" the Old Lion exclaimed, arrogance fully displayed, utterly confident and invincible, his body radiating golden vital energy that permeated the sky.

Schiller also laughed, quite conceitedly, stating, "As expected, I knew a few of you would show yourselves. However, there are too few who have broken six shackles. This time, we are more than enough to utterly crush you!"

"Fellow Daoists, if not now, when will you reveal yourselves?!" the Black Dragon King called out.

"Awooo..."

From afar came the roar of a fierce tiger, followed by the appearance of a massive, striped tiger. It arrived in an instant, bringing with it a fierce wind and a brutal aura of malevolence, its colossal form towering above them.

"The Siberian Tiger King!" Someone exclaimed in shock, recognizing its identity as a peerless powerhouse who had broken six shackles.

The earth trembled as a white rhinoceros approached, its horrifying, mountain-like bulk causing the ground to shake with each step.

This was the White Rhino King, invited by the Old Lion!

Many on the Kunlun Mountain side felt their hearts chill. How could they possibly fight this? The opponent was excessively well-prepared, boasting eight peerless masters, with possibly more to come.

Those in the Western faction were joyous and excited, letting out earth-shaking cheers, certain that this battle was theirs to win.

"We have no interest in boring duels. Today, we shall crush you with overwhelming and domineering strength!" Schiller roared.

"Is that so? You think you've already won?" the Mastiff King asked coldly.

"Please, fellow Daoists, reveal yourselves!" At this moment, the Old Ape, the abbot of Great Lin Temple, spoke.

Heaven and earth trembled as an old lama approached. He appeared very ancient, but the faint aura of vital energy he emanated was enough to contend with the Old Lion King, and could even suppress him!

"Who is that?" Schiller and the Black Dragon King were both astonished, as no such king appeared in their intelligence reports.

"Master!" The Horse King of Kunlun Mountain, still wounded, rushed forward to greet him.

Sword light streaked across the sky, dazzling brilliantly. Two immortal cranes spread their wings, rapidly arriving from the horizon, bringing with them endless sword energy that rent the earth!

"How did these two white cranes from the Shu Mountain Sword Palace get here? Weren't they supposed to be tied up by my diversionary tactics?" The Arctic King was horrified.

In the distance, on a mountain peak, a mountain turtle appeared, bearing the Innate Eight Trigrams Diagram on its back. It radiated divine light, and a terrifying aura permeated the area, shaking both heaven and earth. The Old Mountain Turtle, sect master of Kongtong Mountain, had arrived!

Boom!

Just then, immeasurable light burst forth in the sky as two avian kings, a peacock and a golden crow, descended with overwhelming energy fluctuations, landing on Kunlun Mountain.

In that instant, Schiller was stunned. Weren't these the "allies" who were supposed to contain the Eastern peerless masters? These two avian kings had actually reneged on their agreement!

Three figures, akin to gods or demons, appeared, walking from the ends of the earth and causing the very heavens and earth to tremble.

The three Palace Masters from Eight Sceneries Palace, Jade Void Palace, and Biyou Palace also arrived simultaneously!

Suddenly, on the Kunlun Mountain side, the auras of peerless masters surged, an overwhelming torrent!

Who would crush whom in the end? While the tiger harbored intentions to harm, man also possessed the will to subdue the tiger!