Chapter 272: Golden Body Arhat Paper

Zhang Yuanhang's face turned ashen. He stumbled backward, saying, "Brother Chu Feng, let's talk this over. Don't be impulsive."

Zhang Cheng's death right before his eyes had truly terrified him, chilling him to the bone and making his body tremble.

Ordinarily, a single word from him could decide someone's fate, but his subordinates always carried out his orders. He himself had never witnessed bloodshed. Now, with his own nephew dying in front of him, his scalp prickled with horror.

"My patience is limited, and time is running out. Are you still going to contact a powerful figure to suppress me?" Chu Feng said calmly, his tone nonchalant.

Zhang Yuanhang, usually composed and dignified in his Tang suit, was now flustered. He fumbled frantically for his communicator.

His nephew had just been directly killed by that demon king for being too slow. He didn't want to die.

Zhang Yuanhang's fingers trembled as he scrolled through his contacts, his face bloodless, his lips white. He wanted to contact the Master of Jade Void Palace to save him.

He had heard many rumors about Chu Feng: how he slayed foreign king-level beings as easily as weeding, incredibly fierce, and how ordinary kings couldn't stop him.

"So you're still defiant, looking for someone to suppress me?" Chu Feng's lips curled into a faint, indifferent smile. He glanced over and saw that Zhang Yuanhang had found a person named "Yuan" in his contacts.

Zhang Yuanhang regretted it. He had overstepped his bounds; he truly shouldn't have provoked this person.

He had thought that he'd successfully suppressed Chu Feng last time and completely resolved the problem. How could he have known that after only three days, this demon king would directly come to his home, chilling him to the bone?

"You're still too slow!" Chu Feng said. A flying sword, as brilliant as red agate, appeared.

The crimson flying sword spun, severing his head.

"I really shouldn't have provoked this person!"

Filled with immense regret and fear, Zhang Yuanhang died.

As a high-ranking member of the Primordial Alliance, someone whose word could decide others' lives or deaths, how could he have imagined that one day he would be so weak, contemptuously obliterated by another?

Other members of the Zhang family were present, now utterly enraged. Some roared, vowing to perish with Chu Feng.

"Be careful, the Zhang family is ruthless. They have all sorts of powerful weapons here," the Black Ox warned.

This villa area contained laser weapons, rocket launchers, and more—it was practically an arsenal, an astonishing sight.

However, the Zhang family members had no time to use them. The Black Ox, Donkey King, Northeastern Tiger, and others were already there, moving like lightning, dismantling all their strongholds.

"Chu Feng, are you going to exterminate us all?!" an old voice echoed. The Zhang family actually had a king-level expert.

A silver-haired old man, radiating a powerful aura, emerged. He was a mighty figure who had broken five shackles, and currently the highest-tier combatant in the Primordial Alliance.

In fact, this was kept secret from the outside world; few knew that such an old man existed with power at this level.

This was Zhang Yuanhang's father, who had obtained an opportunity to become an anomaly twenty-one years ago.

"I have no grudge with your Zhang family, yet you were determined to take my life. This wouldn't have anything to do with you, would it?" Chu Feng asked.

"The breathing technique you possess tempts even peerless masters, let alone others. And I am by no means the last person to covet that technique."

Silver beams shot from the old man's eyes. Even facing a crisis, his aura remained strong, but he admitted that sending people to hunt Chu Feng had been a miscalculation.

The silver-haired old man wanted to negotiate with Chu Feng. If Chu Feng spared them, the Primordial Alliance would then fully support him.

"Snow is falling on the world's famous mountains; an unprecedented change is about to arrive. With the help of our Zhang family and the Primordial Alliance, we can certainly help you conquer a famous mountain."

The silver-haired old man believed that all the famous mountains had not yet truly revived, and their future importance would be immense. Only by seizing one first could they establish themselves in the future.

He even predicted that after extraterrestrial beings descended, their first act would be to contend for the famous mountains.

"Only by holding a famous mountain can one negotiate with powerful beings from other worlds, gain more benefits, and rise up," the silver-haired old man said, his gaze burning.

"You're not in a position to bargain with me. I can acquire everything you've mentioned myself," Chu Feng said indifferently, his killing intent radiating.

"I don't want to fight a decisive battle with you. I don't want to go down that path. Don't force me," the silver-haired old man said, his face grim.

The Black Ox walked in and said, "Hand over the breathing technique, the one the Primordial Alliance gave to the Master of Jade Void Palace. We'd like to take a look."

"There is none," the silver-haired old man shook his head.

"Then what good are you? Die!" the Black Ox raged.

Chu Feng unleashed his crimson flying sword. The sword light streaked across the sky, tearing through the villa.

"Then let's all die together!"

The silver-haired old man roared furiously, like an old silver lion. He had long known how formidable this young man was and had already anticipated this outcome.

At his fingertips, there was an old, yellowed piece of paper with Buddhist symbols on it. Each stroke emitted dazzling light, like tadpole-shaped script swimming on the withered paper.

He desperately tried to activate it, pouring all his essence, energy, and spirit into it, intending to perish with them.

Chu Feng didn't understand the paper's power, but he wouldn't allow him to activate it. The flying sword, swift as lightning, appeared nearby, aiming to sever his arm.

The silver-haired old man shifted his body horizontally, dodging the attack. He was confident he could activate the Buddhist paper, but he wasn't sure if it could truly kill Chu Feng.

A spurt of blood erupted from his shoulder. He grunted, stumbling backward, his arm hanging limply.

At the window behind him, the Yellow Ox revealed his young face. He had activated a chopstick-length silver spear, severing the old man's collarbone to prevent him from channeling energy into the yellow paper.

Back in Shuntian, the Pre-Qin Research Institute, to appease Chu Feng's wrath, had given him this silver spear and a jade block containing the Flood Dragon Demon Fist.

Chu Feng already had his flying sword, so he had given the silver spear to the Yellow Ox.

With a flash of sword light, Chu Feng decapitated the old man with a single strike. His figure blurred as he snatched the old paper. Once no longer infused with energy, it slowly dimmed.

"What a waste of treasure; he didn't even know how to use it," the Yellow Ox jumped in, a look of disdain on his face for the silver-haired old man.

"How utterly unwilling," the silver-haired old man died with a look of indignation.

"This is an Arhat Paper, a type of magic weapon, a single-use consumable created by ancient powerful cultivators," the Yellow Ox explained.

According to the Yellow Ox, it was like a "fuse." Once activated, it would ignite, drawing in the ambient energy of heaven and earth, causing it to violently collide and produce a terrifying explosion.

Now that they had forcefully interrupted its activation, this talisman paper could still be used.

The Yellow Ox held it, examining it carefully before saying, "This must have been made by a Golden Body Arhat among cultivators. There's a mark here. Its power is considerable; if fully unleashed, it should be able to harm beings who have broken six shackles."

Chu Feng, the Northeastern Tiger, and the Donkey King were all astonished. Just an old, consumable piece of paper could harm a top-tier king?

"The lineage of Golden Body Arhats among cultivators is no simple matter; they are incredibly strong. Even a rudimentary item made by them can be lethal to beings in the Shackle realm," the Yellow Ox explained.

The Yellow Ox said this while observing the strange symbols on the yellow paper. Unfortunately, they were all Buddhist scriptures, which he couldn't decipher.

"It's a pity it's not the work of a Bodhisattva-level cultivator; otherwise, it would be even more formidable. Even a casually made, simple item from them would be terrifying."

Chu Feng and the others were moved by this, feeling a sense of longing.

"What exactly is a Bodhisattva-level cultivator?" the Northeastern Tiger asked.

"Don't think too much about it for now," the Yellow Ox replied. "It's already difficult for current Earth beings to surpass the Shackle realm. It won't be too late to consider those things once we find an opportunity here to become saints or ancestors."

Next, Chu Feng used hypnosis. After gleaning enough useful information from the living, he unleashed his flying sword, swiftly killing over a dozen men present.

They were all direct descendants of the Zhang family, with justifiable reasons for their deaths, such as those who had schemed to eliminate Chu Feng, and others who had secretly colluded with foreign kings.

However, he did not indiscriminately kill innocents. There were many women and children present, whom Chu Feng couldn't bring himself to harm. With a wave of his hand, they all fainted.

The Zhang family's underground treasury was opened. The Yellow Ox sifted through its contents and was pleasantly surprised to find three more Golden Body Arhat Papers. Although these were the simplest items made by ancient powerful cultivators, they were very practical!

"Haha..." The Yellow Ox was very happy, his delicate little face brimming with smiles.

Unfortunately, they didn't find any breathing techniques or boxing manuals.

"Let's go, to the Primordial Alliance's headquarters!" Chu Feng declared.

Because, when he had hypnotized the Zhang family members, he had learned that the Primordial Alliance's main treasury was located underground in their building in Hangzhou—that was the most important place.

The Zhang family was a significant member of the Primordial Alliance, wielding great influence, but they couldn't fully represent the organization.

Their speed was incredible; they arrived in moments, directly charging into the sealed underground treasury, which housed the Primordial Alliance's most crucial collections.

The security here was formidable, but everything crumbled before peerless masters. Even multi-meter-thick alloy walls were torn apart by Chu Feng's fists and flying sword.

As for self-destruct mechanisms and the like, they were dealt with in advance.

The warehouse was filled with a dazzling array of strange items, including even half a flying saucer, which the Primordial Alliance had unearthed from a certain ruin.

The Yellow Ox searched along, frowning, as he did find some artifacts left by ancient cultivators, but unfortunately, they were all fragmented and unusable.

"No boxing manuals!" they said, disappointed.

"It's fine. Later, I'll teach you Xingyi Quan; it contains a set of breathing techniques," Chu Feng reassured the two oxen.

Finally, the Yellow Ox's eyes lit up. He discovered a dull, unremarkable monk's staff. However, when activated, it radiated Buddhist light and a sacred aura—it was an extraordinary magic weapon.

"This trip wasn't in vain; this is a good find!" The Yellow Ox's pretty little face was full of smiles.

They speculated that the Primordial Alliance must have once excavated a Buddhist ruin to possess such a collection.

Ultimately, this monk's staff was given to the Black Ox, making him beam with delight.

Liu Ziheng decapitated, the key members of the Zhang family all obliterated, and the Primordial Alliance's treasury excavated—this was destined to shock the world.

The main group wasted no time. They departed directly from Hangzhou, riding on the back of the Golden Condor King, heading towards the Extraterrestrial Civilization Institute. According to them, they wanted to keep up the good work, make another big move, and scare the major conglomerates stiff!