Chapter 453: Who Can Match Me

The hunters were ecstatic, ready to butcher the creature they had trapped, when suddenly they realized it was a ferocious prehistoric beast, leaping out with a terrifying aura of death. Their feelings at that moment can well be imagined.

This was precisely how the dozen or so extraterrestrial evolutionaries in the Freedom Realm felt. Just moments ago, they were vying for Chu Feng’s head, each eager to be the first to decapitate him. How could they have known that in an instant, he would transform into a mighty demon king!

It was too sudden! This turn of events was beyond anyone’s expectation, leaving the attackers stunned and incredulous. The sight of Black Tiger, Earth Demon Bear, and Red Silk torn to pieces and blood-soaked beside them proved what had just transpired, chilling them to the bone.

The crimson kasaya, vast and all-encompassing, billowed like a surging sea of blood when it moved, trapping everyone upon it, preventing their escape.

“Ah…” Chen Feng shrieked. Of the attackers, he was the only one still alive, his body torn in half, rolling on the crimson kasaya. His blood was scarlet, yet it did not stain the fabric.

To live like this was more unbearable than death. Firstly, the physical agony was excruciating, and secondly, the mental torment pushed him to the brink of collapse. The Lock Realm brat whom he had scorned and threatened to grind to dust had not only killed his brother Chen Pu but also crippled him.

At this moment, Chu Feng stood still as a rock on the kasaya, his gaze sweeping over them like cold lightning, making the “hunters”’ scalps tingle and giving them goosebumps.

The murderous aura was overwhelming! Although he remained motionless, his dangerous posture and presence sent shivers through the group.

“This is a field kasaya secretly made by the Buddhist clan; it’s restricting our powers. We must break out! We can’t let him rampage!” someone cried out, urging everyone to attack together.

The situation was dire for them. Trapped on the kasaya and stared down by a native who resembled a demon king, everyone felt their lives were in peril.

It was somewhat absurd; they were all Freedom Realm evolutionaries, yet now they were utterly passive and deeply wary of their former prey.

“Boom!” Chu Feng struck, taking the initiative. He attacked the entire group alone!

To the native Earth evolutionaries, this was sheer madness: a Lock Realm practitioner assaulting a group of Freedom Realm adversaries!

A thirty-foot-tall giant roared, expelling earthy yellow air from his pores as his energy surged. He raised a fist the size of a millstone and slammed it towards Chu Feng.

The surrounding void trembled. Breaking the sound barrier was simple for beings of this level, and with such a massive fist, the momentum was truly terrifying.

The air crackled with explosive sounds, and white mist surged up, like ethereal fog, bursting open and spreading in all directions.

This was, in fact, a normal physical phenomenon, but in ancient times, ordinary people did not understand it and regarded such white currents as immortal mist.

Thus, various legends of immortals and the like arose.

Chu Feng did not evade. His body glowed as if forged from divine glazed gold, and he charged head-on, activating the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique. His body rumbled like thunder, his fists turned a pale gold, and his brute strength surged.

Crucially, performing this breathing technique while standing on the kasaya was a perfect synergy, elevating both his mental and physical state to their absolute peak.

With a bang, the two fists collided. Though vastly unequal in size, it was the giant who grunted in pain, his face contorted, stumbling backward.

His fingers were broken, and blood flowed profusely from his fist. Chu Feng’s punch was simply too domineering; with the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique empowering him, he seemed to possess an indestructible golden body.

“All together, kill him!” shouted a pale-skinned, sinister-looking young human evolutionary. Although of the same race, he hailed from an extraterrestrial planet and felt no kinship with Earthlings, urging everyone to gang up on Chu Feng.

“Exactly, this isn’t the time for pride. Forget about face and honor; quickly join forces and kill him!” a woman in white echoed.

She was also a human, from another life-bearing planet. With an extraordinary demeanor, beautiful features, and a fresh, otherworldly aura, she too was rallying everyone to kill Chu Feng.

“I detest your kind the most!” Chu Feng said coldly. Had he been in the outer realms, seeking opportunities on a less developed planet, he would never have treated his own kind this way.

“Boom!” Chu Feng’s entire body surged with golden light as the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique intensified. Not only did golden mist emanate from his mouth and nose, but it also enveloped his whole body. His pores expanded, and he seemed to coalesce with the heavens and earth.

He first targeted the man, charging straight through with no flashy moves, simply raising his fist and striking. Each blow made the void resonate and the air explode!

The sinister-eyed young man could not withstand such heavy blows. Despite doing his utmost and repeatedly blocking with his hands, his arms were broken and bloody.

Bang, bang, bang… His arms then spasmed. In an instant, his shoulders were shattered by Chu Feng’s fists. The man groaned in agony, his already pale face turning even more ashen, devoid of all color.

Then, Chu Feng’s fist pierced his chest. With the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique erupting, Chu Feng’s fist shone with dazzling golden light, like a blooming sun.

With a loud bang, the man’s body not only tore apart, revealing golden light, but his skull also cracked, and he died on the spot.

He died unwillingly. He was originally a master of the Freedom Realm, but here he was unable to unleash his full power, his body disintegrated by a native.

“And you!” While enduring the encirclement, Chu Feng, like a human beast unleashed, suddenly turned and fixed his gaze on the woman in white, targeting her alone as he charged.

His fists glowed dazzlingly. Under immense pressure, Chu Feng fought against the group, chasing the woman like a terrifyingly fast, human-shaped bolt of lightning.

After catching up to the woman, he unleashed six consecutive punches, like interwoven lightning strikes, blazing and brilliant, with an exceptionally terrifying aura.

With a bang, the woman disintegrated, letting out a tragic and mournful cry. In her final moments, she endured pain and terror, slain in front of everyone.

Chen Feng immediately stopped wailing, his face white with terror. He huddled in a corner of the kasaya, not daring to breathe.

To him, Chu Feng was like the cub of an ancient demon tiger, master of slaughter, emerging with overwhelming malevolence, ready to wreak havoc.

He was filled with regret. Penglai’s losses today were immense. He truly shouldn’t have listened to Chen Sheng’s instigation to “stir up trouble” here; it was pure suicide.

“Kill!” The extraterrestrials had no choice. Trapped there, they had long sensed Chu Feng’s murderous intent and knew he wouldn’t spare them. Now, their only option was to fight to the death and break out.

Chu Feng also encountered some trouble during his assault. For instance, a winged black snake exhaled cold air imbued with Yin energy. Although not potent, even sparse, it still caught him off guard, causing him to suffer a setback. One of his arms was almost frozen, his blood solidifying for a brief moment. Others seized the opportunity, striking him with palms, fists, and claws, causing blood to trickle from his lips as he was sent flying.

Chu Feng fixed his gaze on it, then focused his attacks, striking the winged black flying snake until its scales peeled off and it was nearly severed in two.

“You’re the one! Containing Yin energy, you’ll make good food!” With a whoosh, Chu Feng conjured the Spirit Binding Rope. Instead of continuing the pursuit, he directly used the secret treasure against the snake.

The sight was bizarre: a pale golden grass rope flew out, pursuing like a great snake, tangling with the black flying snake until it was tightly bound.

The flying snake was enraged and alarmed. It could not break free and was captured alive.

A silver mystic turtle charged and struck Chu Feng’s back. It was impossible to dodge, as he was surrounded by masters attacking simultaneously.

The silver turtle succeeded, making Chu Feng stumble, his bones audibly cracking. Fortunately, with the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique active, he seemed to have a golden body, his physique, already far superior to others, becoming even more resilient and difficult to shake.

Chu Feng only sustained minor injuries, nothing fundamental. He coughed up a little blood, then leaped up again to battle them.

“When advancing to the Freedom Realm, based on my past experience, I’ll likely be starving mad. I’ll prepare some ingredients in advance, and you’ll be one of them!” Chu Feng eyed the silver mystic turtle.

This silver turtle was incredibly tough; it was the only creature Chu Feng hadn’t wounded yet, and it had struck him several times, causing him injuries.

Now that Chu Feng had singled it out, the silver turtle immediately sensed danger.

Chu Feng clenched his fist, fusing the Dragon Demon Fist and Ox Demon Fist into one, simultaneously activating the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique. His fist shone blindingly, like erupting lava, boiling with energy.

Bang, bang, bang… He repeatedly hammered a specific spot on the silver turtle, eventually cracking its shell. Any more of this, and it would surely shatter.

“Whoosh!” Chu Feng deployed the Five-Colored Light, ensnaring the silver turtle and capturing it alive.

The silver mystic turtle felt frustrated. Crossing realms was extremely dangerous for extraterrestrial beings; to protect themselves, their secret treasures were mostly destroyed, leaving them with no weapons now.

Next, Chu Feng scanned the group. Clearly, he wouldn’t be taking any more captives; he was about to unleash a massacre.

“If you’re not suitable as ingredients, then all of you die!” When Chu Feng uttered these words, the group’s faces turned ashen. What did he take them for?

The battle intensified. They all attacked Chu Feng together.

A mountain rat spirit, larger than an elephant, was blasted apart in mid-air by Chu Feng’s single punch, its sharp rodent teeth scattering everywhere.

A crystal man holding a crystal mirror was able to draw in solar fire, almost harming Chu Feng and causing fierce flames containing solar essence to erupt around them.

A deep bell sound resonated. A large bell appeared outside Chu Feng’s body, blocking the corrosive solar flames and causing his defensive power to skyrocket.

This was the manifestation of the Twelve True Forms of Xingyi, integrated with the Ox Demon Fist and Dragon Demon Fist, all while operating the Great Thunderclap Breathing Technique, instantly making Chu Feng even more terrifying.

Crack! Ultimately, the crystal man was also eliminated by Chu Feng, directly shattered by the great bell that manifested around his body.

In the distance, Chen Sheng, responsible for guarding the Domain Suppressing Seal and observing the battle, had long since turned pale, completely devoid of color.

On the kasaya, crimson spots appeared as bodies continually fell, chilling him from head to toe. Seeing Chen Feng torn apart and clinging to life, he couldn’t bear to stay another moment and turned to flee.

However, on the kasaya, Chu Feng had been keeping an eye on his surroundings. In an instant, he hurled a dark red spear, its sonic boom deafening.

Chen Sheng was impaled to the ground by the dark red spear. A large part of his body exploded, splattering blood across the grass. He shrieked, then passed out, unable to escape.

Meanwhile, the battle on the kasaya grew fiercer.

The thirty-foot-tall giant underwent a mutation, blood spurting from his pores, yet his body turned golden, his strength greatly increasing as he transformed into a Golden Giant!

With such a colossal physique and powerful fist imprints, he attacked Chu Feng with full force, burning his true blood and manifesting his ancestral lineage for a decisive battle.

Indeed, after his strength surged, he could clash head-on with Chu Feng, who was surrounded by an energy bell, and they engaged in a fierce battle.

The bell chimed deeply, and energy surged forth.

The Golden Giant possessed immense strength, his overall power terrifying. Unfortunately, his ancestral blood was limited, preventing him from sustaining it for long.

Moreover, even while he was still able to fight fiercely, before his golden blood was depleted, he already showed signs of defeat. After dozens, even hundreds, of intense clashes, with a loud bang, Chu Feng sent his massive body flying, covered in blood, with a horrifying fist-sized hole in his chest.

Energy exploded within him, destroying his pale golden heart. The Golden Giant completely withered, the fierce gleam in his eyes dimming considerably.

Finally, Chu Feng kicked him in the head, killing him instantly.

One could say the combat here was swift and brutal, yet also cold-blooded and merciless. Such was a fight to the death; anyone who dared to show mercy would likely perish themselves.

In a flash, after a bloody battle, the vast kasaya was stained with blood, and bodies lay strewn everywhere. Only a few remained.

A buzzing sound filled the air. A flying locust, with a human torso and a grasshopper head, flapped its wings, emitting sword light around Chu Feng. It was incredibly fast but could not penetrate the energy bell surrounding him.

As Chu Feng’s kidney energy surged, energy erupted, interweaving into light wings. He soared into the sky and shattered the flying locust with a single punch.

“Locust Prince will not spare you!” the grasshopper spirit howled unwillingly, but it changed nothing. It died tragically on the spot.

Next, Chu Feng swept through his remaining enemies, killing them all. Their bodies lay on the kasaya, and even Chen Feng, with half his body left, was trampled to death by Chu Feng’s foot.

At the foot of Mount Putuo, among the purple bamboo forest, everyone was dumbfounded, especially the native Earth evolutionaries. They trembled, feeling their blood run hot.

This was truly an unparalleled demon king!

The impact Chu Feng had on them was immense. A Lock Realm practitioner slaying a multitude of Freedom Realm adversaries, he was like a lion charging into a flock of sheep, sweeping everyone aside!

Holy Son Li Qing and those around him wore grave expressions. They were assessing Chu Feng’s true strength. In a fight among peers, his ability to crush and annihilate everyone was terrifying.

In Li Qing’s estimation, ordinary Daoists from minor planets wouldn’t possess such combat power. Chu Feng was comparable to a Saint Son-level figure from a glorious planet.

“Does he perhaps possess an extraordinary, saint-shocking breathing technique?!” Li Qing suspected.

“Hmm?” Chu Feng showed a peculiar expression and said, “Come out!” He sensed another person behind the kasaya, none other than Saintess Li Lin. She was setting something up, but Chu Feng paid no mind.

“Perhaps my wish can be partially fulfilled. Today, I might just capture a true Saintess!” Chu Feng, with his Fiery Golden Eyes that could see through everything, stared at the other side of the kasaya.