Chapter 473: Madman Chu Feng

This roar revealed everything: the people of Penglai had conspired with foreign saints, princes, and others to ambush and kill Chu Feng on Mount Tai—a truly despicable collaboration!

They even shouted slogans like "Kill Chu Feng across the land," which clearly revealed their mindset: to eliminate Chu Feng, they were willing to cooperate with descendants of the Starry Sky Knights, such as Zhu Wuque and Yuwen Feng.

The Starry Sky Knights were sworn, implacable enemies of the people on this planet, with a deep blood feud between them. The ancestors of this world had suffered relentless pursuit from the Starry Sky Knights, who had even spared no infants in their cradles. Yet, Penglai had colluded with these very people, and the two sides were surprisingly united against a common foe.

Chu Feng's gaze was cold and piercing as he stared at the evolvers from Penglai. He had never loathed this group so intensely; they truly deserved to die.

He flapped his wings, moving incredibly fast, at more than ten times the speed of sound, like a divine bird in human form. Dazzling light erupted from every pore of his body, his energy boiling, ready to unleash a massacre.

"Die!"

Chu Feng specifically sought out the strongest opponents. He dove towards an elder, a grand master in the Free-Roaming Realm, moving like lightning as he swung the precious pestle in his hand forward.

The elder's gaze was sinister; he was indeed a tough opponent. He shifted his body sideways, dodging the attack, then pointed a finger, stirring up purple qi, and a beam of purple light shot towards Chu Feng's glabella.

Purple Qi Coming from the East Finger!

The Xilin Race had once mocked Chu Feng during their pursuit, claiming it was laughable that he, an Earth native, hadn't even learned essential secret techniques. Now, a master from the Penglai clan had unleashed it, demonstrating their mastery of this exquisite art.

Chu Feng did not dodge; a large bell appeared around his body.

The purple light struck the great bell. The deafening clang reverberated, but the bell's wall remained stable, without a crack.

Moreover, Chu Feng's body changed direction mid-air. At such terrifying speed, his physique twisted directly as he pounced again.

If it were an ordinary person moving beyond ten times the speed of sound, changing direction so abruptly and violently, their body might disintegrate!

In his right hand, the gleaming golden pestle glowed, as if an old monk was chanting scriptures, imbuing it with power. The Buddhist secret treasure surged with immense energy.

This time, the elder couldn't dodge. He held a war spear in one hand, directly clashing with the precious pestle, while his other hand still launched the Purple Qi Coming from the East Finger, attempting to pierce Chu Feng's body.

With a clang, the war spear cracked under the pestle's strike, then exploded. The elder's right hand, which held the spear, was covered in dark red, dripping blood, and had been shattered.

At the same time, he screamed, because the finger he pointed with his left hand was struck by Chu Feng's fist print, breaking instantly. The so-called purple qi exploded in an instant.

Chu Feng's fist print landed on his body, causing his entire surface to crack and sending him flying backward. Just as he was about to disintegrate, Chu Feng pursued him again, swinging the precious pestle down with full force.

The man turned into a mist of blood, dying instantly.

Chu Feng landed his feet on the ground, immediately employing domain techniques, hoping to activate the runes on Mount Tai's peak to crush this group of people.

"Hmm?!" He was surprised; there was no reaction. He then stomped hard, causing earth and stone to crack open, only then discovering that large quantities of lodestones had already been buried in this area.

"Kill!"

Not far away, an old woman sneered, activating something.

With a whoosh, the mountaintop seemed to catch fire, as large expanses of light flames rose up, threatening to engulf Chu Feng. This was the power of a domain.

This group had been prepared. They had always worried that Chu Feng would be in his element on famous mountains, so they had made arrangements beforehand, burying a large number of lodestones to interfere.

Moreover, some among them had a slight understanding of domains. With their setup, they hoped to turn the tables and crush Chu Feng instead.

"Teaching a master his own craft!"

Chu Feng, vigilant, instantly shot into the air. At the same time, the kasaya on his body vibrated, unleashing a surge of red light, blocking the encroaching flames and isolating the domain runes below.

In mid-air, he continuously conjured lodestones, his gaze cold as he stared at the people of Penglai, preparing to find a way to utterly destroy them.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The ground exploded. As Chu Feng made his move, the lodestones glowed, some sinking into the ground, others floating in mid-air, about to alter the domain of this area.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis arose in his heart. He spun around abruptly, his hairs standing on end in the process.

A red light, moving faster than ten times the speed of sound, struck like a bolt of lightning. If not for his swift reaction, his entire back would have become a target and been blown apart.

In a hurry, Chu Feng activated the Golden Bell Shield, using the great bell to protect his body.

A massive explosion sounded, energy surging, as a red-haired youth soared through the air, smashing with his fist, almost piercing through the great bell.

Chu Feng's body shook violently. He immediately swung the precious pestle forward!

The red-haired youth's eyes were like electricity, untamed and wild. He dodged the gleaming golden pestle in Chu Feng's hand and attacked forward, while Chu Feng countered with a fist print from his left hand.

With a bang, a dazzling burst of light erupted between them, and they instantly crossed paths.

It was Zhu Wuque, the Saint Son of the Yinque clan, who had emerged from the depths of Mount Zhongnan. If it had been anyone else he ambushed like this, they would surely have been killed with one punch.

He was incredibly fast, spreading his crimson wings, like a divine bird soaring through the sky, yet maintaining his human form. His long hair was unbound, and his eyes were cold—clearly a formidable super master.

The people of Penglai were astonished. That was a Saint Son, a favored descendant of the ruthless Sub-Saint Yin Jiuque among the Starry Sky Knights, yet he failed to kill Chu Feng!

In their eyes, the ambush just now was perfect; it should have utterly destroyed Chu Feng and blown him to pieces.

At this moment, in the depths of the starry sea, many on the Primeval Beast Platform exclaimed in surprise. A Saint Son-level figure had launched a stealth attack, yet failed to kill Chu Feng.

People realized that this young man, protected by the ascended Yaoyao, indeed possessed extraordinary qualities!

"You do have some skill; no wonder you dared to repeatedly oppose my Penglai clan," a cold voice sneered. "However, today you are surely going to die. Under the encirclement of several Saint Sons and Saintesses, let's see how you can defy heaven!"

A woman in flowing yellow robes, capable of flight, descended among the Penglai people. She was quite attractive, with a beautiful appearance. A cold smile played on her lips as she said, "Even if my brother Chen Sheng is incompetent, it's not for you to kill him!"

She was Chen Sheng's younger sister, an evolver in the Free-Roaming Realm named Chen Rong.

Chu Feng remained silent, not bothering to respond. The people of Penglai were too arrogant, always believing they were the masters of Earth and could tolerate no challenges.

Suddenly, the heavens and earth seemed to explode. The sonic boom was so intense it was deafening, and special energy factors, white immortal mist, also appeared as a result!

Chu Feng's body tensed up once again. An attack arrived at supersonic speed; waiting to hear the sound would be too late. His body had already warned him in advance, and he spun around abruptly to meet the formidable enemy.

It was a man, shrouded in mist. His eyes were sharp as blades, filled with hatred and furious flames. He wanted to blast Chu Feng to death, wishing he could shatter him with a single punch!

*Bang, bang, bang...*

The two collided repeatedly, erupting in dazzling light. At the same time, black petals blossomed—a manifestation of energy used by the man.

Finally, they separated, crossing past each other.

Just now, the two had collided dozens of times, all in an instant, while Chu Feng had swung his precious pestle, unleashing terrifying light beams.

The man also held a weapon in his hand, a gleaming silver mace, permeated with dense energy factors, no weaker than the precious pestle. He had just been desperate to cleave Chu Feng to death.

"It's you!"

Chu Feng understood; no wonder the opponent was so fierce, immediately trying to take his life. His attacks were domineering, like a violent storm.

This was Yuwen Feng, the Hundred Transformations Saint Son, who had emerged from the depths of Mount Lu!

That day, in the depths of Mount Lu, Chu Feng had killed many people who were being trained as Starry Sky Knights, and also killed Yuwen Feng's maid, the Swan Fairy Bai Qing.

This feud was naturally irreconcilable. Once Yuwen Feng was free, he would naturally come to kill Chu Feng.

Everyone present showed expressions of shock. Although they all knew Chu Feng was not weak, they hadn't expected him to withstand the attacks of two Saint Sons, especially with the domain effect of the Buddhist kasaya.

"What are you all waiting for? Let's hunt him down together!" exclaimed Miss Chen Rong of the Penglai Chen family. "Kill Chu Feng across the land! He won't survive today!" She urged everyone to unite and kill Chu Feng.

At this moment, more figures appeared nearby, standing at different points on Mount Tai's peak, blocking all of Chu Feng's escape routes and preventing him from fleeing.

Among them were men and women, their bodies permeated with dense energy, no weaker than Yuwen Feng. They were clearly all Divine Sons and Saintesses.

"Do I have a feud with you?" Chu Feng asked chillingly.

"We are here to kill you, strictly obeying the Female Saint's decree!" a cold and ruthless woman replied.

Dressed in purple, she didn't look old, around twenty years of age. She was very tall, surpassing many men, and wielded a heavy weapon—a halberd.

She also announced her name: Li Feng, from the Gentle Breeze Planet.

"By the Saint's decree, we shall deliver you!" announced a short-haired, burly man, resembling a wrathful Buddhist guardian, with earthy yellow skin, strong and powerful. His name was Yuan Kun.

In fact, he was a Vajra Ape, the Saint Son of his clan!

"Ziluan!" A woman announced her name, suspected to be a transformed exotic bird with an exceptionally powerful aura.

"Lie Shan!" A white-haired man said coldly, his teeth stark white.

Chu Feng used his Fiery Golden Eyes and saw his true form: a snow-white pangolin.

"Zhan He!"

"Bai Ling!"

Another man and woman spoke consecutively.

Including Zhu Wuque and Yuwen Feng, eight Saint Sons and Saintesses had now appeared, and behind them stood their respective groups of followers.

The summit of Mount Tai was densely packed with people, and the atmosphere was extremely tense. All these individuals had come obeying the Saints' decrees to kill Chu Feng.

"Foreign Saints, have you grown tired of living?!" Chu Feng looked up, glaring at the foreign lands, speaking with utter disregard.

Everyone's expressions changed. This was an unprecedentedly arrogant madman!

Who dared to speak of Saints like this? He actually reprimanded them!

"In the future, I will slaughter all of you!" Chu Feng declared, knowing that figures like Juntuo, Yuwen Chengkong, and Yin Jiuque were surely behind this.

With so many Saint Sons, Saintesses, and their followers suddenly appearing, along with the group of masters led by Penglai's Chen Rong, this was practically a death trap.

On the Primeval Beast Platform, chaos erupted.

Chu Feng's reprimand of the Saints stunned many evolvers. On normal days, even the most arrogant wouldn't dare to do this; they all held reverence for Saints.

"You madman, how dare you insult a Saint! You must die!"

"You don't know your place!"

"Foolish! Such madness only hastens your demise!"

The Saint Sons and Saintesses all shouted rebukes.

Chu Feng remained calm and said, "What's the big deal? If I kill all of you today, completely wiping you out, how will the Saints who ordered you to kill me feel? Will they lose face?!"

"Chu Feng, you're complaining that you're dying too slowly," sneered Miss Chen Rong of the Penglai Chen family as she led her people forward, pressing in. "Heh, very well. Let's see if you're still so defiant when you're prostrate at our feet today?!"

Zhu Wuque stepped forward, his red hair unbound, his physique robust. He revealed a chilling smile and said, "The so-called peerless demon immortal has been sealed and cannot take a single step out of Mount Longhu. No one can save you!"

"You're nothing but chickens and dogs. Do I even need my sister to deal with you all?" Chu Feng retorted. "I'll sweep you all away, then we'll see if those foreign Saints lose face! If they dare to extend their reach and send out you pawns, I'll chop off all their limbs!"

Chu Feng's words plunged the Primeval Beast Platform into temporary silence. Everyone was astonished by his arrogant claims; he actually dared to challenge Saints in this manner.

"If he survives this battle, the Primeval Beast Platform will register a golden account for him and invite him to join," someone within Primeval Beast decided.

"Arrogant!" On Mount Tai's peak, a group of people pressed in, intending to hunt down Chu Feng.

"I'll kill all of you and then paint an invincible picture of my Free-Roaming Realm!" Chu Feng muttered to himself.