Chapter 482: Majestic Bearing

The magnificent altar, like a colossal mountain, saw Chu Feng leap down, pouncing. The wind whistled past his ears; his speed was incredible. Below, brilliant auspicious clouds, streaks of colorful light, and a dazzling array of luminous energy bodies shimmered. Undoubtedly, the area below was dangerous, yet it was incredibly beautiful, gleaming with vibrant colors, dazzling and serene.

Without hesitation, Chu Feng began to manifest his energy body in mid-air, revealing it to the world for the first time. Instantly, rough, millstone-sized stones tumbled down, one after another!

The scene highlighted a stark contrast: below, golden lotuses emerged one after another from the Southern Blaze Divine Fire, radiating showers of light, alluring and brilliant. Silver Bodhi blossoms also unfurled in tranquility, emanating a sacred aura and filling the sky with silver light. Around Chu Feng, large, dull, lusterless but perfectly round stones, like roughly ground spheres, wildly tumbled down.

Everyone's eyes widened! "Is *this* his energy body? It's too crude, like a 'fresh mudslide' just rumbling and roaring down!" "Never seen anything like it, so unrefined!" Not to mention the stunned crowd on the Primal Beast Platform. Even the group of enemies below stared blankly, watching the massive stone spheres tumble from the sky, feeling speechless. "Is this an earthquake? Are the altar's stones shaking loose?"

"How crude," sneered Saintess Ziduan, a look of disdain on her face. "Though, it does suit the style of a barbaric land." Zhu Wuque bore the brunt of it, having charged ahead and ascended into mid-air to confront Chu Feng. He saw clearly: Weren't these just broken stones? A cruel grin spread across his lips; he wished he could slap Chu Feng dead. In his eyes, what kind of energy body were those millstone-sized rocks? Too crude!

True energy bodies were linked to things imbued with runic principles, like the energy body he was currently manifesting: golden lotuses glowing and rustling, radiating countless golden glows and auspicious colors, with the Southern Blaze Divine Fire flickering vigorously. Such a spectacle, such a Dao rhythm, clearly contained astonishing energy, enough to suppress a multitude of experts! Indeed, the lotus was extraordinarily remarkable; this was a common understanding. All races favored it as a manifestation of energy, such as the Buddhist clan's supreme lotus platform and the Daoist clan's "Lotus of Non-Action."

Now, Zhu Wuque, with a cruel smile, unleashed the magnificent golden divine lotuses, their radiance surging and auspicious colors filling the sky. He controlled the 'Li Fire,' blasting it towards Chu Feng. He was confident that he could crush all the stone spheres in a single encounter, sending them truly rolling away.

The two sides met, colliding. On the Primal Beast Platform, many people wanted to close their eyes, unable to bear watching. They had never heard of stones containing runic principles; this was truly not a good energy body. They felt sympathy for Chu Feng, regretting his predicament, unwilling to see him meet a miserable end.

But something was wrong! Everyone blinked hard, trying to see more clearly. Zhu Wuque was retreating? What was happening?! It was evident that the cruel smile on Zhu Wuque's face hadn't faded; it remained fixed, his expression unchanged, yet he was already falling back. More precisely, he was sent flying horizontally, not calmly retreating, but rather being smashed away!

Millstone-sized stones rained down on him, one after another, savagely smashing him. It was too brutal, relentless, and in an instant, Zhu Wuque was bruised and battered, his battle attire in tatters. As for his energy body, the beautiful and splendid golden lotuses, they did not achieve eternal life in the 'Li Fire,' but were instead pulverized by one stone sphere after another. There weren't even that many stone spheres; Chu Feng had only used a dozen or so this time, all directed at Zhu Wuque, smashing him into utter disarray and unbearable pain. "Damn it!" he wanted to scream. These crude, seemingly unremarkable huge stones were incredibly sturdy, unbelievably hard. His golden lotuses, infused with fire and divine radiance, actually couldn't shatter them or even budge them.

He felt utterly miserable; one hand was twisted, clearly broken. He had fought desperately to block the wildly incoming stone spheres. "Bang!" His chin was struck, and he screamed. His chin was caved in, definitely fractured. He coughed up blood, two teeth flying out with it. It was truly a wretched sight. Bang, bang, bang! Then, he was repeatedly struck by these large stone spheres, buried beneath them, a truly horrible sight. He felt his chest was about to explode; his bones were clearly broken. Crack! His collarbone was shattered. Then, intense pain in his forehead filled him with dread; if he hadn't dodged in time, merely grazing him, his skull would likely have been crushed. He was fortunate these energy bodies hadn't exploded; otherwise, he would be even more miserable now, likely torn to shreds, or even dead. Even so, he couldn't take it; he was practically being smashed to death. It was utterly brutal, something he truly couldn't withstand—an experience he had never had before.

Behind, a group of people also stared dumbfounded. What was happening? Was Zhu Wuque faking it? He was spitting blood from his mouth and nose, unable to defend himself against the tumbling stones. When he had soared into the sky, he was majestic and heroic, wreathed in red light; now, after being smashed down, he looked like a broken sack. The contrast was too great! Most importantly, Zhu Wuque was on the verge of death, nearly smashed to death! At the critical moment, Zhu Wuque unleashed a life-saving technique, his body glowing. He teleported, vanishing from his spot, carrying blinding red light as he reappeared several miles away.

He gasped for air; in fact, his chest was caved in, somewhat deflated from the impact. His once bright red hair was now a tangled mess, matted with blood, clumping into bloody strands. His head was bleeding profusely. Was this still a valiant Saint Son? This appearance, covered in blood, was simply too wretched. If he hadn't used the marvelous technique created by Sub-Saint Yin Jiuque—the Vermilion Bird Soaring Sky—he would likely have been smashed to pieces! Zhu Wuque's face was beet red, his body trembling with anger. Today was too miserable; he was almost buried alive by stones.

On the Primal Beast Platform, everyone was dumbfounded, and then countless people shrieked in astonishment! The ordeal wasn't over; everything just happened in a flash, and the battle at the altar continued. Because, behind Zhu Wuque, was Yuan Kun, the Saint Son of the Vajra Ape lineage, his fur gleaming golden, ready to strike Chu Feng with deadly intent. He had originally charged out with Zhu Wuque, but Zhu Wuque had been overbearing, soaring into the air to try and kill Chu Feng first, thus taking the lead. Now, Chu Feng brandished the sky-full of large stone spheres, finishing with Zhu Wuque, and then, with a barrage of thuds and cracks, sent them tumbling towards Yuan Kun.

The Silver Bodhi was indeed extraordinary; a brilliant tree, wreathed in dazzling silver light. All its leaves fluttered, transforming into a silver gale, rushing towards Chu Feng. But it was useless! The massive stone spheres smashed wildly, tearing the leaves in the sky to shreds, scattering them everywhere, and then causing them to explode. Yuan Kun boasted that every leaf of the Silver Bodhi was a scripture, but he hadn't reached that level at all and couldn't conjure such a legendary, peerless spectacle. As for "scriptures revolving a thousand times, silver radiance like snow, scripture leaves fluttering, each flower a world"—that was even more out of the question. Even direct descendants of the Buddhist clan among the top ten races might not be able to depict such a thing.

So, Yuan Kun met a tragic fate. He was smashed until he saw stars, blood gushing from his seven orifices. He was so enraged he felt like he would explode. In an instant, his face was caved in, smashed flat. Facial fractures made his eyes nearly bulge out, and other parts of his body were even worse. With a loud boom, not to mention the silver Bodhi leaves, even the silver-white tree itself was utterly shattered and exploded. Yuan Kun grunted. His femur was broken; this was utter humiliation. His backside was torn to shreds, "blossoming" from the impact, blood splattering everywhere. As for his chest and back, they constantly shattered, blood flowing profusely. Many bones were broken and tendons snapped; he was as miserable as one could be, his entire body on the verge of destruction.

Yuan Kun let out a long howl, his golden fur shaking. In an instant, the energy body he had learned from the Buddhist clan vanished, all silver light receding. At this life-or-death moment, he roared. A Vajra Ape, emanating monstrous ferocity, emerged from behind him—an energy body that charged towards Chu Feng, smashing away one large stone sphere after another. This was his clan's "true form," manifesting the ancestral appearance, also an energy body. Forced to this extent, he naturally had to fight for his life. Bang, bang, bang... Yuan Kun's true strength was astonishing; in terms of brute force, he surpassed Zhu Wuque. His clan's true form energy body shook open the stone spheres, clearing a space.

Chu Feng was speechless. The Saint Son of the Vajra Ape clan truly was... His own clan's energy body was so powerful, yet he insisted on cultivating elegance with the Buddhist clan's Silver Bodhi. Did he find it beautiful? However, he wasn't worried. If a dozen stone spheres weren't enough, he'd send another ten. In an instant, a total of twenty-something large stones, transforming into a fresh mudslide, rolled down, burying Yuan Kun beneath them.

This time, Yuan Kun was truly miserable. He cried out loud; forget being bruised and battered, his face was nearly smashed off, and his bones were broken. With a *thud*, one of his arms was smashed off, and then a leg was also broken. Yuan Kun roared, erupting with a burst of golden light, using a life-saving move to wrap his severed arm and leg, fleeing in panic. That was his clan's true form energy body, further unfurling into a scroll, wrapping him and carrying him out of the battle, reappearing several miles away, not far from Zhu Wuque.

Both men gasped for air, then looked at each other, appearing as if they had seen ghosts. How could they have encountered such a thing? It was so bizarre it was unsettling! This was completely different from what they had anticipated. Had they run into something evil?

On the Primal Beast Platform, a cacophony of shouts and exclamations erupted. "Oh my god, what kind of energy body is this? It's too unrestrained, incredibly wild! Even the Saint Son of the Vajra Ape clan, renowned for his physical prowess, couldn't handle it. He was smashed to a pulp! This is truly... brutal, I love it!" "Holy cow, a brand new top-tier energy body has emerged! It's terrifying, nearly burying Zhu Wuque and that Vajra Ape alive!" The Primal Beast Platform erupted in excitement, with many people clamoring to place orders.

Below the altar, panicked screams echoed—it was Chen Rong. She had been right next to Zhu Wuque and Yuan Kun, striking from behind them. Chen Rong had originally sported a cold, cruel smile, believing this hunt for Chu Feng would succeed. But... what had she just seen? Fortunately, she was behind them and, at the last moment, decisively withdrew her attack and turned to flee. But Chu Feng detested the people of Penglai. Seeing her attempt to escape, he didn't hesitate, immediately sending stone spheres forward to bury her alive, to crush her into pulp.

Chen Rong repeatedly deployed secret treasures, but they were all smashed into useless junk. Fortunately, her loyal followers swarmed forward to rescue her. *Thud, thud, thud...* In this area, blood mist bloomed. Chu Feng single-handedly crushed over twenty people from Penglai, including several highly powerful elders. As for Chen Rong, she was ultimately grazed by a large stone; her nasal bone instantly caved in and flattened, and her front teeth were all knocked out. It was quite a gruesome sight. With a *thud*, her right shoulder was also grazed, an arm exploding, blood splattering. She shrieked terribly, falling down some distance away. She finally managed to escape back to the main camp of the group of divine sons and saint sons.

At this point, everyone felt their hair stand on end, frozen in place. At this moment, Chu Feng, who had intended to display a majestic posture, ran into a problem. He had been controlling the large stone spheres, but now his body was too weak, and he plunged headfirst from the sky. "Damn it!" Chu Feng cursed. He had perfectly posed, intending to stand majestically in mid-air, radiating divine splendor, but instead... he fell! He slammed into the ground, creating a human-shaped crater!