Chapter 495: The Tragic Demon

Yuan Mo, a young expert with black hair, had eyes like a fierce beast, wild and untamed.

He was infamously renowned in the extraterrestrial starry sky. He had once slain a Divine Scion with a single drop of demon blood and, on another occasion, single-handedly infiltrated a planet to subdue all its natives, acquiring a personal star at a remarkably young age.

He had even gambled against some Saint Scions, winning against an entire group, which shook the starry sky. His image was defined by wildness, ruthlessness, and power. To many, he was invincible!

Even Fu Huang, who possessed a variation of the ultimate breathing technique—the Heavenly God Slayer Record—and was hailed as a divinely gifted scion with few rivals, could not defeat Yuan Mo. The two had sparred multiple times, always ending in a draw.

However, what people were now witnessing was a pitiful Yuan Mo, being beaten! Indeed, this was no longer a battle; it was a one-sided assault! Yuan Mo, known as a divinely gifted devilish scion, was bleeding from his nose and mouth, his eyes swollen and bruised, constantly spitting blood, staggering backward, utterly defenseless.

People were stunned, finding the scene utterly bizarre, unreal, and illusory. That was Yuan Mo, someone capable of single-handedly suppressing hordes of elite peers, but now he was being utterly dominated.

"Bang!" Chu Feng kicked him, and Yuan Mo flew several miles like a sandbag, crashing into the sea and creating a three-hundred-meter-high wave.

"Savage!" Yuan Mo was on the verge of madness. This was an utter humiliation, being brutally beaten like this; his mind collapsed, his eyes turning crimson.

"Savage your granddad!" Chu Feng roared, leaping several miles in one bound. He dove from the air and punched the sea surface. The sea water sank, turning white for several miles around as it was compressed downward, then ignited, exploding with a roar, almost exposing the seabed.

Although Yuan Mo resisted with all his might, he was still suppressed into the seabed, bleeding profusely, his skin covered in cracks. Finally, he struggled to the surface. He had taken a heavy blow, spitting out more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood. His eyes fierce, he said, "How dare you insult me!"

"So what if I insult you?!" Chu Feng rushed forward. Without a word, he lifted his foot again and stomped down on Yuan Mo from mid-air. Yuan Mo was enraged, on the verge of exploding. The opponent dared to stomp on him with one foot; this was utter contempt. However, he genuinely didn't dare to meet the attack head-on. He moved sideways, trying his best to dodge, because he had been severely injured in his previous fight with Fu Huang and didn't want a head-on clash now. Ultimately, when the foot came down, he couldn't completely avoid it. He flew sideways, plunging into the vast ocean again, covered in blood.

People were shaken! Was Chu Feng trying to defy the heavens? One person suppressing Yuan Mo, rendering him helpless!

"Terrifying, utterly unimaginable! Chu Feng actually defeated Yuan Mo?!"

"Yuan Mo, known as a devilish scion of rare talent, whose demonic arts had already reached a considerable level, capable of suppressing various Saint Scions and others—was he defeated just like that?"

People were in an uproar. They had heard countless legends about Yuan Mo, his glorious achievements, yet now he was being brutally beaten. It seemed meeting him was not as impressive as hearing about him. Fu Huang's power was well-known. Was Yuan Mo, who was his equal, truly so weak?

Yuan Mo, with some broken bones, painstakingly climbed out of the sea. Hearing these comments, he immediately spat out three large mouthfuls of blood. He felt utterly humiliated. Everyone was saying he had lost? His heart burned with anger. He was certain that if it were a fair fight, he wouldn't lose!

"Chu Feng, have you no shame? Attacking me when I'm exhausted after my fierce battle with Fu Huang, when my energy is depleted—what kind of skill is that? If you're truly a man, fight me honorably!" Yuan Mo roared. He was truly desperate. If this continued, he would be beaten to death. That savage was clearly aiming for that, relentlessly brutalizing him.

People suddenly understood what was happening, letting out a sigh of relief. Otherwise, they would have been truly terrified; that was Yuan Mo, being beaten up.

"You talk too much. Defeated is defeated, and being slapped is being slapped. That's reality, stop making excuses!" Chu Feng said, looking cool and profound.

Yuan Mo spat blood again. This savage was using him to boost his own reputation, clearly intentionally belittling him to elevate himself. After his battle with Fu Huang, he was staggering, and this savage relentlessly attacked him. How could he be an opponent? He was far too weak compared to his peak condition.

"You truly deserve to die!" Yuan Mo's mouth overflowed with blood, his eyes icy.

"You're the one who deserves to die!" Chu Feng appeared enraged, now even angrier than Yuan Mo. He swooped down again, chasing and beating Yuan Mo, leaving him with a bloodied head, several broken ribs, and finally sending him flying into the sky like a broken rag doll before he plunged back into the sea.

Not long ago, Chu Feng had greeted Yuan Mo and shown goodwill, only to be insulted and told to get lost, that he wasn't worthy of approaching. And now, the change was astonishing!

Seeing Yuan Mo fleeing desperately, trying to escape, Chu Feng roared, "I'll break your dog legs!" And then he did just that. He plunged into the sea, holding a brass pillar as thick as a bucket—a Dragon-Locking Stake—and slammed it repeatedly onto Yuan Mo.

Bang, bang, bang… Chu Feng showed no mercy. At this moment, Yuan Mo screamed. Even though he was a heroic figure, he now wanted to curse and swear at this barbaric savage! Not only were Yuan Mo's legs broken, but his ribs and arms were also limp, severely injured, all bones fractured and tendons snapped.

"He really broke his dog legs!"

"Yuan Mo is so miserable, both his legs are broken. He can't even escape. This Demon King Chu is truly brutal!"

A group of people gasped in amazement, utterly shocked!

"Don't you guys think about it? One is called Yuan Mo (Demon), and the other is Demon King Chu. The latter is clearly the head demon, so Yuan Mo was bound to suffer when he met him." Someone offered a forced explanation.

Yuan Mo was practically losing his mind. To think that he, single-handedly, had once hunted down life planets much stronger than the current Earth, slaughtered countless visualization-realm beings there, and ultimately acquired a personal star, achieving a legendary feat. He had always been triumphant, capable of capturing and killing other Divine Scions and Saintesses whenever he wished. He had never been so miserable in his entire life. This time, he had cut down his cultivation to cross realms and enter Earth, hoping to find the "Original True Demonic Secret Scripture" in a certain ruin. Yet, before he could even begin his mission, he was about to be beaten to death by a savage.

"Ah…" he cried out.

"Why are you screaming? If you scream again, I'll sell you immediately!" Chu Feng threatened.

The final result was that Chu Feng carried the heavily injured Yuan Mo back to the peach blossom forest. This was truly a shocking display of ferocity; a dignified devilish scion had met such a fate. In the peach grove, cherry blossoms fluttered down. Yuan Mo, disheveled, was thrown by Chu Feng under a peach tree, while Chu Feng went to drink wine.

At this moment, people looked at Chu Feng with completely changed expressions. He was too brutal; to have tortured Yuan Mo to this state, he was truly terrifying!

Zi Luan had initially been pleased because she had connected with Fu Huang. Her brother, Zi Xiao, a prodigy of the Primordial Palace, had met Fu Huang a few times. Fu Huang had promised to help her and prevent her from being bullied, to stand up for her. Zi Luan hadn't gone to watch the battle just now and was unaware of the situation until now, seeing Chu Feng return like this, having dealt with Yuan Mo. She immediately deflated. Then, she obediently left Fu Huang and walked towards Chu Feng.

"Don't worry, I'll speak to him," Fu Huang offered.

"No need. Yuan Mo is already so miserable; he's definitely going to be sold. Big Brother Fu Huang, please don't get involved. What if he finds an excuse to capture you too and sell you? I'd feel guilty."

Zi Luan's words left Fu Huang dumbfounded. Was he truly that useless? This was outrageous! However, upon seeing Yuan Mo's current plight, Fu Huang decisively kept quiet. He decided to recover from his injuries first. It would be truly miserable if he were to suffer an unexpected defeat.

The island was in an uproar. Those who hadn't gone to watch the battle were deeply shocked. Seeing Yuan Mo's fate, many felt their hearts pound with unease.

"Chu Feng, if you're a man, let me go. Once I recover, we'll have a fair fight!" Yuan Mo said through gritted teeth.

"You're already a prisoner and still so rude and defiant to me? You're just asking for a beating!" Chu Feng said, then proceeded to give him a fierce thrashing, holding Yuan Mo down and beating him hard. The group of people was petrified. It was said that a scholar could be killed but not humiliated, but Chu Feng… he humiliated without negotiation. No matter if you were Yuan Mo or anyone else, a beating came first, no questions asked.

"Chu Feng, treating me like this will bring great disaster upon yourself and the planet behind you. Do you know who I am? If a devilish scion like me is humiliated, that group of demons won't let you off!" Yuan Mo said.

"Noisy!" Chu Feng slapped him, then immediately logged onto the Primordial Beast Platform, preparing to sell Yuan Mo. In his opinion, this stubborn and ill-tempered fellow was "useless," but killing him would be a pity. It would be better to sell him for secret scriptures, thus making good use of him.

Chu Feng complained, "You, you're not attractive, and your temper is so bad. You definitely won't fetch a good price."

Soon after, the Primordial Beast Platform erupted. Chu Feng appeared, posting a message that he was selling a "very useless captive." The truth then emerged: the one being sold was Yuan Mo, a devilish scion, a heaven-sent genius. At a young age, he had single-handedly conquered a low-level planet, killed many visualization-level beings there, and made it his personal star. Yuan Mo, though very young, already had a formidable reputation!

"Heaven above, Yuan Mo's being sold! This is too tragic, what can I say? Is this Demon King Chu trying to defy the heavens?"

Based on his experience, Chu Feng knew that Saintesses sold well, but Divine Scions didn't fetch high prices or much demand, so he didn't expect Yuan Mo to be worth much. To his surprise, many people started inquiring about the price.

"Brother Chu Feng, let's discuss this. I won't buy Yuan Mo, but I can send you a book on the energy body analysis of the other shore flower. My only condition is that you publicly beat Yuan Mo until he cries for his daddy and mommy!" Chu Feng was somewhat stunned by this. Could this actually happen? Yuan Mo was truly hated! Someone actually made such a request, willing to trade a secret scripture just to see him brutally beaten.

"Brother Chu, I also want that. If you knock out all of Yuan Mo's teeth, I'm willing to send you a sword-controlling art secret scripture!" Chu Feng immediately nodded, agreeing with pleasure. Then, he read the messages carefully and immediately smiled. Yuan Mo was truly so hated! A significant number of people left similar requests.

Yuan Mo, enraged and humiliated, shouted, "If you were put up for sale, you'd be even worse than me; you'd provoke universal outrage!"