Chapter 542: The Xilin Clan is Dead

"Xilin Clan, worse than pigs and dogs!"

For Chu Feng to utter such words, it was clear what intense rage he harbored. Given the atrocities the Xilin army committed in the past, their descendants' high-profile return, presenting themselves as legitimate, was bound to infuriate any native evolver.

At the same time, Chu Feng secretly sent a telepathic message to the evolvers who had arrived from secret realms like Mount Wangwu and the Himalayas, urging them to leave quickly. He was worried they would die in Kunlun. He himself was fearless; he could fight or leave at will, possessing the marvelous technique of Spatial Transference, which allowed him to move with complete freedom. Moreover, he now held a conviction that he could fight fiercely here, unafraid of any opponent. However, with these extra people present, he lost his confidence. There were too many divine sons and saintesses from beyond the earth; if over 200 Visualization-level evolvers attacked, how could he stop them or protect Zhou Quan and the others? He was grateful for their presence, a warmth spreading through his heart, but he did not wish for them to stay.

"Brother Chu, you worry too much. We didn't come here to die," an elder transmitted secretly. "While our strength may not match the Xilin Divine Son or the Heavenly God Clan's Young God, we possess means of self-preservation. If those divine sons wish to kill us, they will first pay a bloody price!" The elder also secretly informed him that he had brought a formidable weapon, an artifact left by his ancestors, recently unearthed from some ruins, capable of killing Visualization-level evolvers. Furthermore, it wasn't just one or two such items; every secret realm had brought a trump card.

"Go ahead with your decisive battle, fearlessly. We will help protect Zhou Quan," another kindly-faced old woman said, reassuring Chu Feng to slay the Xilin Divine Son. Chu Feng was surprised. Did these people have such confidence? Could they protect themselves, even kill enemies? He felt a slight easing of his worry. He figured they wouldn't come here just to die; even if they hated the Xilin Clan, they wouldn't sacrifice themselves meaninglessly for revenge. Otherwise, leaving a field of corpses would only bring more delight to their enemies.

"Chu Feng, do you think what I said makes sense?" Wei Lin asked calmly, still with his hands clasped behind his back, appearing serene and composed. This was a provocation, carrying disdain, aiming to unsettle Chu Feng. How arrogant was it for him to speak of slaughtering all the descendants of Earth's failures? It was utter contempt.

"The Xilin Clan is a joke!" Chu Feng took a step forward, his body glowing. Energy surged and pulsed around him like radiant flames, as if about to ignite and illuminate the sky. He continued, "Back then, you knelt at the feet of the Netherworld Clan, and at the feet of the Heavenly God Clan. To ensure your own survival, you turned your blades on the wounded veterans, the anxious women and children behind you. From that moment on, the true Xilin Clan ceased to exist! What survived was merely a group of cowards—terrified of outsiders, unwilling to fight, yet utterly cruel and vicious internally. The Xilin Clan died long ago, annihilated. What do you have to be proud of? Where does your confidence come from?!"

Chu Feng's words were cold. He didn't raise his voice or sound particularly impassioned, but his detached tone only intensified the chill, revealing his utter contempt and disdain for the clan.

"How dare you!" a group of Xilin Clan members roared from behind, the words striking a raw nerve, a wound deep in their hearts.

"Kill him!" Even Wei Xuan, Wei Lin's sister, couldn't hold back at this point. That was a taboo for the Xilin Clan; certain old affairs from back then were unspeakable, unmentionable.

In the distance, the Heavenly God Clan's Young God remained calm, a smile perpetually on his face. His clan was transcendent, supreme, and hearing such words, he simply savored his own people's past glory and prosperity.

Wei Lin snapped, "Completely meaningless words! In truth, my Xilin Clan is entirely alive and thriving, growing stronger by the day, heralded as one of the most talented races, evolving towards becoming a truly invincible clan! And you? You are long extinct. Who is left? Even Princess Yaoyao, the most astonishing among you, is dead. What do you have now? Just a few paltry fish. It is *you*... who are truly annihilated!"

"Some people may seem alive, but they are already dead. Some clans may have many members, but they are merely walking corpses, shrouded by the shadow of death from back then. Do you still possess your dignity? You have already knelt; your spines will never be straight again. Today, starting with you all, I shall cleanse this place, erasing all of you who are already dead races, walking corpses who should not remain. Since your spirits perished back then, let your bodies also be severed!"

Chu Feng remained just as detached, appearing even calmer, filled with contempt and disdain for the Xilin Clan.

The battle erupted. Although Wei Lin was usually composed and subtly cunning, not easily provoked, now a cruel expression settled on his face, his eyes gleaming with chilling intent. Chu Feng's repeated assertions that their clan had long been dead, annihilated years ago, and that they were now just puppet corpses, filled Wei Lin with murderous intent, igniting his fury. In Wei Lin's view, his clan was flourishing; such blasphemy could not be tolerated.

A phoenix cry shook the heavens! As Wei Lin soared into the sky, he stretched his body, resembling a phoenix traversing the heavens, engulfed in raging flames, vibrant wings manifesting on either side of his body, exuding an incredibly terrifying aura. With a whoosh, a dazzling cold light flashed. This was the Heavenly Phoenix Fist, a technique mastered by the Xilin Clan, bringing forth wondrous phenomena. The phoenix wings on Wei Lin's sides glowed, unleashing sword beams. Clearly, at this level of mastery, it was no longer just a mere fist technique; divine abilities manifested spontaneously.

Clang, clang, clang! The phoenix wings glowed, and sword qi surged, erupting in the void as they collided with the brilliant energy beam unleashed by Chu Feng's fist. The spectacle was utterly astounding. With sizzling sounds, several distant mountain peaks, like melting ice and snow, were eroded by the energy and vanished, completely annihilated! These mountains were not part of Kunlun but external peaks, without the protection of a force field. They simply evaporated from existence, a strange and terrifying sight. Wei Lin and Chu Feng had only just engaged, yet their power was so dreadful that mountains dissolved into showers of light, erased from the world!

Chu Feng swung his fist, imbued with immense pressure and surging vital energy. He moved like a divine king traversing the mortal realm, his entire body radiating blinding light, his fist imprint seemingly crushing the heavens. He had unleashed the Purple Qi East-Coming Fist. The battle had begun, exceptionally fierce!

"Hmph!" At this moment, Wei Xuan sneered. Confident in her brother, she glanced at the battlefield, then a cold smile touched her lips as she led the Xilin Clan members directly towards Zhou Quan and the others. "My brother is right. Descendants of failures, a bunch of pathetic worms, mere trash fish—just wipe them all out. This home planet will be purer, and my Xilin Clan will dominate everything. All of you, go to hell!" Wei Xuan was remarkably beautiful, but her voice was utterly cold.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... She led the Xilin Clan forward in a lethal and decisive assault, not merely to slaughter Zhou Quan and his group, but also to disrupt Chu Feng's state of mind, causing him to underperform and be killed sooner.

With a raised hand, the elder from Mount Wangwu Secret Realm conjured a black tortoise shell. It transformed into a massive shield, radiating dark light downwards, directly protecting everyone beneath it. Concurrently, the old woman from Mount Zhongnan Secret Realm, with a raise of her hand, unleashed a purple crystal that emitted blinding lightning, whistling as it hurtled towards the Xilin Clan.

"Quick, retreat!" Wei Xuan suddenly cried out, her expression drastically changing. Her hair stood on end as she led the Xilin Clan members to rapidly flee into the distance. The purple crystal exploded violently behind them, instantly unleashing hundreds of lightning beams, their energy horrifyingly immense.

"Ah..." Two Xilin evolvers screamed, unable to escape, and were instantly blown to pieces, dying horribly in mid-air. Nearby, mountains collapsed, and dust billowed skyward. This scene stunned everyone. A purple crystal casually thrown by a native Earth evolver was so terrifying that it instantly annihilated two Visualization-level evolvers.

"Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder!" Wei Xuan's face was ashen. Standing at a safe distance, she turned back with the remaining Xilin Clan members, her beautiful face contorted with murderous intent. The so-called Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder was a secret treasure refined by powerful cultivators during their tribulation, storing the might of heavenly lightning in mysterious purple crystal material. Generally, only exceptionally gifted individuals could afford to be distracted to refine Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder during their tribulation. The Xilin Clan naturally also possessed Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder, left behind by their own peerless talents during their tribulations. Unfortunately, they were difficult to transport across realms, liable to explode with the slightest mishap. Wei Xuan hadn't expected that such items still existed on the declining Earth. The 'trash fish' and 'pathetic worms' she spoke of had immediately given her a bloody lesson, blowing up two Visualization-level talents of the Xilin Clan.

"Haha..." Zhou Quan burst into laughter. He had come with a surge of passion, fearless of death, to cheer Chu Feng on. He hadn't realized that this group from the secret realms were actually formidable individuals; though unafraid of danger, they certainly hadn't come to die. They had confidence and methods.

"You are all dead! How dare you harm my Xilin Clan's talents, a group of mere trash fish, your deaths are not worth pitying!" Wei Xuan's beautiful face was etched with a chilling malevolence. She led her group to disperse, preparing for a hunt. However, this time they were much more cautious and circumspect, not charging in directly.

"Princess Wei Xuan, allow me to assist you!" someone from the Mechanical Race offered. Even Mechanical Vajra's eyes glinted with divine light, indicating his intent to act.

"Who are the trash fish? Who are the pathetic worms? You wolf-hearted, dog-lunged clan have nothing to be proud of. Go die, all of you!" The old woman who had just thrown the Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder shouted defiantly, completely unafraid, with a sense of exultation.

"Kill them!" At this moment, Mechanical Vajra commanded his subordinates to assist.

"Princess Wei Xuan, we too shall assist!" someone from Fangzhang Island called out. With a rustle, over a dozen individuals stepped forward and followed. Seeing this, the people from Penglai and Yingzhou exchanged glances, then also stepped forward and followed.

Chu Feng, who had just begun fighting Wei Lin, instantly shot out chilling, dazzling rays of light from his eyes. Never had he wanted to kill more. The Xilin Clan deserved to be executed, the Mechanical Race should be slain, and Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou deserved utter annihilation! His entire body radiated layers of golden light, vital energy surging sky-high. He erupted with his strongest power, like a deity, breaking through the Xilin Divine Son's obstruction and charging directly towards them. In his hand appeared a great halberd. With a *crack*, it instantly cleaved a Mechanical Race member in two. The great halberd danced, bisecting a Xilin Clan talent at the waist, blood splattering everywhere.

"And you!" he roared, sweeping his halberd, charging towards the groups from Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou. On the spot, three individuals were ripped open by him, shattered into large mists of blood under the Heavenly Halberd's Nine Forms.

"Seeking death!" the Xilin Divine Son snarled, rapidly giving chase, unleashing the Heavenly Phoenix Fist from behind, striking towards Chu Feng's back. At the same time, Mechanical Vajra personally intervened, suddenly attacking. A gleaming heavenly blade appeared in his hand, chopping down vertically at Chu Feng. The instant Chu Feng turned, his great halberd clashed with the heavenly blade, creating dazzling light, with thousands of gleaming blade qi scattering outwards. Simultaneously, with his other hand, he formed a fist seal and collided with the Xilin Divine Son's fist. In that very instant, he clashed with two master-level opponents at once.

"Chu Feng, don't be distracted! Are we afraid of them? Kill!" At this moment, the old woman from Mount Zhongnan Secret Realm shouted, and with a flick of her hand, she incredibly unleashed two Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunders. This instantly made everyone's scalp tingle; it was simply too extravagant.

"Boom!"

"Ah..."

Two Mechanical Race members were blasted into pieces, metal fragments sparking with electricity, a terrifying sight. Another Xilin Clan member was utterly pulverized. This was because the Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder possessed immense power and an extremely wide area of effect. No one had expected that she still had such items in her possession. Wei Xuan was nearly driven mad. Even the Xilin Clan wouldn't be so extravagant. Who would waste such treasures, not even attacking themselves, but purely relying on these priceless secret artifacts?

"You can't take it with you when you die! We may not have much else, but we have a whole basket of these things. If you're not afraid to die, then come and get it!" the old woman shouted.