Chapter 545: Westlin Tribe Is Just Like This

Deep in the cosmos, on the planet where the Xilin Clan resided, a chilling atmosphere prevailed. No one could accept the outcome; their Divine Son was bleeding, utterly outmatched.

Meanwhile, on Earth, at West Lake in Hangzhou.

After the great changes on Earth, the lake's water had become crystal clear, sparkling like a sapphire, and its area had expanded more than a hundredfold. Now, waves crashed against the sky, sending turquoise spray high into the heavens, as if the sea itself were surging violently, threatening to evaporate.

"Ah..." Wei Lin roared in fury, covered in blood. The battle had reached its climax, and the outcome was clear: he was no match for Chu Feng and was on the verge of disintegrating.

The fierce struggle was filled with dazzling energy!

Wei Lin was extremely unwilling to die. He had fled all the way from Mount Kunlun to West Lake in the eastern region, yet he still couldn't shake off Chu Feng. He had mastered the Divine Foot Teleportation, but his opponent had cultivated the Heaven's Edge Within Reach ability, making them equally matched in speed.

Boom! Wei Lin fought desperately. With no escape, he had to make a last stand; begging for mercy was futile, and the Xilin Clan would never forgive him anyway. In an instant, his peerless painting reappeared.

Nine suns blazed across the sky, too dazzling, burning fiercely as if to evaporate the now spiritually rich West Lake. Each sun harbored a phoenix, which, with a surge of energy, emerged into existence! Beneath the nine suns were countless active volcanoes, with lava flowing like a vast, turbulent sea. This painting was terrifying, imbued with an apocalyptic aura.

"Still using that move?!" Chu Feng remained calm, naturally unfazed by Wei Lin's tactic.

"Kill!" Wei Lin roared. At that moment, his actions were peculiar. The peerless painting, crafted from his lifeblood as paper and his spirit as pigment, suddenly lifted away from him and flew towards Chu Feng. Then, it began to burn, threatening to explode entirely.

Chu Feng was surprised, and the faces of those from beyond the domain also changed dramatically. This Wei Lin was utterly ruthless; not only was he merciless to his enemies, but he was also equally brutal to himself. With extreme decisiveness, he intended to destroy the painting to break through.

Boom, boom, boom! The painting exploded with tremendous force. This was a portion of Wei Lin's Dao fruit, yet he sacrificed it without hesitation, detonating the painting. For him, this would undoubtedly cause severe damage to his vital essence, leaving his Dao fruit incomplete. Even recovering in the future would be incredibly difficult, potentially severing his path of evolution. However, to survive, he did so without hesitation, aiming to gravely injure Chu Feng, either killing or wounding him, and thus carve a bloody path out.

Boom! Chu Feng didn't hesitate; his own painting quickly unfurled. This was an illusion intertwined with him, depicting scenes and even living beings with lifelike vividness. Within those hundred stars, there were living beings and various terrifying sights.

In a flash, Wei Lin finally saw clearly, understanding everything. Because of the close proximity, when he saw what truly lay within the hundred stars, he felt a chill permeate his entire body, sending shivers down his spine. Some stars contained golden paper, which was the Wordless Heavenly Scripture. Others held pools of chaotic springs and green lotuses. Still others featured phoenixes building nests and singing melodiously. And in some stars, various divine swords, spears, and halberds streaked across the sky, piercing through one planet after another... He felt a chill from head to toe. Those were the hundred strongest stars reflecting all heavens, the outlines of forbidden figures, all astonishingly condensed by Chu Feng into his painting.

In the end, even after detonating his own painting, he couldn't faze Chu Feng. Vast areas of active volcanoes and seas of lava exploded, and the nine golden suns with their phoenixes burned, all utterly destroyed. Yet, in that area, Chu Feng stood unwavering, glowing within the storm, enveloped by his own painting, remaining intact. At that moment, it was as if time flowed and years passed, but he remained unchanged, standing tall in the air, fearless of a thousand impacts and ten thousand erosions.

In the starry sky, everyone rubbed their eyes hard, still unable to clearly see what kind of painting it was; it was too blurry and vanished in an instant. "Damn it, it was too hazy and too fast! Let me get a good look!" many complained resentfully.

"Ah..." Wei Lin shrieked miserably. After losing his painting, he was in unbearable agony, as if a part of his body and soul had been torn away, and excruciating pain coursed through him. However, he couldn't afford to dwell on this suffering; instead, he desperately fled, attempting to escape.

However, Chu Feng burst forth, his face slightly pale. Even though he hadn't been swallowed by the self-destructive energy, he had still taken a certain impact. Nevertheless, he was largely unharmed and gave chase. His own painting quickly retracted because using such an invincible painting consumed an immense amount of energy. He didn't want to kill Wei Lin only to be severely depleted himself and then ambushed by others taking advantage of his weakened state.

He launched a punch, and Wei Lin's body ahead trembled violently, covered in cracks, like a delicate porcelain object on the verge of shattering. "No!" he cried, pouring a can of golden liquid into his mouth to repair his injured body and prevent immediate disintegration.

"Damn you, how dare you use my spoils of war!" Chu Feng roared in anger. He knew without a doubt that an incredibly rare and precious elixir had been consumed. He unleashed the Resonance Art!

Ahead, Wei Lin's cracks had just disappeared, and his body was glowing, gradually healing. But now he was struck hard once again. Even though he was dodging and resisting, it was of little use. Chu Feng was determined to kill him, his figure like lightning, relentlessly pursuing him as the Resonance Art continuously assailed him.

Puff, puff, puff... Wei Lin couldn't escape. Multiple parts of his body exploded; first, his right arm turned into a mist of blood, then his left calf disintegrated inch by inch, as if annihilating. This scene was terrifying; Wei Lin's body collapsed from the inside out in many places, and he faced a life-or-death calamity.

"I hate it! How could I lose to you!?" he roared, filled with extreme unwillingness and overwhelming shame and indignation. Because he was of the Xilin Clan! He could lose to anyone, but not to an aboriginal from this planet!

For him, this was the greatest setback, bringing him to the brink of despair and utter despondency. Before the battle, he had been full of confidence, proposing with a young god to hold a grand event, drawing the attention of the entire world, and now everyone in the starry sky was watching.

What was the outcome? Instead of witnessing the glory of the Xilin Clan, it was a crushing defeat, an immense humiliation. Under the gaze of countless spectators, he was utterly crushed by a native of Earth, suffering a complete and undisputed rout. He had once said that this grand event signified the Xilin Clan's return to glory, a splendid beginning. Yet, at this moment, all that remained was profound humiliation.

"Ah..." he roared and howled, his heart filled with resentment and immense rage. Years ago, the Xilin army had betrayed their home planet, with the entire clan rebelling. Now, returning with the intention of retaking control, they were instead tasting such bitter fruit.

"Kill!" In his final struggle, he let out a furious roar, unleashing all the weapons and secret treasures on his person, which streaked through the air towards Chu Feng like countless bolts of lightning.

"Imprison!" However, Chu Feng's soft cry filled him with despair, yet it made the eyes of those from beyond the domain widen in astonishment. From West Lake, radiant profound magnetic energy surged forth, transforming into symbols that wove together to form a crystalline, almost transparent furnace. It drew Wei Lin and all his weapons inside, where they began to be refined.

From beyond the domain, people gasped in shock! "A Field Master!" "By heavens, this isn't just any Field Master; it's a Field Master who possesses terrifying heritage and formidable offensive power!" Some exclaimed, utterly astonished. This was because Chu Feng was directly manipulating the field energy beneath West Lake, harnessing the power of famous mountains and great rivers for his own use. Such a method was beyond the capabilities of ordinary field researchers. This one technique alone made him no less powerful than a top-tier figure at the Contemplation level!

The profound magnetic energy surged, forming the Profound Magnetic Furnace, sealing Wei Lin and his weapons within it, refining them in front of everyone.

"So this is the Xilin Clan? A whole major realm above me, yet utterly defeated. Nothing special!" Chu Feng's words were like a slap across the Xilin Clan's face. Deep in the cosmos, on the planet occupied by the Xilin Clan, many young people roared in indignation at that moment. This was a profound humiliation, but what could they do? In truth, their Divine Son was indeed inferior to that 'Demon Chu' from the fallen land.

If they continued to disdain Chu Feng now, they would only be deceiving themselves!

"You can lose to anyone, but how could you lose to an Earth evolver!" Even some of the Xilin Clan's prominent figures were roaring and shouting in low tones. Years ago, they had betrayed their home planet, and though each of them was cold-blooded and ruthless, they always harbored a knot in their hearts that they preferred not to confront. Many years later, they believed themselves to be the strongest, and that the mixed-blood descendants of those failures could not possibly be a match for their own lineage.

"Isn't the Xilin Clan very strong? How could they lose so miserably? They're reputed to be one of the most talented races in the cosmos, yet today their Divine Son was beaten half to death by a native from the planet of their bloodline's origin. Hmm, truly unexpected." "The Xilin Clan suffered a massive defeat. Their Saints must be unwilling to accept it, their faces probably green with rage. Their carefully cultivated successor is not even as capable as a wild young man who grew up on his own in a fallen land. How can they bear such humiliation?" In the starry sky, various races were discussing and lamenting.

"Let him go!" Outside Earth, a Golden Arhat shouted, transmitting his voice to Chu Feng. He was a powerhouse of the Xilin Clan.

"Go to hell!" Chu Feng retorted directly.

Then, with a soft cry, he moved his hands, and above West Lake, the divine furnace glowed. Cracking sounds emanated from within as numerous secret treasures fractured and then shattered. Next, Wei Lin began to disintegrate, breaking into pieces. He was howling in agony, trying to struggle but unable to do so.

Whoosh! However, something remained undestroyed during this process: a spatial bracelet. A sparkling spatial stone, secured by a chain, shot out and landed in Chu Feng's hand. Although he hated the Xilin Clan, he didn't want to destroy their good items.

"Let go of my brother!" Wei Xuan finally arrived, panting heavily, standing above West Lake, her eyes wide with fury. Behind her were over a dozen other Xilin Clan members.

"All of you, die!" Chu Feng said coldly. In the sky, the divine furnace instantly blazed with dazzling light. Inside, Wei Lin exploded with a bang, then was refined into ashes, his form and spirit utterly annihilated.

Then, streaks of profound magnetic light flew up one after another, reconstructing the divine furnace, preparing to draw Wei Xuan and the others inside.

At this point, many other Divine Sons and Saintesses also arrived, having pursued Chu Feng from Mount Kunlun, intending to collectively attack him and stop his actions.

"Who can stop me?!" Boom! The Profound Magnetic Divine Furnace glowed, reconstructing once more, and drew in several Xilin Clan geniuses, immediately beginning to burn and refine them.

As for Chu Feng himself, he moved with extreme speed, unleashing the Resonance Art as he charged towards Wei Xuan. They fought fiercely, and during the battle, Chu Feng's painting unfolded once, breaking through his opponent's Contemplation-level techniques.

Finally, Chu Feng seized Wei Xuan's fair neck, capturing her alive. Then, he looked towards the domain beyond and declared, "Xilin Clan, you are utterly pathetic!"