Chapter 553: Not Picky

Ouyang Feng was like a silent terror. The moment he appeared, everyone else scattered. In an instant, his surroundings were empty; divine sons fled, and saintesses screamed. On the green grassland in front of Kunlun Lake, only he and the old donkey remained.

"I haven't even made a move, and you're already fleeing. Truly pathetic, you disappoint me. Of course, this also demonstrates my supreme power, which pleases me greatly."

Ouyang Feng wore an incredibly arrogant and smug expression.

Many who heard him wanted to punch him in the face. This guy was utterly shameless; how could he say such things? If it weren't for your spittle raining down, who would bother dodging?

"Bah, just a toad! With a few golden stripes, do you think you're a Three-legged Golden Toad?!"

The toad immediately grew indignant and retorted, "What do you know? A pure-blooded Three-legged Golden Toad is merely a sub-divine beast. I am a god, understand? Destined to become a God-King!"

"Toad, you deserve to die!"

Another person spoke up, dripping wet and with hair bristling in anger, pointing at Ouyang Feng. He had clearly been hit by something just moments before.

The reason he only now harbored animosity towards Ouyang Feng was that he had been in a state of near-insanity. As a germaphobe, he was almost driven mad, frantically wiping and rinsing himself with water.

He had never imagined that an opponent would spray large amounts of liquid when speaking. It was simply... unbearable, shocking him into a furious rage.

Ouyang Feng's expression instantly darkened. "How dare you! A mere divine son dares to challenge me?!"

Such a tone left many speechless. A divine son, evolved to the visualization realm, was one of the top young talents on any planet, yet he was disdainfully dismissed as a "mere divine son."

"A toad yawning—what big talk!" someone scoffed.

Ouyang Feng was displeased, his face darkening slightly. "It seems if I don't act, you won't understand the majesty of a God-King. Today, I'll subdue a few of you to spread my supreme name throughout the world."

Although his words clearly invited a beating, he spoke them with utmost seriousness and solemnity, as if he were truly a young God-King in a moment of passionate fervor.

"Toad, prepare to die!" The divine son drenched in spittle was the first to charge, acting decisively. He had truly had enough, infuriated by this smug creature.

At the same time, another divine son stepped forward, also intending to attack—the one who had just mocked the toad for its grand talk—hoping to seize the opportunity to take him down.

They were extremely wary of Chu Feng and dared not fight him one-on-one, but they paid no mind to those around him, as they had never heard of them.

On this planet, only Chu Feng's battle record was terrifying; other beings were currently unknown!

"Boom!"

The toad charged forward, engaging the drenched divine son and striking first. Though in the form of a toad, it stood upright, swinging its arms and continuously unleashing divine palms. The dazzling light illuminated the sky.

The sight was somewhat terrifying. Its moves were simple and direct—a typical "Toad Palm," striking forward!

Everyone stared, dumbfounded. This toad was incredibly fierce; it had one foot in the visualization realm, not yet fully entered, yet it could contend with powerhouses of that level.

*Thud...*

The germaphobic divine son, covered in spittle, was struck as if by lightning. In this fierce and powerful confrontation, he was directly shaken, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood. The skin between his thumb and forefinger split, his arms convulsed, then cracked, becoming covered in bloodstains.

The Toad Heaven Art was extraordinarily fierce. This was just the start of the battle, yet it nearly shattered the man!

Finally, Ouyang Feng delivered a powerful strike, causing the man to bleed from all seven orifices. His body swayed, then completely slumped, unconscious.

Ouyang Feng captured him alive and threw him to the old donkey.

Then, he spun around and charged back, heading for the other divine son who had intended to attack but then hesitated.

Ouyang Feng leaped in mid-air, his toad body gleaming with golden light. This aerial maneuver was a typical frog leap; he covered the distance in a single bound, swinging both palms forward to strike.

"The Arrogant Dragon Regrets!"

When Ouyang Feng turned and pounced back, he clearly used "Toad Palm," but glorified it as "The Arrogant Dragon Regrets!" His shamelessness was unparalleled.

"Kill!"

The divine son met the attack, instantly unfolding an extraordinary visualized scene, transforming himself into a Peng bird—a heaven-defying divine beast he had envisioned.

Unfortunately, under the might of Ouyang Feng, who glowed all over with various divine birds and sacred beasts appearing behind him, the divine son met a tragic fate.

Ouyang Feng only used a small portion of his visualized scene—all divine birds and sacred beasts, from true dragons to Kunpeng, boundless in their terror, inundating the area.

The divine son coughed blood and was suppressed.

In a brief moment, Ouyang Feng captured two divine sons alive, throwing them both to the ground. He looked forward arrogantly and declared, "Is there anyone else? Let's have a good fight today!"

In the Kunlun Mountains, silence reigned.

A group of divine sons and saintesses were stunned. This was just the beginning, and two divine sons had already been captured. Where did that golden-striped toad come from? Its strength was somewhat demonic!

Behind them, Chu Feng knew best just how strong Ouyang Feng was. He was once a formidable opponent who could challenge and fiercely contend with Chu Feng himself. After a period of tempering in the Indestructible Mountain, he had naturally become even more powerful.

Most importantly, Ouyang Feng had divine blood flowing through him; he was a true descendant of a divine beast!

"Son, oh son, I told you to provoke!" The old donkey looked down at the two captives, then lifted a leg and kicked each of them with a hoof. The pain jolted them awake from their unconsciousness.

"So painful. Why does my head feel like it's been kicked by a donkey and is about to split open?" The drenched divine son muttered, still not fully awake, speaking these words.

The other divine son saw stars and hadn't recovered either, saying, "Yes, my scalp hurts terribly too, as if I've been kicked by a donkey."

In the distance, everyone was speechless. The many divine sons and saintesses wore strange expressions, feeling immense sympathy for the two.

"Damn it, you dare to discriminate against me?! I'll fight you!" The old donkey was indignant and lashed out directly, kicking each of them on the forehead.

"Ah..."

"Ah!"

The two divine sons shrieked. Their foreheads immediately swelled up with large bumps, and blood flowed, disfiguring them.

Furthermore, they saw even more stars and almost fainted again. However, they managed to endure, keeping their eyes open, staring with immense indignation at the one who had just kicked them.

The old donkey ignored them, turning to flatter Ouyang Feng. "For truly distinguished figures, one must look to the present! God-King Ouyang, mighty and dashing!"

Ouyang Feng stood upright, his toad belly protruding, hands clasped behind his back. When he smiled, his wide mouth stretched to his ears, appearing to accept the praise with complete composure.

Damn it! Facing them, the group of divine sons and saintesses truly couldn't stand the sight of the two.

"I ask all heroes under heaven, who dares to fight me?" The toad stood there supremely arrogant, its large eyes bulging, looking up at the sky, presenting an arrogant chin to everyone.

Yet, even with his head held high, spittle still sprayed from his mouth. The germaphobic divine son on the ground shrieked, once again drenched all over.

The other divine son on the ground was also filled with grief and indignation, clutching his head and covering his face, unable to bear it.

"Hmph!"

At that moment, the young god of the Celestial Race let out a cold snort, then stepped forward. The most powerful divine sons and saintesses accompanying him also moved, their emitted aura terrifying enough to make the surrounding mountains tremble.

At the same time, Chu Feng, Big Black Ox, Northeast Tiger, and others also stepped forward together, pressing onward, showing no weakness.

Simultaneously, Yellow Ox blew a white conch shell. Amidst the dull and desolate wailing sound, it was as if the war horn of the ancient heavenly court had sounded once more.

Ten nearly rotten large ships moved, obeying the horn's command. They advanced abreast, swooping close to confront the hundreds of foreign divine sons and saintesses, led by the young god of the Celestial Race.

At this moment, a large group of foreign saintesses at the visualization realm were awestruck. Today's outcome far exceeded their expectations; they had originally come to hunt, but who could have foreseen such a massive swarm of undead beings?

"Luo Yi, come fight!" Chu Feng spoke, directly challenging the young god of the Celestial Race.

"You are not worthy!" Luo Yi's expression was indifferent. He stood tall and imposing, his golden hair fluttering, enveloped in a dazzling ball of light, appearing exceptionally divine and mighty!

At the same time, he was arrogant and conceited, refusing Chu Feng's challenge, utterly cold, believing no one here was worthy of his attention.

"What's with the pretense?" Before Chu Feng could speak, the old donkey challenged, "Son, oh son, if you've got the guts, come try your hand! I promise I won't kill you!"

One should look at a scholar with new eyes after three days. The once spineless old donkey had now been influenced by Ouyang Feng, Big Black Ox, and others, becoming quite bold. Of course, this was currently limited to verbal bravado; if he were truly made to fight the young god, he would likely cower instantly.

"Young god, eh? Come here, I'll swat you dead with one slap!" Ouyang Feng eyed him askance, looking utterly brazen. Then, he pointed at all the divine sons and said, "Gentlemen, you are all my prey."

This was practically... mass mockery, challenging everyone, as if fearing there wouldn't be enough enemies in the world, maxing out their hatred.

This immediately ignited public anger, and many people began to reprimand them.

At this moment, Big Black Ox, dressed in a black suit, with slicked-back hair, black sunglasses, and a cigar dangling from his mouth, calmly spoke, "Today, I'll make the first declaration: do you want a group brawl or a one-on-one fight? You choose, and we'll see it through to the end!"

Although he had always been composed, his demeanor wasn't that of a strong figure of his race, but rather like a mob boss.

However, his words at this moment were indeed incredibly domineering and utterly confident, looking down upon the many foreign divine sons and saintesses; even the young god of the Celestial Race was an object of his disdain.

"You dare bully our brothers? Today, we're not done with you. We'll settle this slowly!" Big Black Ox declared, his tone imperious.

"Exactly! None of you will get away. We'll sell all of you later!" Northeast Tiger, also puffing on a cigar, sneered with his large, bell-like eyes.

Chu Feng realized there was nothing for him to do now. This group of brothers was remarkably confident, intending to handle all opponents without his intervention.

Behind them, Zhou Quan's blood was boiling. He felt both excited and thrilled. He had come prepared to die, but now he found that the situation had turned. Yellow Ox and Big Black Ox had brought an army, ready to counter-encircle the enemies.

In the distance, Qin Luoyin, the successor of the Great Dream Pure Land, who had not advanced, showed a strange expression, gazing intently at the scene.

The young god of the Celestial Race spoke, saying, "Yin Bo, capture them for me!"

He remained self-assured, not wishing to act personally, and instead ordered a silver-haired man beside him named Yin Bo, whose strength was exceptionally formidable and terrifying.

Upon hearing this, Yin Bo stepped forward with a faint smile.

He was tall and well-built, with long silver hair fluttering and radiating light. His entire body exuded astonishing energy fluctuations, and his face was etched with confidence and coldness.

Even Chu Feng frowned. This person was very strong, at the peak of the visualization realm; half a step further and he would be a being of another evolutionary level.

Ouyang Feng was quite interested, sensing the man's strength and wanting to fight him.

However, Big Black Ox grabbed him, stopping him from acting. Seeing Ouyang Feng about to object, Big Black Ox quickly covered his mouth to prevent him from speaking.

"Brother, rest for a bit. This guy isn't worth your effort. By the way, if you really want to talk, go spray that young god later!"

Even his own allies were afraid, worried about getting drenched.

"Damn it!" Ouyang Feng glared at him.

Big Black Ox remained calm, hands clasped behind his back, a cigar as thick as a carrot dangling from his mouth. He looked at the silver-haired Yin Bo and said, "Do you want a one-on-one fight or a group brawl? Choose yourself, I'm giving you a chance!"

His posture indeed carried the "air" of a peerless master!

"Ha, with just you lot, none of whom seem to have even entered the visualization realm, you want to duel me one-on-one? I look down on you!" Yin Bo was incredibly arrogant, his face full of confidence. This was, of course, deliberate, meant to show contempt for everyone and retaliate in kind.

This was because Ouyang Feng, the old donkey, Big Black Ox, and the others had been too ostentatious just moments before, greatly irritating the divine sons and saintesses.

His current behavior was a "repayment" in kind, a tit-for-tat response.

However, Big Black Ox paid no heed to this. With a serious expression, he said, "Are you serious about fighting everyone on our side by yourself?"

Yin Bo hesitated briefly, a slight indecision. Finally, his silver eyes glowed, and he nodded. "Naturally!"

Big Black Ox said, "Good, brave enough. Everyone, step back and leave a wide enough area to give him the chance to challenge all the kings!"

Then, he pulled Ouyang Feng and the old donkey, and gestured to Chu Feng and Northeast Tiger, who quickly retreated.

Yellow Ox understood and blew the snow-white conch. Immediately, a rotten large ship moved forward, and then... "Awoo! Roar! Moo!" The entire area erupted in a frenzy.

From that rotten large ship, two to three thousand undead beings, each howling and roaring, leaped down together. In an instant, they swarmed the area, and the silver-haired Yin Bo was no longer visible.

"Shameless!" some divine sons cried out after staring in stunned disbelief.

Was this how one challenged someone? A ship full of powerful undead beings, thousands of them—this was a legion, a human wave tactic.

Yin Bo roared in anger, absolutely furious. His original intention was to face Big Black Ox, Northeast Tiger, and Ouyang Feng alone, but the outcome... he was now in a tragic situation.

"Ah..." he bellowed in rage.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, thousands of glowing, powerful claws reached out. After all, these were once geniuses of the demon race who had entered the Indestructible Mountain, even if their trials ultimately failed.

Yellow Ox and Ouyang Feng's trials were currently considered successful, allowing them to summon undead beings whose strength did not exceed their own. This meant that the undead legion included visualization-level undead beings.

Such a massive swarm, all undead beings, would naturally not fear death. They plunged in like dumplings, crackling and popping, completely overwhelming the area.

"Ah..." Yin Bo roared, struggling to resist.

But it wasn't long before he was nearly torn to shreds, firmly seized by a group of undead beings and beaten until all his bones were broken. Then he was carried back and thrown at the feet of Big Black Ox, Chu Feng, and the others.

"So weak, huh? Next one, do you want a one-on-one fight or a group brawl?" Big Black Ox said calmly and nonchalantly, a cigar dangling from his mouth, taunting the crowd opposite him.

Was Yin Bo weak? He was a super powerhouse at the peak of the visualization realm. Unfortunately, he met the wrong people and unscrupulous opponents, and that was destined to be a tragedy.