Chapter 556: Crushing

The Yellow Ox, despite its small and seemingly delicate frame, was remarkably refined and beautiful. Its golden hair fluttered down to its waist, and its eyes sparkled with the soulful brilliance of gems.

Yet, this child was about to confront Luo Yi, the Young God of the Celestial Race!

"Is there no one left on this planet? It truly has fallen," Luo Yi scoffed, laughing briefly before his face turned icier. "To send a child to fight me... haha, you're asking for death!" He mocked Earth, claiming it had no worthy opponents.

With a loud boom, Chu Feng shot into the sky like a supersonic bomber. He was worried about the Yellow Ox, fearing something might happen to it.

At the same time, Ouyang Feng ascended, glaring sideways. From a distance, he aggressively taunted Luo Yi, the Young God of the Celestial Race: "Blondie, stop acting so high and mighty! Get over here now! Your grandpa is ready to slap you dead!"

This was a blatant challenge, a declaration to fight Luo Yi to the very end.

The Young God of the Celestial Race was deeply annoyed. He had previously sent out the divine son of the Black Swan Race specifically to mock Ouyang Feng, the toad, but who would have thought Ouyang Feng would be so brutal as to actually win?

Luo Yi's eyes gleamed, and with a cold expression, he said, "Do all three of you wish to attack at once? I can give you that opportunity. Come!"

"Don't act like such a big shot! Your grandpa could drown you with a single mouthful of spit!" Ouyang Feng retorted.

Many people felt that might actually be the truth, given how potent Ouyang Feng's "spit" was.

"Alright, stop arguing, let me fight him!" the Yellow Ox said, its voice tender but resolute, as it insisted on confronting the Young God of the Celestial Race.

"Yes, absolutely no problem!" At that moment, the Big Black Ox arrived, standing on a decaying battleship, and directed the Yellow Ox, Chu Feng, and the others to board it as well.

The Big Black Ox agreed, allowing the Yellow Ox to enter the fray.

Then, the Big Black Ox added, "But we can't start the fight like this. We must first destroy his war chariot, so he has no escape vehicle. And most importantly, why should he be so arrogant, looking down on us? We'll knock him down from the clouds first, and make him roll three times in the mud!"

"Big Black Ox is so thoughtful!" Ouyang Feng vehemently agreed. "Exactly! I've been annoyed by that blondie for a while. He looks somewhat like me, I guess, a bit handsome, but does he really need to constantly radiate golden light? I can't stand people who show off like that!"

Luo Yi felt as if he had swallowed a fly upon hearing this. He couldn't stand it; what kind of vision did that toad have, and where did he get the confidence to claim they looked alike? It was sheer overconfidence!

Across the cosmos, on the Primal Beast Platform, a crowd roared with laughter.

"The Young God is really handsome, just like Ouyang Feng!"

"Damn, that toad is too confident! I feel bad for Luo Yi for three seconds... and then he decisively admits that Ouyang Feng does have a point, haha!"

It was rare to see the Young God of the Celestial Race targeted and publicly provoked repeatedly, and many on the Primal Beast Platform joined in the commotion.

Meanwhile, on Earth, at Kunlun.

"Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw! How is the Young God of the Celestial Race handsome? He's not handsome at all! He can't compare to Ouyang. At best, he's on my level, no more praise for him," the Old Donkey joined the mockery, needling Luo Yi.

"Kill!"

The Young God of the Celestial Race roared, standing on his war chariot. Dazzling divine light radiated from his body, and surging golden vital energy enveloped him.

In an instant, he became incredibly fearsome, like a true deity. His golden hair whipped wildly as he brandished a dazzling longsword, slashing forward.

He intended to kill, his eyes radiating a chilling intent!

The golden longsword was exceptionally brilliant, emitting ten thousand rays of golden light that seemed capable of tearing apart the sky and cleaving the Kunlun Mountains.

"Nothing more to say, kill!" the Big Black Ox declared, ordering several battleships to open fire simultaneously, barraging the Celestial Race war chariot.

*Bang, bang, bang...*

The decaying battleships collided heavily with the war chariot.

Unfortunately for Luo Yi, there was only one war chariot, while there were ten undead battleships. Even with just five of them attacking, the former saint's vehicle began to shake and crack, unable to withstand the assault.

"Two more!" the Big Black Ox commanded.

Only three battleships remained in mid-air, monitoring the divine sons and daughters on the ground to prevent their escape. Each decaying battleship carried over a thousand undead creatures.

Even more undead creatures were on the ground, fiercely battling the divine sons and daughters from other realms at the Contemplation level within the Kunlun Mountains!

In the sky, the dazzling golden sword light was dispersed by a wave of dark energy, which then caused dense cracks to appear on the war chariot. These were old wounds from years past, now splitting open anew.

Seven undead battleships pressed their assault, and the dark light they emitted surged violently.

Ultimately, even the Young God of the Celestial Race was in a sorry state. His war chariot was on the verge of disintegration, and the faces of his elite generals beside him had also changed.

Beside Luo Yi, a woman cried out, "Stop! The Young God wishes to fight you fairly! Are you afraid?!"

"Fair fight my ass! Luo Yi brought all these divine sons and daughters to hunt down my brother Chu Feng! What fair duel are you talking about? First, we'll knock him down, and let this so-called 'Heaven's favored child' roll in the mud!"

In the sky, the war chariot disintegrated, with parts of its frame breaking off and plummeting.

Then, ornaments and other components on the chariot were also shattered by the massive explosions.

*Boom!*

The next moment was even more dire: fragments of mystic gold flew everywhere as the war chariot completely disintegrated and broke apart.

The Young God of the Celestial Race coughed blood as he fell from the shattered chariot. He and his remaining generals plummeted towards the ground; the sky had become too perilous with the decaying battleships' relentless bombardment.

The damaged war chariot, discarded by a saint in ancient times, had been completely torn to pieces by the orders of the descendant ox.

At this point, Ouyang Feng and the Yellow Ox were both champing at the bit, eager to dive down and fight the Young God. They were keen to gauge the true strength of a direct descendant from one of the so-called top ten races.

However, the Big Black Ox did not relent. "Keep firing!" he commanded. "We hold the absolute advantage; why should we stop? Let's blast that so-called Young God until he's half-dead first!"

The Old Donkey strongly agreed, exclaiming admiringly, "Exactly! We should be this shameless... no, I mean, this brilliant!"

Then, wave after wave of dark light shot downwards. The scene was terrifying and utterly daunting, with all attacks aimed directly at Luo Yi.

"You are too shameless! Didn't you say you'd fight fairly once the war chariot was destroyed? Why aren't you stopping?!" a woman beside Luo Yi furiously shouted.

Ordinarily, she would never utter such words, disdaining any form of debate or compromise, always maintaining absolute dominance.

"Your grandpa Ox just wants to teach you a lesson, so what are you going to do about it?!" the Big Black Ox retorted. He was estimating the time, fearing that the battleships might suddenly be recalled by Immortal Mountain.

Therefore, he decisively commanded, "Keep firing!"

*Boom!*

Dark light burst forth!

"Ah..." The Young God of the Celestial Race screamed, his hair disheveled and his mouth full of bloody foam as he endured heavy blows.

With a crack, a powerful scroll he held was torn to shreds. It had originally been an astonishing secret treasure.

Then, when the dark light struck again, a tower Luo Yi had just conjured above his head was hit, covered in cracks, and subsequently exploded.

At this moment, Luo Yi was in a dire state. One terrifying secret treasure after another on his person was consumed or destroyed, and he stumbled, his body already heavily wounded.

On the ground, the other divine sons and daughters were utterly shocked by this sight. That was the Young God of the Celestial Race, always high and mighty; when had he ever been so utterly disgraced?

They could hardly imagine that a direct descendant of the Celestial Race could be in such a miserable state, being bombarded and potentially losing his life.

Beside Luo Yi, one of his capable generals nearly had half his body explode. After being swept by the dark light, he was sent flying sideways.

"It's over! How can we fight now? We can't even break out!"

The other divine sons and daughters were utterly disheartened. If even the Young God was in such a state, being "specially targeted," who could possibly lead them to break through?

On the battleship, Chu Feng, the Big Black Ox, and the others discussed their next move, then had the Old Donkey announce: "Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw! Lay down your weapons and you will not be killed! Those who surrender shall live; those who resist shall die!"

They offered surrender terms during the battle, aiming to demoralize the divine sons and daughters and plunge them deeper into fear and despair.

"Fairy Qin!" someone cried out, appealing for help from Qin Luoyin of the Great Dream Pure Land.

Currently, the people from the Great Dream Pure Land remained uninvolved, neither attacking nor being attacked. A dazzling blue carriage lay positioned nearby.

Immediately, Chu Feng released Luo Miaoxiang from his spatial bottle, making her his maid. Instantly, the Great Dream Pure Land remained silent and ignored the plea for help.

In the distance, the Young God of the Celestial Race was hit again. A cauldron he had conjured exploded, leaving him covered in blood.

By this point, all the divine sons and daughters were in dismay. Who could have foreseen such an outcome? They had arrived with great fanfare, only to be ambushed and hunted themselves!

"Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw! Hold your heads and squat over here! Surrender, and you won't be killed!" the Old Donkey called out.

Nearly twenty thousand undead creatures were battling on the ground, encircling the divine sons and daughters. Many had already been severely wounded, some killed, and others captured alive. The situation was growing increasingly dire.

Finally, someone could no longer bear it and completely broke down, shouting aloud their willingness to surrender.

One surrender quickly led to another; such things were contagious. In moments, dozens of divine sons and daughters, unable to withstand the pressure, loudly declared their willingness to bow their heads and admit defeat.

"You!" The Young God of the Celestial Race suddenly looked up, blood foam at the corner of his mouth. His gaze was chilling, and dazzling light shot from his golden pupils.

Seeing this situation, he was naturally furious.

He was the mastermind behind this descent, leading this group of divine sons and daughters across realms. Now, the situation had completely collapsed, spiraling beyond his control – a total and utter defeat!

Before long, over seventy divine sons and daughters had completely bowed their heads, expressing their willingness to submit.

Anyone witnessing this knew that the tide had irrevocably turned.

Of course, a portion of them continued to fight fiercely, resisting to the very end in a desperate struggle for survival.

"Then let us fulfill your wish!" the Big Black Ox declared, ordering a decaying battleship to fire. A surge of dark light directly annihilated a very powerful divine son, leaving no trace of his body or spirit.

The others felt their bodies turn cold, their hearts sinking in despair. They knew they had stumbled today, and fallen completely.

At this point, over a hundred divine sons and daughters had surrendered, each displaying a look of shame. The tide had truly turned, and they simply didn't want to die.

"Ah..."

The Young God of the Celestial Race roared, his golden hair wildly disheveled, as if he had succumbed to madness. He was overcome with fury. Then, a streak of dark light struck him, sending him flying sideways again, spitting large mouthfuls of blood.

Just then, the Yellow Ox moved. It no longer wished to listen to the Big Black Ox, feeling there was no need to wait any longer; it wanted to fight the Young God of the Celestial Race.

"I yearn for this battle, to temper myself!" This was the Yellow Ox's thought. Despite its delicate and beautiful appearance, its actions now showed not an ounce of weakness.

The Yellow Ox directly pursued Luo Yi, who had been sent flying by the dark light, and began punching, striking hard.

In that instant, people from all sides gasped in shock. The small fist emitted dazzling light, striking the still-flying Young God of the Celestial Race and sending him soaring even higher, covered in blood.

Throughout the cosmos, people were buzzing with discussion.

"What?"

"The Young God is flying... he was just knocked flying by a beautiful child!"

On Earth, at Kunlun.

After discussing, Chu Feng, the Big Black Ox, the Northeast Tiger, and the Old Donkey decided to make a formal announcement to the starry sky.

"Attention! Pre-sales for divine sons and daughters are now open across the entire universe! If you're interested, hurry and place your orders!"

As soon as these words were uttered, the Kunlun Mountains fell silent, and in the starry sky, countless beings were stunned. A large-scale auction of divine sons and daughters was imminent?

"Divine sons and daughters: pre-orders are now open across the entire universe! Come and get them!"