Chapter 568: Yao Yao Challenges to a Duel

Sacrificing the true form of the Infernal Black Dragon seemed to summon a forbidden entity from the netherworld. After the black dragon was torn apart, golden light surged and descended from the sky.

Luo Hong reappeared, his aura completely transformed, as if a deity had been resurrected, crossing the ancient primordial lands, traversing dark ages, and arriving against the river of time.

"Roar..." Luo Hong let out a deep roar, lightning surging from his mouth and nostrils. That was his breath; every exhalation was thunder.

His entire body was bathed in dazzling light, truly like a god manifesting!

This was "God's Descent," a crucial legacy of his clan.

He absorbed and exhaled the surrounding energy, making the void rumble with each breath. The area rustled like a window screen, as if about to tear open.

"We annihilated even the planet ranked eleventh," Luo Hong roared, "let alone this desolate land now! So many ancient geniuses died, slaughtered by us. Much less you, a mere descendant, a barbarian!"

Luo Hong roared, his body glowing. Every inch of his skin was radiant. Not only were his hair and pupils golden, but his entire body now shimmered as if cast from gold.

The Thearch Clan's Saint swooped down, directly stomping a foot towards Chu Feng. This was a flamboyant display, an incredibly overbearing arrogance.

He firmly believed he was invincible at this moment. After long preparation and sacrificing the legendary, unmatchable true form of the Infernal Black Dragon, he had finally unleashed "God's Descent," this forbidden secret art.

The mental world of this battlefield became unstable, as if the sky and earth were about to collapse.

The figure swooping down from mid-air launched a fierce, unrestrained kick towards Chu Feng's head, an act of sheer arrogance and brutality.

"Get lost!"

Chu Feng roared. Having fought to this point, what more did he have to fear? He had previously held the advantage, even kicking the Saint in the head.

At this moment, Chu Feng also soared forth defiantly, his fist glowing like a bursting sun. He fused "Streaming Light Fist," "Purple Qi from the East Fist," and "Chaotic Star Finger," fully unleashing his body's potential.

This punch carried a serene aura and dazzling sacred flames, as if to shatter the void and achieve eternity!

Boom!

The two collided, immediately destabilizing the mental space as energy tides surged in all directions.

"Huh?!"

With just this initial contact, Chu Feng discovered the problem: the profound meaning of his fist techniques was suppressed. Whether it was "Purple Qi from the East Fist" or "Streaming Light Fist," which usually erupted with immeasurable light to illuminate the entire mental world when fused, they were all extinguished by the opponent's "God's Light."

Luo Hong was like a wild beast unleashed, emitting a fierce aura. Bathed in golden light, he suppressed Chu Feng's fist techniques.

Chu Feng's fists ached, and his entire body reeled backward like a small boat on a vast ocean before he rapidly retreated like lightning.

"Where do you think you're going!" Luo Hong coldly shouted, plunging further forward. Golden rays spewed from his pores, sharp as sword qi.

Chu Feng raised his hand and saw blood gushing from his fist. His bones were not injured, but his flesh was severely damaged.

This surprised and puzzled him: this was a mental duel platform, yet he was bleeding after being injured? It could only mean that his spiritual power was wounded, manifesting as blood.

A cold smile appeared on Luo Hong's face. After that kick landed, his fist also burst with blazing lightning, striking towards Chu Feng with blinding light.

Chu Feng met the attack again, but his fist's light was extinguished. His arm and half of his body dimmed as his energy was suppressed, sending him flying horizontally.

If not for his resilient spirit and exceptionally strong physique, far surpassing ordinary people, any other evolutionist of the same rank here would have long been stomped to smithereens or obliterated by Luo Hong's punch!

"Innate suppression," Chu Feng mused as he retreated, "like some divine miracle manifesting, or the release of a domain that suppresses evolutionists into mortals?"

As Chu Feng retreated, he pondered and speculated, his pupils contracting. Even he, as powerful as he was, felt an uncomfortable sense of stagnation, his entire being suppressed, his energy on the verge of dissipating.

One could imagine what would happen to those weaker than him: they would most likely completely become mortals, stripped of their exalted status and reduced to ordinary beings, no longer evolutionists.

This truly made him gasp and be extremely wary; the Thearch Clan's heritage was utterly terrifying.

Luo Hong's expression was cold as he said, "Do you understand the disparity now? Do you know why my clan could slaughter you back then? This legacy is called 'God's Descent.' Before my clan, you are all mortals, and we are gods! We suppress you until you tremble, until you worship us! You are no longer evolutionists; what can you use to contend with my clan? Kneel!"

As he spoke, Luo Hong continuously attacked, moving like a divine devil, swift as lightning, actively assaulting and bombarding Chu Feng.

He spoke this way to intimidate and unsettle Chu Feng's mind. In his view, the fact that even the ancient Earth's ancestors were completely annihilated by the Thearch Clan, with all their experts dying in one battle, was a bloody, old wound. He simply wanted to slowly strike at Chu Feng this way, breaking down his fighting spirit.

With continuous collisions, Chu Feng's body dimmed. His fists, arms, and even his torso had wounds; his injuries were not light, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"'God's Descent' creates a massive gap between gods and mortals," Luo Hong roared. "Do you, a descendant of an annihilated clan, dare to defy heaven? Die!"

His attacks became increasingly fierce. His fists glowed, and energy boiled. Each strike was like a meteor crashing, terrifyingly powerful.

In the distance, a Saint sighed, "If it were evolutionists of the same rank from other clans, Luo Hong could have killed dozens of them in this short time!"

It was unclear if he was marveling at Luo Hong's power or remarking on Chu Feng's extraordinary ability to endure for so long under a forbidden secret art like "God's Descent."

Another person sighed softly, "'God's Descent,' one of the supreme secret arts of the Thearch Clan's ancient texts, is indeed invincible. There's a reason why the top ten have remained unchanged through the ages."

On the Primal Beast Platform, everyone was stunned. Seeing Luo Hong's terrifying, almost invincible power, strong experts from all clans were wary.

At the same time, people realized that Saints were indeed unchallengeable. At their level, after long years of refinement and tempering, they had long since re-refined their young-age dao fruits, making them perfectly flawless and becoming an invincible form.

Chu Feng was shaken and coughed up another mouthful of blood. Although injured, his performance was astonishing. He was enduring a divine suppression, on the verge of reverting to a mortal, yet he could still hold on like this, leaving many stunned speechless.

In the depths of his eyes, there was a blazing fire and endless battle intent; he showed no discouragement because, through this brief probing, he had learned many things.

"God's Descent" was indeed a forbidden absolute art, the very foundation that allowed the clan to stand for eons, suppressing all other clans without exception.

However, some things could not be suppressed. Chu Feng's "Pilfered Breathing Technique" was still operating, which was the fundamental condition supporting his ability to fight.

At the same time, his ink-splashed scroll was still present and unaffected. At critical moments, it could be fiercely unfurled to kill enemies.

However, he did not activate the scroll; it merely appeared behind him, protecting himself and confronting the opponent's scroll.

This was a mental world, lacking blood-qi paper and having only spiritual ink, so the scroll was incomplete. Neither Chu Feng nor Luo Hong immediately used their scrolls for a duel because neither knew how the scrolls would fare in this state.

Additionally, Chu Feng discovered that his various fist techniques were ineffective; only "Resonance Art" could still be used. After that, he gradually stabilized himself!

"It seems I should unearth another invincible art," Chu Feng muttered. "Those fist techniques seemed powerful and formidable on ordinary days, but when faced with the forbidden absolute arts of the top ten, they fell short. I need an invincible art like 'Resonance Art'!"

At this critical juncture, in a very passive situation where he could face death at any moment, Chu Feng unleashed "Flood Dragon Demonic Fist," preparing to extract its most fundamental profound meaning.

Only under the greatest pressure could he possibly succeed!

Back then, "Resonance Art" was extracted from "Ox Demonic Fist"!

"Roar..."

A flood dragon appeared. As Chu Feng's fist struck out, it let out a long cry with its head held high. A sea of stars appeared around it, shining brightly. The flood dragon pierced through the cosmic starry sky, crushing one planet after another as it charged forward.

This was a vision, and also a scene from the past; when fist techniques reached a certain realm, they could shatter the starry sky.

"Hmm?" Luo Hong was somewhat surprised. He found that his "God's Light," which covered the area, had not completely annihilated the flood dragon; Chu Feng's fist light was still blossoming and striking towards him.

However, it still didn't seem enough. Confident that his current form was invincible and that he could now torture and kill Chu Feng, he pressed forward with a cruel smile on his lips.

"Ah, this is the gap," commented a venerable elder. "It's truly unwise for a low-level evolutionist to challenge a Saint. They lack countless experience and endless foundations. To defy heaven and challenge a Saint, he simply cannot succeed; he can only die in vain!"

A venerable elder was commenting, and in fact, Chu Feng was indeed in a bad situation.

At this moment, the Dao Children, Goddesses, Golden-bodied Bodhisattvas, and others from the top ten stellar worlds were all outside the arena, gazing intently at the scene, their eyes profound.

It could be said that the entire world was watching; countless prominent figures had rushed here to witness this battle.

"Hehe, Yaoyao," a female Saint interjected, "your taste isn't very good. Is this your chosen little lover or a disciple? His strength is very ordinary; he'll be killed soon."

A female Saint spoke up. Back then, she had fought Yaoyao, and in fewer than ten moves, she was crippled by a single slap, holding a deep hatred for Yaoyao ever since.

Earlier, she had already provoked, but her past defeat was revealed, causing her to lose face. Now, she couldn't help but taunt again.

Because she was once a dazzling goddess, a generational prodigy, and her clan was ranked among the top fifty in the universe.

Precisely because of this, she was incredibly brilliant, like a radiant pearl, regarded as a future female Saint with limitless potential. Yet she was crippled by a single slap from Yaoyao. That was the greatest humiliation of her life; all her pride was shattered, her divine halo faded, and even her bright appearance seemed to dim overnight.

Therefore, even after so much time had passed, she still held a grudge. Even though Yaoyao had passed away, leaving behind only a wisp of obsession, she still desired revenge.

"Who are you?" Yaoyao tilted her head, her grace exceptional, ethereal like a true immortal. She glanced at the female Saint as if looking at a passing acquaintance, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

"You..." The female Saint's pupils turned cold.

"She is the female Saint of the Spirit Clan, named Mu Qinghan," someone secretly spoke up, revealing her identity.

"Oh, never heard of her," Yaoyao nodded indifferently.

Upon hearing this, the Spirit Clan's female Saint, Mu Qinghan, immediately turned terrifyingly cold. Was she being ignored? This was even more unacceptable than being ridiculed.

Back then, she had fought Yaoyao, and Yaoyao had no memory of it? In Yaoyao's mind, was she really just an extra?!

This was even more unbearable than being humiliated. After all, she was once a powerful goddess of her generation, yet to be so neglected and ignored.

"Yaoyao, you're too arrogant!" the female Saint Mu Qinghan shouted.

In fact, others, including various Saints, as well as the Dao Children, Buddhist Sons, Heavenly Maidens, and others from the top ten stellar worlds, all showed strange expressions.

They had "admired" Yaoyao for a long time; some had even come specifically for her this time, yet they were met with such dismissive and indifferent words.

This truly was Yaoyao's characteristic confident demeanor and invincible domineering aura.

"Back then," Yaoyao continued indifferently, "geniuses from the top ten appeared in droves, and I beheaded them all. Even the Magnetic Sacred Body, Myriad Star Body, and Heavenly Fate Immortal Body—after I slew them, I barely remembered what they looked like. You fought with me? I truly have no impression."

"Ah..." The female Saint couldn't help but let out a low growl. She truly couldn't stand it. It now seemed she was less than an extra in Yaoyao's eyes, yet she was now a Saint!

Yaoyao glanced at her and said, "Dissatisfied? You can come over; we'll also fight on the Sky Vine. Someone just reminded me that I crippled you in ten moves back then. Today, I'll cut that in half: five moves to destroy you."

The female Saint Mu Qinghan's face turned grim as she said, "I am a Saint now. And you, what are you?"

"I am Yaoyao, the first under the starry sky!" Yaoyao looked back at her and said, "Saints, in my eyes, when many of them fight, they're like cutting melons and vegetables. If you're unconvinced, you can come over, and you can even gather helpers. I'll fight all of you alone and guarantee your complete annihilation!"

Yaoyao's confidence and domineering nature instantly ignited the starry sky, and the area erupted in an uproar.

However, the older generation, the Saints who had lived since ancient times, had profound eyes and said little.

From the top ten stellar worlds, the Dao Children, Demon Children, Goddesses, and others were all moved, showing strange expressions, finding it incredible as they stared at Yaoyao.

As for some of the top ten beauties in the starry sky, a portion had arrived here. Watching Yaoyao's confident and brilliant demeanor, they were all surprised, their beautiful eyes revealing unusual brilliance.

Yaoyao spoke, "I've never taught Chu Feng anything; he just grew to this point by himself, exploring along the way. I have high hopes for him; at the very least, he's stronger than you old monsters."

The Spirit Clan's female Saint, Mu Qinghan, coldly laughed and said, "But he's done for now; he will die here today, and your taste..."

Her words had just reached this point when the situation on the battlefield instantly changed.

Blood splashed, and a muffled groan was heard. It was actually... Luo Hong, the Thearch Clan's Saint!

What happened? Everyone was dumbfounded. This was too fast; the battle had actually reversed. The Thearch Clan's unbeatable forbidden secret art was broken? It was simply shocking!

Yaoyao became even more radiant and said, "Come on, let's start our battle too. Hmm, I'll fight all of you alone; if you're unconvinced, come forward." She smiled, her beautiful face emitting astonishing radiance.