Chapter 570: Dismantling the Sage's Bones

Near the island constructed from psychic energy, atop the Celestial Vine, countless meteorites floated in outer space, surrounded by a dazzling display of starlight.

Within this unique battlefield, an incredibly fierce battle was unfolding.

"Chu Feng!" roared Luo Hong, the Saint of the Thearch Race, his hair disheveled, covered in blood, and heavily wounded. He found this outcome incredibly difficult to accept.

Who was he? A Saint from ancient times, he had risen through the ranks, slaughtering other Saints, annihilating clans, and personally destroying more than five life-bearing planets.

Yet now, he was dueling an evolutionist in the initial stage of the Visualization Realm, and he was at a disadvantage, covered in blood. How could he possibly face such humiliation?

Especially considering that the planet beneath his feet had once been conquered by his people, its inhabitants utterly annihilated. Chu Feng, a mere descendant of those remnants, was now causing him such acute embarrassment.

The entire universe was watching. For him, a venerable Ancient Saint, to be beaten bloody and forced to desperately evade a junior was an immense disgrace.

"Argh..." Luo Hong cried out, filled with regret. In such a wager, his victory should have been inevitable, but defeat would be catastrophic.

Not only would his reputation be ruined, but he would also be slaughtered, dying a miserable death right here. It was simply not worth it.

"Boom!"

Chu Feng's fist struck again. With Resonance Art in his left hand and Spiral Art in his right, their combined destructive power was terrifying, reaching a frantic level.

Luo Hong roared in defiance, fighting with all his might. After summoning the Thearch, his body had integrated many pieces of golden bone and golden skin, like a divine blessing.

"Thud!"

This time, as their fist prints collided, Luo Hong's face turned ashen once more. His Thearch's Palm could not block the opponent; his right hand bled profusely, its skin torn open.

With a 'thump,' a golden bone splintered and broke from his palm. Another summoned "Thearch Bone" was lost, leaving his face pale and his hand covered in blood.

This was far from over. Chu Feng soared into the air, his entire body—not just his fists—becoming a weapon, capable of unleashing both Resonance Art and Spiral Art.

His knees, elbows, and other hardest parts launched fierce attacks simultaneously. In mid-air, he bent his knees, tucked his elbows, then exploded forward, extending his body. The sight was terrifying.

At that moment, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his entire body erupted in a white mist, surging violently as if immortal energy were boiling around him!

Simultaneously, his body released ripple-like beams of light and golden vortices. Every part of his body became an attack point, blasting towards Luo Hong.

"Ah..." Luo Hong cried out, filled with rage, resentment, and disbelief. How could he, an Ancient Martial Saint, possibly lose?

But reality was cruel. He fought with all his might, yet primarily focused on evasion, daring not to meet the attacks head-on. Nevertheless, Chu Feng's body still struck his shoulder. With a 'thump,' blood spurted, and a golden shoulder blade, another golden bone, was dislodged.

Another divine bone, descended from beyond, was pulled out. It cracked with a 'snap' in the void, then dissipated into a unique golden energy.

"Descendants of failures, you wretches, die!" Luo Hong's face turned livid, almost contorted, as he screamed. Having reached this point in the battle and facing defeat, he was consumed by shame and rage.

Thump, thump, thump!

Chu Feng responded with merciless onslaughts. His body arched like a true dragon poised on its tail, then suddenly shot forward like lightning, his power exploding with even greater terror.

Spiral beams of light, incredibly dazzling, shot out from Chu Feng, dimming the starry sky above them. Ripples also spread out, a result of the Resonance Art, surging forth.

"Argh, argh..." Luo Hong shrieked.

Half his body was drenched in blood, and one of his arms had been torn off. The scene was utterly horrific. Within his body, the golden bones that had descended from beyond the realm popped out one after another, appearing around him. It was as if he were being dismembered, undergoing a terrifying operation.

"I am an Ancient Saint!" he growled, he roared, filled with unwillingness and indignation. This battle was an unprecedented humiliation.

Covered in blood and gravely wounded, he was on the verge of completely losing his fighting capacity.

In the starry sky, masters from all sides watched the scene in astonishment. The Thearch Race Saint, Luo Hong, was in such a pathetic state, completely unexpected. They had initially thought this would be a one-sided slaughter. With the Thearch Summoning art deployed, how could Luo Hong not achieve a great victory?

However, reality was proving utterly subversive. Chu Feng not only resisted the strange secret art of Thearch Summoning but was also systematically dismantling Luo Hong's flesh, blood, and golden bones.

"Devil King Chu is defying the heavens!"

On the Primordial Beast platform, a group of people felt their mouths go dry. Was a Saint truly about to be slain?

On Earth, many native evolutionists were also watching, as the scene in outer space could be captured by technological means. Countless people were following the battle.

Chu Feng's old acquaintances, such as Clairvoyant Du Huaijin, Auditory Ouyang Qing, Ye Qingrou, Hu Sheng, Xiong Kun, and others, as well as figures from various major syndicates like Jiang Luoshen and Qi Honglin, were all utterly stunned at this moment.

Outside Earth, near the battlefield, battle chariots were lined up, some belonging to the direct descendants of various races—such as the Dao Children and Heavenly Maidens from the top ten star systems—as well as important figures from various clans, including powerful Saints!

The cosmic starry sky was far from calm; countless eyes were fixed on this battle.

"Wow, Chu Feng, the human trafficker, is so amazing! Can you beat him, Ying Wudi? Wahaha, I've decided, I'm going to sell my sister, Ying ZheXian, to him—oh no, I mean, marry her to him!"

Not far from the Celestial Vine, a silver-haired little loli beamed with joy, bouncing back and forth in a battle chariot.

Many who heard her were startled, turning their heads to show expressions of surprise. This little girl had an incredibly prestigious background; named Ying Xiaoxiao, she was the little princess of the top ten sub-Immortal Race.

As for the "Ying Wudi" she mentioned, he was a young man enveloped in sacred radiance, with flowing silver hair. He was clearly a dragon among men, possessing an extraordinary demeanor.

He was the strongest successor of the sub-Immortal Race and one of the top ten masters among the younger generation in the universe!

"If you utter another word, I'll gag you and send you straight back to the clan," Ying Wudi threatened his younger sister.

"You sister-complex!" the silver-haired loli pouted, her big eyes darting around, a little guilty, as if looking for someone.

Ying Wudi's face immediately darkened. Without a word, he grabbed her and shoved her into the carriage, wishing he could package her up instantly and mail her off via express delivery.

"Oh no, help! Ying ZheXian, the third most beautiful woman under the stars, have you arrived? Hurry and save me! Ah, big sister, help! Ying Wudi, this sister-complex, is trying to silence me!" the silver-haired loli wailed inside the carriage.

Everyone was speechless. This little one from the sub-Immortal Race was truly a nuisance to her siblings. Her chaotic shouts likely left her brother and sister with dark expressions.

At such a tense moment in the battle, this kind of incident happening on the periphery made some Saints' lips twitch slightly, unable to suppress a smile.

Nearby, several beautiful women turned their heads to look, a few of them possessing unparalleled beauty that made the stars in the cosmos dim. Overly exquisite, some were already married, others still single, drawing the attention of many young men, as they were ranked among the top ten most beautiful women in the starry sky.

"Oh dear, Ying ZheXian, hurry and come save me! If you don't appear soon, when I grow up, I'll take your place and push your ranking down to fourth!"

Finally, the silver-haired loli fell silent, clearly suppressed. But her last defiant yell had been both funny and frustrating, typical of a little rebel.

While the Ying siblings of the sub-Immortal Race were causing a commotion, not far away, the Thearch Race—also among the top ten—was murmuring. Here, Thearch maidens and Saints were engaged in serious discussion.

"The Thearch Race cannot be defeated."

"Luo Hong is a Saint. If he loses to a young man in the Visualization Realm, our race will be caught in a whirlpool, becoming a laughingstock and a subject of ridicule!"

"Send messages to the divine sons and holy maidens who have descended upon Earth. We can even lobby Qin Luoyin of the Great Dream Pure Land. Ask them to go to the Celestial Vine in Kunlun and decisively attack Chu Feng's physical body. This decisive battle must be interrupted, or we must find a way to influence the Celestial Vine and interfere with Chu Feng's mind!"

In the battlefield, Chu Feng repeatedly unleashed heavy blows, making Luo Hong shriek in agony.

At this moment, the Thearch Race Saint was filled with immense regret. He truly shouldn't have engaged in such a degrading wager with a junior. Now, facing this person, he was actually losing!

What kind of monster was this? Even a Saint at the same cultivation level was no match for him, sending a chill down Luo Hong's spine.

"Kill!"

Chu Feng roared, his attacks becoming even more ferocious. The two invincible arts, superimposed, completely suppressed the secret Thearch Summoning technique, almost obliterating Luo Hong.

Thump, thump, thump...

Even with the Thearch's Pace, Luo Hong couldn't escape Chu Feng, who employed the Heaven's Edge within Reach technique. Chu Feng pursued him, unleashing a massacre, causing blood to profusely erupt across his body.

Later, before Chu Feng's fists, golden vortices roared and ripples resonated, making the Thearch Race Saint let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The golden bones from his body were stripped away one by one, all shaken loose and separating from him. It was truly a terrifying, gruesome operation.

At this point, the Thearch Summoning art had effectively completely disintegrated.

"Why hasn't his evolutionary foundation collapsed yet!?" Luo Hong secretly gritted his teeth. He had once glimpsed Chu Feng's secret, knowing that his dao foundation was riddled with cracks, preventing him from prolonged battles, otherwise he would cripple himself.

Yet, after so long, Chu Feng remained vibrant and grew stronger with each strike, while he himself was utterly defeated, on the verge of losing his life.

"Luo Hong is finished. A Saint being slaughtered, it's actually going to happen," countless people in the starry sky lamented.

"Act now!" From the Thearch Race's side, another Saint spoke in a low voice, secretly transmitting messages to some divine sons and holy maidens on Earth, urging them to strike at Kunlun.

In fact, there was no shortage of extraterrestrial beings near Kunlun, as Chu Feng's previous decisive battle with the Young Thearch of the Thearch Race had attracted too much attention.

Many had arrived from various star paths, watching the battle from outside Kunlun.

Now, some individuals were indeed responding to the Saint's call, rushing towards the Celestial Vine to harm Chu Feng's physical body.

"Get lost!"

"You're truly shameless, trying to interfere with Chu Feng's decisive battle?!"

At this moment, the Big Black Ox, Ouyang Feng, Old Donkey, Northeast Tiger, Yellow Ox, and others were enraged. It was clear what was happening: these people were utterly shameless.

Undeniably, in outer space, Thearch Race Saint Luo Hong was about to be defeated, yet someone was secretly trying to sabotage the fight, attempting to forcefully alter the battle's outcome!

In outer space, Yao Yao stood gracefully atop the Celestial Vine, her beauty unparalleled. At that moment, a sliver of coldness appeared on her flawless, translucent face as she looked towards the Thearch Race and declared, "Are you seeking death? Or merely seeking death?!"