Chapter 572: None Left, All Annihilated

Luo Hong's spirit body was torn to shreds. He knew he was finished, utterly defeated, and beyond salvation. A chill ran from head to toe, especially when he saw another Saint, a Half-Saint, and Golden Arhat-level powerhouses from his clan enter another spiritual battlefield. He knew this tragedy was all because of him.

Who was the enemy there? Yaoyao. How could those people possibly survive a confrontation with Yaoyao? Even as a Saint, immensely proud, he understood they were all doomed.

This was the result of Yaoyao's past massacres. Even before she made a move, various factions already considered the eight Heavenly God Race experts dead, believing they had no chance whatsoever.

Luo Hong roared and struggled, trying to reconstruct his spirit body. He wanted to fight Chu Feng to the death, dragging his opponent down with him, because he knew that Chu Feng's evolutionary foundation was riddled with cracks, and a violent clash would surely accelerate Chu Feng's downfall.

The Heavenly God Race Saint's body began to form, coalescing into a human shape, but it was covered in cracks.

"You should just go," Chu Feng said dismissively. "What's the point of clinging to life like this?" With the Spiral Art, a golden vortex flew forward.

With a bang, Luo Hong exploded, becoming a vast shower of light before the golden vortex, all transformed spiritual energy.

"Die, let's go together!" Luo Hong howled, trying to reassemble his body once more.

At this moment, he no longer resembled a calm and lofty Saint. He knew his end was near, but he wanted to drag Chu Feng to death with him. His spirit body manifested again, and behind him, a scroll appeared, depicting a fragmented universe and weapons.

Unfortunately, this was a spiritual world, and the so-called scroll was incomplete. But he couldn't care less; he used every means at his disposal.

"Then let me try too," Chu Feng said. The scroll behind him flew out with a roar, tearing through the fragmented universe and shattering all the weapons, utterly destroying them.

Not to mention Luo Hong's current dying state, even at his peak, his scroll was no match. Now, it was an overwhelming slaughter.

"I'm not reconciled! Why isn't your foundation collapsing?!" As the light rain scattered, Luo Hong roared at Chu Feng, close to madness.

What happened today was both humiliating and deadly for him!

He was a Saint, fighting a junior at the same cultivation level on a spiritual platform. This was already an unusual matter, making people think he was shameless, bullying the younger generation.

In the end, this result filled him with even more grief and indignation. He had actually lost and was about to perish completely.

What a tragedy! A Saint being killed by a young man at the Visualization Realm—if word got out, it would stun everyone and seem unbelievable.

"Luo Hong, as a Saint of the Heavenly God Race, was considered transcendent, looking down upon the strong cultivators of various races. Yet, he met such an end."

Someone in the starry sky sighed.

Clearly, Luo Hong would be remembered by everyone, becoming the most typical negative example. A venerable Saint being killed by a junior cultivator was simply unprecedented.

Luo Hong screamed, repeatedly blasted apart. He felt extremely weak, unable to reconstruct his body anymore, and his spiritual energy was about to completely dissipate.

"I hate this! I'm a Saint, yet I'm dying at the hands of a kid at the Visualization Realm, and he's even a native of Earth, ah..." Luo Hong wailed. Earlier, he had been arrogant and overly proud, claiming to have personally killed two Saints from Earth's ancient times. Yet, in the end, the killer was killed in return.

His end was even more tragic, destined to become a laughingstock.

"Luo Hong, go on your way. History will remember you!" Chu Feng said slowly but powerfully.

Hearing these words, Luo Hong trembled with rage and went completely mad. He would become a clown in history, which was a huge blow to him as he faced death.

"Die!"

In the final moment, Chu Feng let out a cold shout. Around him, rough stone spheres appeared one after another. He inscribed domain symbols on them, and they spun, encircling the spiritual light rain, refining it.

"Waste utilization! I'm using you to test my latest technique!" Chu Feng declared. This was his new experiment: using the rough stone spheres as magnets to set up a domain.

Luo Hong screamed, then his spirit shattered, rapidly disintegrating. He entered a state of death, turning to ashes.

Before dying, he felt incredibly wronged. His first half of life had been brilliant; after becoming a Saint in his early years, he had annihilated clan after clan, conquering various regions, earning the awe of all races.

In his later years, he was miserable, truly desolate. This method of death was unacceptable to him: fighting a minor cultivator and being eradicated by him. He was destined to be infamous for ten thousand years.

"Excellent, this combat method can be researched further," Chu Feng nodded. Using rough stone spheres as magnets for domain arrangements, the destructive power was terrifying.

Luo Hong's will was already obliterated. Before his death, he felt immense grief and indignation. This kid was too calm, treating him as a test subject, experimenting with domain attack techniques?

Luo Hong's demise, the death of a Saint, shook the cosmic starry sky, causing an uproar among all races.

"My heavens, a Saint of the Heavenly God Race was killed by Chu Feng, utterly destroyed! This was a Saint who came from ancient times, and he just died like that."

"What a glorious achievement! Chu Feng defied the heavens. This battle signifies his rise to prominence in the cosmos; this is his deification battle!"

All regions erupted. Witnessing a junior cultivator slaughter a Saint left many people shaken and excited.

"God Chu, please accept my prostration! When will you come to the starry sky? I'll introduce my own sister to you then!"

"The old geezer from the Heavenly God Race was killed! It's so satisfying! Let him act condescending and bully the young. What happened in the end? He was confident he'd suppress the 'remnants,' but he ended up being killed instead. What a miserable death, haha!"

The entire starry sky was abuzz with discussion. Many people gloated, because the Heavenly God Race had always been arrogant and domineering, constantly looking down on lower-level cultivators. Many had secretly harbored resentment.

Today, Chu Feng's great victory, killing a Saint of that race, resonated with many people, making them feel extremely satisfied.

Of course, for the members of the Heavenly God Race faction, it was a completely different feeling. Their faces were ashen, as if they had lost a parent, and they all wished they could skin Chu Feng alive immediately.

As for other races hostile to Chu Feng, whose divine sons and saintesses he had once "sold," their expressions turned cold. Chu Feng's prestige was growing, and most importantly, he genuinely possessed immense power and limitless potential, filling them with anger and killing intent.

On Earth, there was also an uproar of cheers. The native cultivator Chu Feng had won, slaying a Saint. This was simply a world-shaking storm, sweeping across all regions.

Yu Chi Kong's teacup clattered onto the green bamboo raft, spilling all the tea. He stared blankly, utterly stunned. This result was truly shocking to him; the performance of the so-called "Earth stand-in" was simply defying heaven!

Outside Earth, powerhouses from all sides sighed deeply. From a declining place, a young man named Chu Feng had risen, etched into everyone's minds.

Even the Dao children, Heavenly Maidens, and Demonic Princes of the top ten powerful factions showed surprise. They couldn't help but pay serious attention; this Chu Feng had slaughtered a Saint. Who would dare to underestimate him?

Several peerless beauties, renowned as top-ranked under the starry sky, also had their beautiful eyes shimmering with divine light, gazing intently at Chu Feng, trying to see through him.

Earlier, no one had expected that Chu Feng could slaughter a Saint, and an overwhelming slaughter at that.

All of this seemed to have been inverted; the combat achievement that originally belonged to Luo Hong, the Heavenly God Race Saint, was now displayed by Chu Feng!

At this moment, in the spiritual battlefield, Chu Feng felt an immense and unparalleled spiritual energy being slowly obliterated, purified by the three Soul Realm Stones, with a portion absorbed and the rest returning to heaven and earth.

That was the part of Luo Hong's spiritual energy suppressed by the battlefield. After his will perished, it became ownerless and now dissipated as well.

After the uproar, people's gazes shifted from Chu Feng to another spiritual battlefield, where Yaoyao alone faced the eight Heavenly God Race experts, including a Saint, Half-Saints, and Golden Arhat-level powerhouses—a clear hierarchy.

Relatively speaking, Yaoyao was too dazzling, almost overshadowing Chu Feng. Many people anticipated her move, eagerly awaiting to see her in action after such a long time.

"Come at me, all of you!" Yaoyao declared, waiting for Chu Feng's battle to conclude before initiating her own.

These powerhouses, including the male Saint, turned pale. Even before the battle, they could guess the outcome, but they had no choice but to brace themselves and attack.

"Kill her, destroy this demoness! Let's all strike her down!" It was the Golden Arhat-level expert who spoke, making the first move.

In fact, the others didn't hesitate. Their respective scrolls, the Heavenly God Race's ultimate techniques, and all their abilities were unleashed in a flurry, surging towards Yaoyao.

Whoosh!

Yaoyao was too fast, seemingly faster than light, disrupting the stability of time. Her ethereal figure instantly appeared nearby, her right hand glowing, forming an energy light sword that she slashed towards the Golden Arhat-level expert.

The man's face contorted in horror. He could barely dodge. How could someone's speed be so immense? It completely defied common sense, as if she had traversed through time.

He roared, his whole body glowing, and the energy around his fist surged, as he tried his best to resist.

Seeing this, Yaoyao's expression remained serene, neither joyful nor sorrowful. With a thump, she directly sliced open the man's fist, and then, with a sweep of her sword light, decapitated him.

Instant kill.

Even with prior psychological preparation, the people in the starry sky were still in an uproar. This was too terrifying! Eliminating a Golden Arhat-level powerhouse in a single move was incredibly defying the heavens.

"Beware, don't get close to her! She has cultivated some kind of divine domain. If you enter her domain, you'll be utterly defenseless!" the Heavenly God Race Saint roared.

He had almost forgotten the legends about Yaoyao until this moment, when she publicly killed a Golden Arhat-level expert, causing those old memories to resurface.

Even with his warning, the ensuing battle held no suspense. Yaoyao darted left and right, east and west. Whether unleashing sword energy, wielding fist imprints, or flicking her finger, every move was a terrifying killing blow. Wherever she went, crystal-like blood blossoms appeared, exquisitely tragic and beautiful.

It was a one-sided slaughter!

"Ahhh..."

In the spiritual battlefield, the Heavenly God Race members' screams rose and fell. Some were killed, but using their clan's ultimate breathing technique, they revived and reformed their bodies. However, they were still killed again.

In the end, even the Saint roared as his head flew off, severed by Yaoyao's sword energy. She was invincible.

In the spiritual battlefield, Yaoyao remained exquisitely beautiful. Yet, at this moment, she was focused and cold, like a goddess of war, discarding all else to concentrate solely on killing her enemies.

A Half-Saint screamed, directly cleaved in half by a golden light from Yaoyao's palm. Wherever she passed, she utterly crushed everything.

"A personal divine domain?!" Chu Feng stared at the battlefield, deeply moved. In an instant, many ideas sparked in his mind; he saw a much broader space.

Earlier, when he fought Luo Hong, he had briefly imprisoned the Heavenly God Race Saint in the void. That was a crude prototype use of a "domain."

Later, he tried inscribing runes on the energy stone spheres to suppress Luo Hong, which was also a use of a domain.

Chu Feng felt he had found two paths, both of which could allow him to catch up to Yaoyao. The First Throne under the starry sky was lofty, but he felt he might be able to reach it.

Thump, thump...

In the spiritual battlefield, Yaoyao killed everyone, ending the battle. Not a single one was left; she completely annihilated the Heavenly God Race forces, from Golden Arhats to Half-Saints, and even the Saint!

At this moment, a great tremor shook the star sea!