Chapter 637: Is It a Worm or a Flood Dragon Species

The Underworld Son was very cautious, surrounded by black mist. When a dark red saber light slashed towards him, he opened his mouth and spewed out dazzling divine radiance. This was a stream of primordial energy, the essence of his internal power, expelled with full force using his breathing technique, and directed towards Chu Feng.

Learning from the past, the fact that Luo Fu, the strongest successor of the Celestial Race, had been ambushed made his hair stand on end. He had been on high alert, defending rigorously, which was why he unleashed his most powerful energy the moment he saw the red saber light.

That dazzling stream of primordial energy, like a crystalline jade essence, struck the dark red long saber with a resounding and extremely jarring clang.

However, this was not the true killing blow. The saber strike Chu Feng delivered covertly was merely a feint, propelled by his breathing technique and guided by his psychic martial arts.

Meanwhile, his physical body, wielding a golden sledgehammer, anticipated the Underworld Son's escape path and slammed it directly into his back.

With just that single blow, the Underworld Son grunted, blood gushing from his nose and mouth, and he was sent flying. The Pure Land was mountainous, and he crashed directly into a mountaintop, causing the cliff face to crack, rocks to scatter, and leaving a bloody, human-shaped indentation there.

The Underworld Son was clad in heavy black metal armor, fully armored, yet his back was still mangled, bones broken. The armor in that area had shattered, and the dark golden fragments tore into the mountain behind him.

The next moment, another flash of saber light arrived. The dark red long saber terrified everyone; its potent killing intent permeated the air, sending shivers down the spines of all the evolvers.

In these brief moments, Chu Feng had injured one person after another: first, he killed the Xilin Clan’s domain master, then severed an arm of Luo Fu from the Celestial Race, and now he had wounded the Underworld Son.

This was the mark of a top assassin—sudden, violent attacks that drew blood, and most critically, several consecutive strikes without a miss, creating widespread panic in the area.

"Pfft!"

The Underworld Son evaded the long saber, extremely wary of it and unwilling to make contact. However, his shoulder still exploded. The rapidly spinning cosmic mother-gold bracelet emitted intense, crystalline starlight, tearing through his shoulder blade and spraying a large amount of blood.

"Ah…" The Underworld Son cried out in pain, resembling a demon from hell, dishevelled, covered in blood, and with icy eyes. He retreated, stopping near the Celestial Destiny Immortal Body, the Primordial Magnetism Saint Body, and others.

With a whoosh, Chu Feng piloted his ark, a long saber in hand, and charged past. Another flash of crimson saber light swept out, but ultimately failed to connect, and he vanished.

The scene fell silent. The impact of the bronze-masked man was too profound. First, he was hunted, and after breaking through, everyone assumed he had left. Who could have imagined he would turn around and come back to kill, almost wiping out the top ten figures?

His audacity was immense. At that moment, many felt their lives were in danger, realizing how dire the situation was; if isolated, they would likely be dispatched by a single saber strike from him!

Everyone could see that this person possessed immense strength, both physically and in psychic martial arts, a level few could reach. He could contend with the most elite young overlords in the starry sea.

In such a short time, he had already exchanged blows with the Calamity-Free Divine Body, clashed with the Primordial Magnetism Saint Body, fought head-on with the Celestial Destiny Immortal Body, and even faced the Crown Prince of the Primeval Devil Race, the Vermilion Bird Fairy, and others.

The biggest question on everyone's mind was: Is he truly Chu Feng?!

If it truly was him, the implications would be enormous, almost defying nature. To return alive from purgatory... that was incredible!

The Great Dream Pure Land had previously announced that Qin Luoyin had personally beheaded the Demon Chu in purgatory. Could he really have returned to life?

"He is Chu Feng! This time, he must not be allowed to escape under any circumstances. He is a source of disaster, selling off the Holy Sons and Divine Daughters of various races, his hands stained with blood, his crimes numerous. He must be executed!"

Luo Fu spoke in agony. His reaction was incredibly swift. The moment his arm was severed, he immediately used his other hand, wielding the Celestial Saber, to self-amputate, cutting off his own shoulder. His timely reaction saved him from complete annihilation by the Cycle Saber's corrosive power.

His face was now pale, devoid of color, and he was in immense pain. He was the strongest of his generation in the Celestial Race, a favored son of heaven with unparalleled divine senses, yet he had still been struck.

Luo Fu's hatred for Chu Feng was absolute. His own younger brother, Luo Yi, had been killed and even had his sainthood stripped. Chu Feng had essentially risen by trampling on the Celestial Race's dignity, causing an extremely negative impact.

Today, even he, the Celestial Race's foremost young master, suffered such a terrible fate. This was tantamount to sending a signal to all races in the starry sky: the Celestial bloodline of this generation... was nothing special!

All parties were now extremely cautious and on high alert. Even the Celestial Destiny Immortal Body was glowing all over, exuding vibrant immortal energy and wisps of crystalline power, indicating his serious demeanor.

A figure like him, rumored to possess an invincible bloodline proven by historical predecessors, with immensely powerful lineage and unmatched talent, did not fear direct confrontation but was concerned about assassination.

The enemy could hide in the void, appearing and disappearing without a trace, which was what made them most apprehensive.

The inability of their innate divine senses to give an early warning could only mean that the opponent's breathing technique was bizarre and astonishing, placing it at least among the top twenty in the universe.

Otherwise, evolvers at their level would likely have some premonition.

"If it's not due to his breathing technique, then he must possess some rare physique!" the Crown Prince of the Primeval Devil Race suspected.

At this moment, some individuals stood back-to-back, or like the Celestial Destiny Immortal Body and the Primordial Magnetism Saint Body, stood close together, deterring the hidden top assassin.

"Excellent, we've successfully blocked the exit. I want him dead!" Luo Fu drank the deep blue liquid from a crystal bottle, and half his body began to glow as the wound on his severed arm rapidly healed.

Then, he turned and left the Pure Land, immediately going to gather reinforcements to encircle and annihilate Chu Feng.

"Whoever he is, whether he is Chu Feng or not, for what he has done today, our Underworld Race will not tolerate his escape from here. We will ensure his complete elimination!"

The Underworld Son, his shoulder mangled, also spoke, his voice cold and merciless. He did not leave but instead instructed an elder to rush out of the Pure Land.

People were awe-struck. The matter had escalated significantly. These two formidable figures no longer cared about their reputation, willing to call for clan reinforcements to hunt down and slaughter that individual. A bloody, fierce battle was inevitable.

At this moment, many in the starry sea were eagerly waiting, having heard that a figure suspected to be Chu Feng had appeared in Kunlun. They all wanted exact confirmation: Was it truly him?

This rumor alone caused quite a stir. Could it be that someone who had died had actually returned to life?

As people waited expectantly for definite news, the Celestial Race from beyond the domain received a report: within Kunlun Mountain, in the Land of Ten Thousand Gods, Chu Feng was still alive.

Of course, Luo Fu mentioned in his report that this was merely his suspicion and not necessarily Chu Feng. However, that was enough. The Celestial Race immediately decided to eliminate this Earth native at all costs!

Unfortunately, it was extremely difficult for high-level experts to descend to Earth. If possible, they truly wished to send down a Saint's avatar to slay the suspected target.

Especially the Land of Ten Thousand Gods, that place was too strange, and powerful beings dared not approach it easily!

Boom!

Beyond the domain, some metallic spheres glowed and burned as they plunged towards Earth. Saints could not descend, but six protectors of the Celestial Race's younger generation, among others, descended in one go, diving towards Earth. Their presence was masked by Saintly aura, hidden within cosmic ship cabins as they made their descent.

Some landed in lakes in the western regions, stirring up colossal waves.

Other metallic spheres crashed into the ground, creating massive craters, collapsing nearby mountains, and riddling the surroundings with cracks.

"Reporting to the Ancestor, that person is truly suspected to be Chu Feng!" The surviving members of the Xilin Clan also reported, contacting beyond the domain.

At the same time, the Underworld Race also received reports. So-called protectors from outside Earth plunged down, transforming into streaks of flowing light, approaching the surface.

Clearly, these were evolvers two levels beyond the Contemplation realm, possessing formidable strength.

Currently, this was the limit Earth allowed. Through certain special means, they were able to break into Earth's main space and land on this gradually recovering land.

Previously, they had been unwilling to cause misunderstandings and had not entered Earth, only allowing the younger generation to compete for opportunities on this ancient planet through their own means.

But now they could no longer hold back. If that person truly was Chu Feng, he would pose a severe threat to them. If even purgatory could not confine him or end his life, how incredibly prosperous must his fortune be? It was somewhat daunting.

Considering the long term, it was best to nip such a chosen one in the bud, deny him any soil for growth, and destroy him on sight. To rise? There was no way!

At this moment, forces across the starry sky were shaken. The actions of these several races suggested that the possibility of Chu Feng being alive had increased infinitely; otherwise, why would they be so agitated?

Following this, the Spirit Race, Machine Race, and others also made quick decisions. Experts, known as protectors, who had been guarding outside Earth and observing below, now all took action.

The Celestial Race arrived the fastest. Six old men with white hair and youthful faces, all clad in purple robes, each exuded an imposing aura. Though very old, they were vigorous in spirit, and their voices resonated like booming bronze bells, causing ears to ache and blood to churn.

These six protectors, normally responsible for guarding some of their clan's younger disciples, now appeared together, following Luo Fu, the strongest successor of the Celestial Race, into the Pure Land.

"Hah, what chosen one, what exceptionally talented native? In this old man's eyes, they are nothing but utter rubbish! We allow you to grow, and only then are you a flood dragon. If we don't let you rise, you're just a worm that can be crushed with a lift of a foot!"

This person, two levels beyond the Contemplation realm, stepped into the Land of Ten Thousand Gods. His eyes were like golden lamps, his golden pupils cold and somber, as he gazed disdainfully in all directions, intending to kill Chu Feng.

With six such elders entering together, even the Celestial Destiny Immortal Body and the Primordial Magnetism Saint Body changed expressions. If these elders were to secretly attack or ambush them, the consequences would be dire.

However, they remembered that they also had protectors who, upon receiving news from beyond the domain, would not stand by and watch them be targeted.

"Young friends, do not misunderstand. We have no intention of interfering in your younger generation's disputes. This abandoned planet is your paradise; all scriptures, divine medicines, and caves belong to you. Take them by your own abilities. We are only here to kill that Earth native who should not exist in this world."

Another elder of the Celestial Race spoke, a smile on his face, yet his gaze was somewhat cold, his golden eyes dazzling and utterly intimidating.

"Uncles, he is inside. Please be careful…" Luo Fu, the Celestial Race's strongest young expert, began to speak, intending to explain the situation in detail.

Suddenly, with a *shhhk*, right at the entrance, a crimson long saber erupted with a world-astonishing brilliance, instantly decapitating one of the elders in plain sight. His head flew off, accompanied by a spray of blood.

The long saber did not stop, continuing along its trajectory, and with a *pfft*, it slashed diagonally through the shoulder of another elder, making him scream miserably on the spot.

The two great experts struggled briefly before their bodies and spirits were utterly annihilated.

Just moments before, they had been discussing whether Chu Feng was a flood dragon or a worm, asserting that it was up to them to decide, depending on whether they showed mercy. Yet, no sooner had they finished speaking than they were directly slaughtered!

The emerald-green ark, fused with the Cycle Saber, appeared in Chu Feng's hand, a truly perfect match that horrified everyone!