Chapter 638: Slaying the Divine Leader Amidst Thousands of Troops

"Ah..."

The eyes of the four remaining purple-robed elders were bloodshot with fury. Instantly, they unleashed roars like enraged gods, sending astonishing invisible energy ripples in all directions. Sensing each other's vital energy, they coalesced into a single entity, forming a golden bell, a Celestial God Shield, around their bodies. This shield was solid, indestructible, and made them one.

A massive golden bell, forged from condensed energy, enveloped the four of them, emitting a deafening roar. They had become one with the Celestial God Bell. The golden bell pulsed with energy, and their combined power surged like a tidal wave, selectively striking in one direction.

A gleaming green bamboo boat appeared, swaying violently, then vanished into the air as quickly as it had materialized. The elders nearly exposed Chu Feng and his vessel. He chose to avoid the brunt of the attack and retreated.

The four remaining Celestial Protectors were incandescent with rage, their hair bristling and their purple robes snapping in the wind. As powerful as they were, they could have united to sweep across this pure land. Yet, through their carelessness, Chu Feng had instantly struck down two of their comrades. What stung even more was that this happened right after their grand declaration, moments after they proclaimed they would decide if Chu Feng was a mere insect or a true dragon. To be beheaded and killed so swiftly was a scorching humiliation.

Luo Fu nearly coughed blood. This opening left him speechless, utterly humiliated. To suffer such a blow in full view of everyone was a truly shameful experience for the Celestial Race; they felt they had lost face completely. He also blamed himself for not immediately clarifying Chu Feng's lethality, especially regarding that dark-red long blade. It was absolutely not to be touched, or death was guaranteed.

"Chu Feng, you whelp! You've repeatedly slaughtered our people! We are irreconcilable enemies!" one elder roared, his old face contorted with rage as he regained his composure. This outcome was unacceptable. Among the fallen were his cousin and his own younger brother, relatives with strong blood ties.

A soft chuckle drifted from afar. Chu Feng's laughter, surprisingly soft and dismissive, echoed from the distance, as if he didn't care at all. He neither confirmed nor denied his identity, but the Celestial Race, their eyes already blazing red, had long since identified him as Chu Feng.

"You killed my brother Luo Yi and slaughtered my grand-uncle! This debt is far from settled! Chu Feng, whether you admit it or not today, I know it's you, and I will flay you alive!" Luo Fu roared. Luo Fu, who had lost an arm, had already resolved to have his clansmen capture and kill Chu Feng.

"Oh, fine, just assume I'm Chu Feng," he retorted. "But wasn't your brother Luo Yi exchanged back for fifty drops of Celestial God Liquid? By the way, how many drops would *you* be worth if I sold you? As the Celestial Race's strongest young expert, are you even worth a hundred drops?!" Chu Feng's tone was dismissive, almost condescending.

"You deserve to die!" Luo Fu roared in a frenzy. Luo Yi had been crippled by the attack; though he had been redeemed, both his body and mind were ruined. For a time, he had been like a walking corpse, and only now was he showing some signs of recovery. In their view, Chu Feng had not only destroyed Luo Yi's physical body but also shattered his spirit. It would take a very long time for him to "recover," if ever.

At that very moment, the four Celestial Race elders moved in unison with a resounding boom. Using his divine sound to pinpoint his location, they launched a direct attack. The sight was awe-inspiring: the four of them, acting as one, conjured a colossal golden Celestial God Bell. It roared, emitting the sounds of ancient dao scriptures as it descended with suppressive force.

The scene was terrifying. Golden lotuses rooted themselves in the void, and petals fluttered, all extraordinary phenomena crafted from pure energy. It was as if a Celestial God had descended to suppress evil. Chanting echoed from the void, rising and falling, as if a deity were expounding scriptures, dispelling doubts, and vanquishing demons for the world. Even with a spatial field overlaying that area, the mountain itself exploded, annihilated by the Celestial God Bell forged by the four elders.

People trembled, their scalps tingling with dread. Everyone felt their immense power; the four protectors, united, were indeed formidable, truly worthy of their status as mighty figures from the Celestial Race.

Just then, five more elders entered, each shrouded in ghostly mist. These were the Protectors of the Underworld Race, accompanied by the Underworld God Child, who had come to hunt Chu Feng. A flash of shimmering light revealed four more elders, who resembled Earth humans, also entering the pure land. They were from the Xilin Race, their eyes dark and sinister as they searched for Chu Feng's whereabouts.

"Fellow Daoists, guard the exit! Be extremely cautious and do not let him escape!" a Celestial Race elder called out, entrusting them with securing the passage.

"Understood, everyone. Go ahead; we will hold the line," the Xilin Race members affirmed with a nod.

The five Underworld Race members then advanced in unison, following into the pure land to join the four Celestial Race elders. Together, they launched their assault, intent on slaughtering Chu Feng and meticulously tracking his whereabouts.

"Everyone, I will lead the way!" Just then, a silver Void Rat appeared, its eyes filled with hatred and chilling murderous intent. It was the sole survivor from a group of Void Rats Chu Feng had previously annihilated. The Celestial Race was overjoyed. With the Void Rat as their guide, their efforts would be twice as effective, and they might quickly locate Chu Feng.

"Haha, our thanks to you, young friend of the Void Race." The Void Rat flew closer, divine light radiating from its eyes like glinting daggers. Driven by pure hatred, it took the lead.

Nevertheless, the Celestial Race and the Underworld Race still maintained two separate formations, keeping a distance from each other. They provided mutual support, ready to launch coordinated, fierce attacks at any moment. Meanwhile, Luo Fu of the Celestial Race and the Underworld God Child also joined the pursuit, acting alongside their respective kin as they delved deeper into the pure land to hunt Chu Feng.

Other young prodigies were shaken by the sight. It was clear that something monumental was unfolding in the Land of Ten Thousand Gods today. Such a large mobilization of protectors, solely to eliminate a junior, was truly unprecedented. In the starry sky, such an act would invite widespread ridicule and scorn. A group of elders ganging up on a single young person was utterly shameless. If their younger generations couldn't handle an opponent, it was considered undignified and excessive for the old guard to personally intervene.

However, this was Earth, a fallen land. With no sufficiently powerful evolvers on this planet to speak out, everyone simply watched in silence. For a backward planet targeted by evolvers from powerful worlds, its fate was already sealed. There was no talk of fairness; such notions were a luxury. Had this place been powerful enough, it would never have tolerated evolvers from other planets descending. Typically, for a force to traverse the cosmos and enter another star system, prior notification is mandatory; otherwise, it risks igniting a galactic war!

"Chu Feng, today I swear I will end your wretched life! I'll hack you into pieces and feed you to the hellhounds!" Luo Fu bellowed. Luo Fu's shout served two purposes: genuine intent to kill Chu Feng, and a deliberate provocation to make the target reveal his aura, allowing them to pinpoint his location for a decisive strike.

"Chu Feng, you've died once already," the Underworld God Child sneered, his tone chilling. "I don't know how you resurrected yourself in purgatory by possessing another body. Do you wear that bronze mask now because you're disfigured, too ashamed to show your face?! Don't worry, today we'll kill you a second time, ensuring you'll never again have the chance to possess another body. On a desolate planet like this, human lives are cheaper than a dog's. You'd best die a complete death!"

The Underworld Race had been at the forefront during that era, the main force in the crusade against Earth. They had united countless powers, backed by the Celestial Race and others, to successfully hunt down the "reflecting all heavens" experts on Earth. Every member of their clan from that time had blood on their hands. As descendants of those Underworld Race members, they considered it an era of glory and splendor. That war had solidified their status, enabling their powerful rise. It had shattered a significant obstacle on the path of evolution, sending shockwaves far and wide, subtly positioning them among the top ten great races.

From a distance, Chu Feng's cold voice resonated: "Very well. If you say I am Chu Feng, then I am. Today, I swear, I will slay Luo Fu and kill the Underworld God Child. Before everyone's eyes, I will obliterate the so-called strongest successors of your two races. No one who comes can stop me!"

"Found him!" the Void Rat shrieked, darting towards a specific direction. Divine light erupted as the Celestial and Underworld forces surged forward like thunder. With dazzling brilliance, they moved as if teleporting, rushing to the designated spot. However, upon reaching the location, the Void Rat discovered only a pool of blood, which was burning and quickly drying up, leaving nothing behind.

"Careful! This is a trap! He's not here!" Luo Fu yelled. Having suffered numerous setbacks from Chu Feng, he was now overly suspicious, fearing a hidden danger.

"Fall back! Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder!" the Underworld God Child shrieked, remembering how badly they had been blasted recently. They had indeed found purple crystals in this area, which resembled that devastating weapon. The group frantically retreated. In their minds, Chu Feng was too cunning; his previous use of heavenly thunder to bombard them had been underhanded, and he was likely repeating the tactic now. At this moment, panic spread through their ranks. After all, two Celestial Protectors had died under mysterious and unjust circumstances, making them excessively cautious.

The group dispersed in disarray, retreating backward. Nothing happened, but their formation was completely disrupted.

Just then, a brilliant crimson blade light erupted, dazzling their eyes. The Void Rat shrieked. This miserable creature, which had led them, had hoped to leverage their power for revenge. Instead, it was isolated during their retreat and instantly decapitated by a single slash.

"Ah!" The Void Rat let out one final, mournful shriek before collapsing lifelessly. Its very bones were instantly corroded and dissolved by the Wheel of Samsara Blade, turning to dust.

"You seek death!" several Celestial Race elders roared. They charged forward in unison once more, forming a golden bell to shield their bodies as they lunged ahead.

"Chu Feng, your end is near!" Luo Fu shouted, having finally spotted Chu Feng's presence; the dark-red blade had not yet vanished into the void. Simultaneously, several Underworld Race elders charged forward, joining the encirclement.

The Underworld God Child, initially apprehensive, now sneered. Seeing Chu Feng successfully trapped, he spoke with a sinister grin: "So much for a 'chosen one'—mere ignorance! Today we slaughter you, and tomorrow you'll be nothing but dust, haha!" He felt incredibly satisfied, exchanging a knowing smile with Luo Fu as they prepared to witness Chu Feng's demise.

"Careful, don't let his Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder harm you!" they warned, still harboring some trepidation.

"It's fine," one Celestial Race elder stated calmly. "I have consumed my essence blood to activate a secret treasure, successfully refined within heavenly lightning itself. It can sense lightning and prepare defenses in advance." He spoke with a cold sneer, completely composed.

Yet, at that very instant, tiny points of fire erupted like fireworks, blooming around Chu Feng and scattering in every direction. At first, everyone was confused, thinking the flames were too small, insignificant, like a shower of flower petals. But in a flash, horror seized them. The void was pierced, protective divine light offered no defense, their armor melted away, and any secret treasures they tried to conjure were instantly rendered useless.

"What is this? Variegated Samsara Flames?!" A Celestial Race elder shivered, his voice trembling as he frantically tried to flee. Large portions of his flesh were disintegrating—a terrifying sight. The golden bell, which the four of them had jointly constructed, had already been pierced through, its energy collapsing. It simply could not stop these scattered flames.

At this critical moment, Chu Feng threw caution to the wind. Ignoring all else, he violently shook the stone box, scattering the mass of flames in all directions. Many in the group were struck. He then seized his blade and pursued them, intent on striking down the Underworld God Child and Luo Fu.

"Ah..." Shrieks of agony erupted. Both individuals were already tainted by the variegated flames, their bodies pierced. Now, pursued relentlessly, their situation became dire. They fled desperately, bursting out from the depths of the pure land.

The onlookers were dumbfounded. What was happening? The group had entered to kill Chu Feng, yet they were now being chased out by him instead?

"Stop him!" Several evolvers shot into the sky. Naturally, the Underworld and Celestial Races had more forces present than those initially involved. Others were there, ready to intercept Chu Feng and unite with cultivators from various races to mount a rescue.

But it was too late. The Underworld God Child, caught by Chu Feng, suffered a split at his shoulder, nearly cleaved in two, as blood splattered. He screamed and writhed as his body and spirit were corroded, on the verge of complete annihilation.

"Kill him!" many surged forward, attempting a rescue, but it was futile. In the end, Chu Feng decapitated him. With a single strike, he severed the God Child's head, killing him in front of many onlookers.

"And you, there's no escape!" Chu Feng roared, relentlessly pursuing Luo Fu, the Celestial Race's strongest successor. With one swift strike, Luo Fu's remaining arm was severed, gushing blood. Many, including the Yuan Magnetic Sacred Body, rushed forward, eager to assist. However, Chu Feng granted them no opportunity. He unleashed another strike, forcing everyone back, and with a clean "thwack," he cleaved Luo Fu in half at the waist. It was that decisive.

Luo Fu struggled desperately, attempting to self-mutilate as a last resort, but it was too late. The wound on his severed torso was rapidly corroding and dissolving. He wailed in agony, on the verge of death.

"I told you, today I will surely kill you both!" Chu Feng roared, determined to sever the heads of both God Children amidst the throng of warriors! True to his word, Luo Fu's head soared into the air!

"What good are protectors?" he bellowed. "I will still kill you all without hesitation!"