Chapter 639: All Annihilated

A multitude of evolutionaries charged forward, but they still could not stop Chu Feng. He beheaded two divine sons amidst the crowd, his long saber glowing menacingly with red light, striking fear into people’s hearts.

“Ah…”

The God Race, the Netherworld Race, and other forces, though not as strong as the guardians, were by no means weak. They all went mad. These were the strongest successors of two major races, brutally cleaved and beheaded in plain sight—how could they endure it?!

A group of people surged upwards. They also rallied others who followed the two major races, swarming forward in a rush, intending to besiege Chu Feng.

“Hmm?!”

Chu Feng sensed something was amiss. Someone was concealing their true intentions; a divine light flickered in their eyes, showing not despair, but a hint of surprise. He charged towards the spot where Luo Fu had been killed.

Chu Feng was even faster. Man and saber became one, transforming into a streak of light. He turned and rushed back, then erupted with dazzling red radiance, intense and brilliant, spanning the sky!

This was because he saw that after Luo Fu’s head was severed, although it was being corroded and dissolved by the Reincarnation Saber, seemingly on the verge of complete annihilation of body and spirit, there was still a trace of vitality. A cluster of true blood glowed and shimmered behind his head.

“Stop him!”

“Quick, intercept him! Don’t let him get close!”

Someone grew anxious, furiously shouting.

At this moment, not just Chu Feng, but everyone else realized there was a hidden agenda.

Chu Feng, man and saber as one, transformed into a dazzling and blazing saber light. Upon approaching, he instantly discerned the truth: behind the severely corroded head, which was about to completely dissolve, there was a cluster of true blood containing a divine talisman, exuding vibrant life force, and also a ball of spiritual light.

A Death-Substitute Talisman!

He immediately knew this was a rare and precious secret treasure possessed only by supreme sects and the strongest races. Saints would extract their own primordial life essence at great cost to prepare this divine item for their most exceptional direct descendants.

Earlier, in Purgatory, Qin Luoyin had survived thanks to a Death-Substitute Talisman; otherwise, she would have long perished under the single-colored blue flames.

“Kill him!”

Some members of the God Race roared. Guardians rushed out from the depths of the Pure Land. Some had severed arms, others had lost half their bodies, and even more had died tragically, all burned by the multi-colored flames. Ultimately, three disfigured individuals emerged. Their survival was due to their decisive action, self-sacrificing parts of their bodies to prevent the multi-colored flames from spreading through their flesh and spirit.

“Chu Feng, get lost!”

“You little beast, your entire clan should be exterminated! You’re courting death!”

The three were agitated and charged madly. They re-integrated, unleashing dazzling energy to form a golden battle spear. The spear was blindingly bright, as if forged from sunlight, and it thrust towards Chu Feng, decisively cutting him off and preventing him from approaching Luo Fu’s true blood and the Death-Substitute Talisman.

Everyone watched intently. At this critical moment, the God Race guardians had returned, surprisingly creating a possibility for the situation to reverse, as they were about to save Luo Fu and allow him to regenerate.

However, Chu Feng’s figure flickered, like an illusory flower in a dream, vanishing from his spot. He combined the “Horizon at Hand” divine technique with the “Shrinking the Ground to an Inch” profound art, moving incredibly fast. He dodged the energy-infused golden spear and instantly appeared before Luo Fu’s true blood, raising his saber and bringing it down.

This time, the long saber was silent. It cleaved through the true blood, annihilated the spiritual cluster, and severed the Death-Substitute Talisman.

“Ah… Chu Feng, I won’t let you go even if I become a ghost!” Luo Fu wailed piteously, uttering his final words, filled with hatred and resentment, utterly unwilling to accept his fate.

He had thought he would survive, escaping death’s grasp. How could he have expected that Chu Feng would launch a surprise attack, delivering another blow, and sending him back on his way?

Having seen hope, only to be plunged into despair once more, the feeling was unbearable. At that critical juncture, he experienced the bitterness and torment of falling from heaven into hell.

It was just one death, yet he was tormented beyond endurance, experiencing such drastic ups and downs that he finally collapsed.

“I came back from hell myself, so why would I fear a little ghost like you? Besides, you have no chance of reincarnation!” Chu Feng said coldly and mercilessly, “When I say I’ll kill you, I’ll ensure you’re thoroughly dead!”

Then, he turned and left, piloting his Dharma boat away, enraging the three disfigured guardians to the point of madness.

In the distance, waves of screams erupted. These were the ordinary forces of the Netherworld Race; some were severed diagonally by the crimson saber light, some were cut in half at the waist, and others had their heads fly off. Large sprays of blood splattered, and severed arms, half-bodies, and heads fell together.

Then, with a single strike, Chu Feng cleaved apart the Netherworld Divine Son’s cluster of true blood and Death-Substitute Talisman, eliciting a shrill and desperate scream from the spot.

In the distance, two Netherworld Race guardians rushed over. Originally, there were five of them, but three had instantly perished. The remaining two were more severely injured than the God Race guardians, having been directly hit by the Reincarnation Fire, which was extremely brutal. Thus, their return from the depths of the Pure Land was considerably slower. They could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded; no one else from the Netherworld Race could save their strongest Divine Son.

The observing evolutionaries were all horrified, then dumbfounded. The Netherworld Race also possessed a rare Death-Substitute Talisman, yet their Divine Son still couldn’t escape death; he was thoroughly killed.

Moreover, the matter was not yet concluded. The instant Chu Feng piloted the green bamboo boat and vanished into the void, an unparalleled killing intent erupted once more.

With a roar, a dazzling energy mushroom cloud bloomed, bringing with it boundless starlight and phenomena like the sun, moon, and stars. This was a mother-gold bracelet, unleashed by Chu Feng with full power. It precisely struck one of the surviving Netherworld Race guardians, causing him to explode, his body and spirit completely disintegrating, filling the air with a mist of blood.

What was happening?!

A group of guardians had clearly descended to besiege Chu Feng, but how had the situation suddenly changed so drastically? They were all critically wounded, fleeing from the Pure Land, and then counter-killed!

At this point, only one of the five major Netherworld Race guardians remained.

“No good, fellow Daoist, come this way!” the three masters of the God Race shouted. They launched a combined attack once more, each emitting golden light, forming a trinity to construct a defensive golden great bell. They then charged forward, attempting to rescue the last remaining guardian.

They were certain Chu Feng would not let this opportunity slip away.

As expected, a streak of ghastly beautiful saber light, crimson and brilliant, with an eerie allure, bloomed there. It flew out almost simultaneously with the cosmic mother-gold bracelet.

The last Netherworld Race guardian, despite defending with all his might, could not escape his demise. He had already been severely wounded by the Reincarnation Fire, losing half his body, and was now powerless to resist.

Consequently, blood splattered and secret treasures shattered. He was split open by Chu Feng’s saber from his brow, his body cleaved into two halves, and a rain of blood scattered.

They, however, did not possess Death-Substitute Talismans. Such items were too precious, requiring a saint to pay a great price, fusing their own primordial life essence with divine materials to forge them.

Accompanied by this final scream, this group of Netherworld Race experts was completely annihilated. Chu Feng had wiped them out in such a short time, leaving not a single guardian or divine son remaining.

Those who had originally intended to step forward were all intimidated, trembling with fright. Even those hoping to profit from the chaos dared not make a move, watching helplessly as this unfolded.

“All of you today are but dirt!” Chu Feng declared forcefully, standing firm in the sky.

Not long ago, the Netherworld Divine Son and others had declared that they would slay Chu Feng today, and tomorrow he would be nothing but dirt. Yet, they themselves were all annihilated, not a single one remaining.

Chu Feng vanished, plunging into the depths of the Pure Land. He went to retrieve the Reincarnation Fire, to see how much of it remained.

This time, he achieved such battle results entirely thanks to these multi-colored flames. Their power was exceptionally formidable; combined with the dark red long saber and the green bamboo boat that could conceal him, it was simply an invincible match.

Otherwise, let alone those guardians, even Luo Fu and the Netherworld Divine Son would not have been so easily defeated. They were burned half to death by the multi-colored flames, became extremely weak, and were ultimately slaughtered by him while attempting to escape.

In the depths of the Pure Land, there were indeed faint, flickering spots of multi-colored flames. Chu Feng was overjoyed and quickly absorbed them with the stone box, gathering a small cluster.

Ultimately, he recovered less than half, the rest having been consumed.

Then, without looking back, he charged out again, ready to kill his enemies. Striking while the iron was hot, he intended to slay all his adversaries.

At this moment, the three surviving God Race guardians were caught between a rock and a hard place, filled with shock and fury, their faces ashen. Finally, they helplessly retreated towards the exit.

Nearby, everyone’s hearts pounded, and then they began to whisper and discuss heatedly. This was a major event; there was no doubt that the starry sky would soon erupt in commotion.

Luo Fu, the God Race’s strongest successor and a peak young expert in the universe, had died. The Netherworld Race’s Divine Son, also a heavenly talent, had perished alongside him. Their simultaneous deaths were bound to cause a huge uproar.

A burst of multi-colored flames, with blue, silver, gold, and six other colors dancing, suddenly erupted as the three God Race guardians approached the exit.

Chu Feng struck mercilessly, not hesitating to expend more Reincarnation Fire. He unleashed it fiercely just as the God Race guardians converged with the four Xilin Race guardians guarding the exit.

At this moment, the three God Race guardians—those with severed arms, those who had lost their lower bodies—were already terrified, like startled birds. They immediately panicked, their trinity defense nowhere to be seen.

“Roar!”

Chu Feng roared like a great devil king, his disheveled hair flowing, his eyes blazing with light. His energy aura was like a collapsing flood, and he unleashed his full power for a decisive kill.

Within the cosmic mother-gold bracelet, a black hole formed, silently devouring a guardian and crushing him into a ball of blood light.

Where Chu Feng’s long saber struck, another guardian was instantly cleaved, dying miserably on the spot. The last remaining God Race member was extremely unlucky; he was enveloped by the multi-colored flames and completely turned to ash.

As for the four Xilin Race members, they were fleeing with all their might. However, some had already been touched by the flames, emitting piteous wails, and Chu Feng pursued them relentlessly.

How could they coordinate at such a critical moment? They fled for their lives individually. Upon seeing the complete annihilation of the God Race and Netherworld Race, the four had long been terrified and intended to retreat. Now, they had no will to fight.

In the end, some of them died right at the exit, some fled into the distance, some became crippled halfway with flames clinging to them and were finished off by Chu Feng. Others were caught by Chu Feng and slaughtered single-handedly!

Ultimately, all four Xilin Race masters were annihilated; not a single one remained. Chu Feng thus carved a bloody path out of Kunlun, slaying this group of elder experts, his long saber dripping with blood, like a god of slaughter!

Someone captured this final scene with an optical computer and transmitted it to the outer realms, instantly triggering a storm.

A young man wearing a bronze mask, dragging a long saber with one hand, his path stained with enemy blood, stood outside Kunlun Mountain like a great devil god, looking down upon the world.

The outer realms were greatly shaken. What was happening? Where were those guardians? Had they all been slaughtered by this devil-god-like youth?!

“Extra! Extra! The Great Demon Chu Feng has returned, bathing Kunlun in blood!”

This explosive news, accompanied by the final photograph, spread across the starry sky, immediately causing a massive uproar!