Chapter 646: Slaying All Enemies in All Directions

"It's not Chu Feng, who are you?!" Ying Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded. She had been so sure it was Chu Feng, yet she still wanted to see the face beneath the bronze mask. Now, her eyes wide, she stood there stunned.

"It's me," Chu Feng said with a slight smile, his face relaxing to reveal his true appearance. He had merely altered his look by strategically stretching and bunching parts of his facial skin.

"Give me back my snacks, and... my sister's belt!" Ying Xiaoxiao exclaimed, jumping down instantly.

Meanwhile, Ying Wudi's face darkened when he heard these words. He advanced again with an unfriendly expression. Ying Zhexian also moved gracefully to block Chu Feng's path.

"It's purely a misunderstanding. I'll return them to you," Chu Feng said with a smile, simultaneously putting on his bronze mask.

But the next moment, his expression changed. With a sudden movement, he fled!

He felt a powerful murderous intent, a formidable killing aura emanating from a group of approaching individuals. Members of the Xilin, Spirit, and Machine races were drawing near, and they happened to spot Chu Feng.

"Hey, liar!" Ying Xiaoxiao shouted from behind.

Ying Wudi's expression was grim and fluctuating. At Ying Zhexian's silent command, he ultimately held back from pursuing, simply watching Chu Feng's retreating figure.

"Still trying to escape? Stay!"

The Machine race members roared, with over a dozen of them simultaneously swinging their long blades forward.

Chu Feng dodged, instantly leaping onto his Dharma Boat. He intended to conceal its presence and then assassinate his foes one by one.

However, members of the Xilin race sneered. One of them raised a bone mirror, shining its light onto Chu Feng, which caused the Green Bamboo Boat to reveal a hazy, indistinct outline, preventing it from vanishing completely.

"Chu Feng, you can't escape!" someone from the Xilin race roared.

The group surged forward to attack, their hands glowing as they unleashed various secret treasures. This included the Machine race members, each wielding an alloy battle saber, striking towards the sky.

These were all masters: middle-aged men and elderly evolvers. Each possessed formidable strength; even the weakest among them were "Essence Devouring" realm evolvers, a level beyond Visualization. Many more were even two major cultivation realms above that!

These were fierce warriors, ordered to slaughter Chu Feng and retrieve his body, whether he was dead or alive. They were deeply wary of him; if he had truly escaped from purgatory, it would be an unnerving display of power, and he had to be suppressed during his ascent.

What followed was a deadly battle, destined to shock the outside world and be recorded in the annals of modern cultivators. Several major races jointly besieged Chu Feng, causing immense upheaval in the Kunlun Mountains.

Soon after, forces from the Great Dream Pure Land arrived. Some, including an old woman, launched an assault, employing dream-weaving techniques to forcefully disrupt Chu Feng's spirit and cause significant interference.

"You think Young Master Chu is easy to bully? Damn it, I'll fight you all to the death!"

Chu Feng fought a bloody battle. He had already acquired the immortal medicine and wanted to escape, but his adversaries were equally desperate, determined to stop him at all costs.

Chu Feng went all out, recklessly flinging out treasures. These included single-use talismans, which had been refined by super powerful cultivators and gifted to divine scions and saintesses. Chu Feng had amassed a considerable reserve of them, and now he unleashed them, transforming them into soaring sword light that overwhelmed his enemies.

He also hurled lightning-path secret treasures, detonating them upon impact. The resulting blinding lightning enveloped several individuals, causing a gruesome rain of blood as they were torn apart on the spot.

Furthermore, he unleashed purple crystal heavenly thunder and gourds containing blood fiends, continuously hurling them into the crowd, barraging them without restraint.

Simultaneously, he took out a black talisman and bit it, instantly boosting his speed. He darted unpredictably, from east to west, left to right. The Samsara Blade in his hand glowed with dazzling light, and any enemy it touched, drawing blood, was guaranteed to fall.

This was a battle that shocked the entire cosmos, reverberating through the outer regions where observers followed the events intently. Although they couldn't directly monitor the dimensional space with their heavenly eyes, news was constantly being transmitted outwards.

"Breaking news! Chu Feng has gone on a rampage, bathing Kunlun in blood! The Celestial Race has been completely annihilated, every last one of them slain by Chu Feng alone!"

"Latest news: The formidable individuals from the Nether Race have been utterly annihilated, not a single one left alive, all slaughtered by the great demon Chu Feng!"

All sorts of reports spread like wildfire, shocking the outer regions.

This was because some individuals had entered that dimensional space and found vast bloodstains, the destroyed Heaven-Reaching Ladder of the Celestial Race, and large quantities of pulverized remains. Yet, no living members of the Celestial or Nether Races were found, leading to the conclusion that they had all been wiped out.

The outer regions erupted. Had the reinforcements from both races truly been annihilated just like that?

"Kill him! Don't let this brat escape! Destroy him!" the Xilin race members roared, rallying everyone to join the encirclement.

A purple crystal heavenly thunder exploded near one of them, sending the incomplete Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand flying and instantly killing him.

Chu Feng attacked ferociously, fighting for his life. He chewed "Six Paths Reincarnation Pills" like candy, rapidly restoring his essence, energy, and spirit, and sweeping away enemies in all directions.

Of course, he himself narrowly escaped death multiple times. Without these precious pills to sustain him, he would have been torn to pieces and crippled long ago. The sheer number of opponents and their high cultivation realms were overwhelming. Had they not feared his Samsara Blade and the colorful flames he could unleash at any moment, he would have undoubtedly perished there.

This was a bitter fight!

"All of you, die!"

Chu Feng roared in fury. During the fierce battle, he activated a field in the area, sending a group of people flying. Immediately, blood steamed, some died, others were injured, and the rest retreated in disarray.

"He's dead for sure! Don't be afraid, everyone! There's only a tiny bit of Samsara Fire left in his hand; if he uses it, it will be completely extinguished. There are enough of us to kill him ten times over!"

Several major races possessed incomplete Yin-Yang Mirrors, a high-end standard secret treasure that powerful races could master. However, complete versions could not currently be brought into Earth. If complete, this item could even ensnare souls, making it truly terrifying.

"If you're not afraid of death, then come closer!"

Chu Feng's speed was now unparalleled. He darted left and right through the crowd, the black talisman amplifying his agility to its extreme, constantly flashing across the battlefield to block his adversaries.

Unable to resist, he flicked his finger, and another wisp of flame shot forth, resolving a dangerous situation by piercing through three individuals. The affected cultivators screamed in agony, their faces contorted in pain.

Chu Feng wanted to break through the encirclement, but his opponents were utterly fearless, vowing to take his life and committing their full strength to the siege.

In the distance, figures such as the Heavenly Mandate Immortal Body, Primordial Magnetic Saint Body, Vermilion Bird Fairy, Yuan Yuan, Ying Wudi, and the Buddhist Son watched, each with a solemn expression.

Qin Luoyin also arrived, but before she could even approach the battlefield, she felt a sudden discomfort in her abdomen and stumbled backward. This was because the little Daoist priest within her was overcome with excitement. He sensed his father's overwhelming blood qi from outside, a force so potent it seemed to blanket the entire area, causing his own bloodline to resonate and strengthen his essence and energy.

"Am I, this Daoist master, destined in this life to become a mighty bloodline cultivator? Will I be a Chaos Divine Body, a Dao Ancestor Saint Embryo, or an Immortal Flying Body that transcends all calamities?"

His excitement was so intense that Qin Luoyin wished she could immediately sit down and refine him.

"Bestow the sacred blood and apprehend the native Chu Feng!"

In the outer regions, several Saints stood together, collectively bestowing their blood. They refined its essence into a fist-sized container, which glowed with divine radiance, appearing brilliantly red, crystalline, and utterly sacred.

A powerful individual from the Spirit race bowed, trembling as he received the sacred blood essence, then turned and plunged towards Earth.

The Celestial Race, Nether Race, and others were truly enraged. The slaughter of their clansmen and the annihilation of their reinforcements infuriated them. Even some Saints could no longer restrain their wrath. They collectively refined a mass of true blood, imbued with terrifying destructive power, intending to target and extinguish the flame in Chu Feng's hand.

They believed Chu Feng would be doomed once he lost the protection of the Samsara Fire.

"Can that wisp of flame be extinguished?" Even the Saints felt apprehensive, unsure of the outcome.

"If it were a complete mass, we'd be powerless, but now only a tiny wisp remains, less than one-tenth of its original power. We should be able to extinguish it!"

In Kunlun, the Spirit race powerhouse arrived and immediately proclaimed the decrees of several Saints. He announced that whoever killed Chu Feng would earn great merit, inciting the crowd to attack him.

Then, he abruptly conjured and detonated the container. The sacred blood, now unsealed, burst forth with a thunderous roar, a crimson wave flying towards Chu Feng, intending to annihilate him, body and soul.

In that instant, Kunlun was engulfed in roaring winds and thunder, and the heavens and earth changed color. This was a power that transcended limits, forbidden in this realm.

In fact, the Saints in the outer regions suffered a backlash. Fleeing proved useless as a mirror materialized on Earth, reflecting their bodies and causing them to scream in agony.

"Chu Feng is doomed!"

In Kunlun, many people were shocked yet excited.

However, something strange happened. This time, instead of the colorful flames striking, the stone box directly absorbed all the blood, drawing it into its walls as if it were absorbing nutrients.

Of course, it only absorbed the essence; a wave of contaminated blood was then violently repelled, flying back along its original path and leading to catastrophic consequences.

"Ah..."

A chorus of screams erupted, transforming the area into a slaughterhouse. Vast numbers of cultivators from the Spirit, Xilin, and Machine races wailed in agony; some dissolved instantly, others were left with broken bodies riddled with bloodied holes.

It was a scene of utter devastation: the sacred blood essence absorbed, its dregs returned, creating a hellish spectacle. Mountains collapsed, cultivators plummeted en masse, screaming piercingly.

Chu Feng was shocked, his expression peculiar, as he stared at the stone box. He remembered something.

When he had first found the stone box, besides the seeds, there was also some soil solidified into stone. The Yellow Ox had told him that this earth was nourished by exotic blood, possessing sacred properties capable of cultivating seeds.

However, countless years had passed, and the potent essence of that exotic blood had long since dissipated, leaving only ordinary soil that had hardened into stone.

Now, Chu Feng finally witnessed that the stone box could indeed absorb exotic blood. If he were to place a bit of soil inside now, he might even be able to cultivate three seeds!

This was truly an unexpected surprise. While it had resolved the sacred blood crisis, it also presented a potentially immense fortune for Chu Feng!

"Kill!"

Facing a host of wailing adversaries, Chu Feng went on a ruthless killing spree, sweeping through them.

"Report!"

In the outer regions, someone roared, delivering a report to the powerhouses of various races.

"Chu Feng, he..."

"What happened to him?!" someone demanded.

"He's slaughtered every member of the Xilin Race, annihilated the Machine Race, the Great Dream Pure Land, and the Spirit Race! He's bathing Kunlun in blood, and the sacred blood proved useless against him!"

"What?!" The involved races were a mix of shock and fury, utterly disbelieving.

The outer regions erupted in chaos!

Chu Feng unleashed a massacre in Kunlun, sweeping through all his enemies. His blade found blood with every strike, and he carved a path to freedom. Ninety percent of the powerful figures from various races who dared to obstruct him were annihilated before he calmly departed.

This was destined to be a major event that would shock the starry sea, causing a massive sensation on that very day!

Later, this battle was analyzed and slated to be recorded in the annals of modern cultivators. No fewer than ten major races, including the Celestial, Nether, Spirit, Xilin, and Machine races, had launched a coordinated siege. Yet, the outcome was a crushing defeat for them, as the great demon Chu Feng slaughtered all his adversaries and calmly made his departure.

The fact that veteran cultivators from ten races couldn't withstand a single young evolver was incomprehensible and brought immense shame to all involved parties.

At this moment, Chu Feng found an uninhabited area, set up a special field, and prepared to consume the immortal medicine. He desired to become even stronger, hoping to achieve a super evolution!

However, he felt a slight apprehension, unsure of the fruit's true effects.