Chapter 664: Advancing to the Ancestor Star of Yinque

"You're truly sturdy. With the attack power of someone wearing holy armor, you could even pierce a planet. How is your skin so thick that it hasn't been shattered yet!"

Chu Feng, still fuming, personally kicked Wei Tiansheng's face, making Wei Tiansheng so furious his chest felt like it would explode. However, his mouth was sealed, and his spirit was dissipating, so he couldn't shout or resist.

Whenever Wei Tiansheng's body glowed as he tried to call upon his mental energy, Chu Feng would unceremoniously jab him with the flying spear.

As Wei Tiansheng coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, accompanied by loose teeth, he was so enraged he nearly passed out. This was an unprecedented humiliation.

Who was he? Wei Tiansheng, the son of Wei Heng, the most beloved descendant of the "Ninth in History." He had been groomed since childhood, his goal not merely to become a saint, but one day to illuminate all heavens.

But what was he enduring today? This was an incredibly dark day; even if he survived, his life would be shadowed forever.

Chu Feng had kicked out all of Wei Tiansheng's teeth. A saint losing his teeth—such a thing was unbelievable.

Chu Feng not only didn't stop but intensified his assault, repeatedly jabbing him with the azure flying spear, preventing him from concentrating his mental energy.

Meanwhile, Chu Feng used the dark, ominous shield like a massive palm, swinging it to wildly slap Wei Tiansheng. Wei Tiansheng was beaten beyond recognition, his bones fractured, tendons torn, and body deformed.

At this point, Wei Tiansheng was as miserable as could be. His eyes blazed with fury, and he desperately wanted to unleash a mental roar.

However, a sharp pain shot through his brow; the spearhead had pierced a segment into it. His vision blurred, and the power of the sacred artifact began to crush his spirit, almost completely annihilating it.

Wei Tiansheng truly couldn't bear it. What's more, he noticed something: the metallic holy armor had become translucent, and he could now see two young girls inside?!

No, one was a young boy, but damn, wasn't he too young? It was this unbelievably pretty little fellow who was tormenting him?!

Wei Tiansheng couldn't accept it. He was so enraged he repeatedly spat blood, his eyes burning with fury. He stared at the young boy, thinking, *Is this really the Chu Feng from Earth before?*

He was almost driven mad. A teenager, with such pure eyes, was trampling on his dignity, making him wish he were dead.

If it had been an old monster, he would have accepted it. If it had been a saint, he would have endured it. But to be beaten by a mere teenager? How could he bear it?

Even if the person had been an adult, it would have been different, but he was only in his teens?!

"Don't stare!"

Chu Feng, still in the holy armor, stomped down. Wei Tiansheng's eyes first glowed red, then green, then blue, a manifestation of his transition from congestion to anger, and finally to madness.

He was utterly desperate, ready to ignite his essence blood and detonate his internal origins, hoping to perish together with Chu Feng.

"Nephew, that's useless!" Chu Feng scoffed.

Wearing the holy armor, Chu Feng's perception was extraordinary, so he immediately sensed it. He retreated directly and suppressed Wei Tiansheng with the Heavenly Dao Umbrella.

The innate divine artifact descended, spinning rapidly, tearing space, and creating a black hole that drew in infinite energy, making Wei Tiansheng's energy vanish without a trace.

Most importantly, the Heavenly Dao Umbrella suppressed him, causing Wei Tiansheng's lower half to disappear, evaporating into a bloody mist, completely gone.

Wei Tiansheng was completely crippled, his cultivation eradicated. He instantly appeared to have aged a century; originally very young, white hair now sprouted, and wrinkles appeared on his face.

"Uncle Ming, are you planning to make a move?" Chu Feng asked.

"Never mind, I don't want to see him," Uncle Ming's weak voice replied.

Chu Feng also didn't want to continue fighting. He released Wei Tiansheng and said, "I'll give you a chance for one last dying word."

"My father Wei Heng will personally cripple you and make your life worse than death!" Wei Tiansheng roared. He had been stifled until now, unable to even speak. The frustration was unbearable, his chest filled with resentment, and he felt like he would explode.

Chu Feng was indifferent and said, "Wei Jun, that human trash, I'll boil him sooner or later!"

Wei Tiansheng opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but Chu Feng immediately pulled out a dark red long blade, giving him no chance. "I said, you're only allowed one sentence. Don't think about anything else, shut up!"

Then, with a swift motion, he brought down the Reincarnation Blade, beheading Wei Tiansheng!

Wei Tiansheng was utterly stifled. In that final moment before death, he felt his body burning with rage, with the flames of indignation. He had never encountered such a detestable enemy, one who wouldn't even let him utter a final roar of release. It was outrageous.

The shield, the blue flying spear, and the Reincarnation Blade all prevented him from speaking, scattering his mental energy.

Although he struggled, it was useless. He felt a profound fear because his physical body and spirit were both being annihilated. After being struck by the blade, he was descending into death, his form and spirit vanishing.

If he hadn't lost his cultivation, even if struck by the Reincarnation Blade, his saintly power would prevent him from dying like this. But now it was different; Chu Feng had crippled him.

Wei Tiansheng was experiencing the most terrifying moment of his life. He felt himself dissolving inch by inch, turning to ashes and smoke, making him want to scream in terror.

Though he was ruthless and devoid of emotion, he was still a living being. At the brink of death, he was overwhelmed with terror; he truly didn't want to die.

But, to his dismay, he found that even the right to scream had been stripped from him.

Finally, Wei Tiansheng turned to ashes and smoke, utterly annihilated!

Chu Feng had initially considered extracting some saint's blood, but he refrained. He had heard that saints possessed too many abilities, including the possibility of rebirth from a single drop of blood, and he feared things going wrong.

At the same time, he was wary of Wei Heng, fearing a telepathic connection between father and son that might allow Wei Heng to track them down using the saint's blood one day.

"He's finally dead," exclaimed Young Lady Xi.

Then, a metallic tremor echoed as the mecha transformed back into a spaceship, emanating bursts of light as it retracted the shield, flying spear, and Heavenly Dao Umbrella.

In an instant, several high-quality Nine Netherstones were also collected into the spaceship, as this place was the meditation retreat of a Yin Sparrow clan saint, and there were many Nine Netherstones present.

"Hurry!" Chu Feng urged, feeling immense pressure.

Because they had accomplished such a major feat here, it would likely cause a sensation throughout the universe. Wei Heng's son had been slaughtered, two Sub-Saints had died tragically, and Yuwen Chengkong and Yin Jiuque had nearly been ambushed—this was huge news.

In an instant, they fled Nine Nether Star. During their escape, Chu Feng rapidly carved, causing dozens to hundreds of Nine Netherstones to glow with intricate symbols.

Soon after, even though the spaceship had escaped the chilling black planet and was no longer suppressed by the Nine Nether aura, no Yang energy was leaking out.

This was because the rune stones Chu Feng carved from high-grade Nine Netherstones were working, concealing the intense energy within the spaceship.

Chu Feng said, "No Yang energy is spreading; this is much safer. Quickly activate stealth and have the ship proceed hidden in the void!"

"What's the big deal? Are you still afraid of those ghost saints?" Young Lady Xi said dismissively.

Chu Feng said, "You haven't seen truly ruthless individuals. If Wei Heng, an ultimate saint, were to appear, it would be a completely different matter. Even with these holy artifacts, you wouldn't stand a chance."

As for those who illuminate all heavens, there's no need to even consider them; encountering one means certain death.

Chu Feng speculated, "I reckon Yin Jiuque and Yuwen Chengkong have definitely notified Wei Heng after their escape. He's probably already on his way, perhaps even close to reaching Nine Nether Star."

The spaceship performed several spatial jumps, moving far away from that star system. This allowed Young Lady Xi and Chu Feng to finally breathe a sigh of relief, no longer feeling the urgency.

Only then did Chu Feng go to check on Uncle Ming in the cold storage room. His eyes grew sore; that was a venerable ancient saint, yet his fate had turned out so tragically.

"Uncle Ming!"

Chu Feng's eyes reddened, and he nearly shed tears, a stark contrast to his demeanor when he had just suppressed and killed Wei Tiansheng.

Uncle Ming was reduced to just a head, his white hair stained with blood, and his cloudy, aged eyes were dim. He was clearly in his twilight years, his life force seemingly ready to extinguish at any moment.

Fortunately, he was a saint; even in his dying state, he was incomparable to lower-level evolvers, and thus could withstand the Yang energy on the spaceship.

"Although I have elixirs from the Yang realm here, they certainly aren't suitable for you," Young Lady Xi said, shaking her head.

She knew that if Uncle Ming truly ingested such a powerful medicine, it would likely ignite the poor old man's head directly, not only failing to save him but also accelerating his demise.

"Uncle Ming, it's alright, I will definitely heal you," Chu Feng said.

"Good child, I'm very happy to see you've reached this point," Uncle Ming said, his cloudy old eyes showing relief, regret, and also hope.

He saw Chu Feng, so full of vitality and so young, yet he had actually slain a saint. Regardless of whether he used external aids, he had ultimately achieved a feat that shook the universe.

Uncle Ming realized that the era belonging to his generation had ended. Perhaps he, like his old friends from back then, should now disappear from this world.

"My old friends, I am about to reunite with you all. Let's gather beneath the earth and go to battle again. Our glorious years, our time of might and influence... I am with you!"

Upon hearing such words, Chu Feng immediately felt uneasy and anxiously cried out, "Uncle Ming, you must pull yourself together! Yaoyao said she wants you to witness her annihilate the Xilin clan, cleave open the Celestial God Star with one hand, and suppress those enemies at the 'illuminating all heavens' level!"

He felt that what this old man probably couldn't let go of the most right now was Yaoyao. He had no other thoughts, so he had to make him rally.

"I believe Yaoyao can do it, and you're not bad either!" Uncle Ming's eyes brightened, and he seemed more energetic than before.

Chu Feng said, "Absolutely, Uncle Ming needs to see all of that with his own eyes! You've been fighting since ancient times; how can you back down now? You must live on. I still want to ask you to guide my cultivation. You could teach Yaoyao, and Yaoyao's fiancé, the third greatest under the stars, and even Wei Heng, the ninth greatest under the stars. So you can definitely teach an unparalleled and lonely me under the stars! Wait for me to rise and help you destroy Wei Heng!"

Chu Feng's words made Uncle Ming's eyes sparkle. If he could truly teach an unparalleled genius who might one day help Yaoyao and contend with Wei Heng and others, then he would die without regret.

And if Chu Feng could defeat Wei Heng and the others, that would also be Chang Ming's glory and splendor, a brilliant achievement that would allow him to die with a smile.

"Alright, I want to live!" Uncle Ming said.

After igniting his will to live, Chu Feng hurriedly grabbed Wei Tiansheng's spatial bracelet, which was the only spoils of war.

The other two Sub-Saints, along with their artifacts, had been pulverized by the Heavenly Dao Umbrella, leaving nothing behind.

Fortunately, Chu Feng personally engaged Wei Tiansheng; otherwise, even this spatial artifact wouldn't have survived.

"Uncle Ming, with my current cultivation, I can't open the Xilin clan's spatial artifact. Please take a look; there should be many elixirs inside. Quickly refine some to recover your vitality. Even saints can regenerate from a drop of blood, let alone you, esteemed elder, whose intelligent head is still intact."

Half an hour later, the spaceship was filled with laughter, and the atmosphere became cheerful.

Afterward, Uncle Ming fell silent, beginning his secluded cultivation to heal and recuperate.

"Where do we go next?" Young Lady Xi asked.

Chu Feng said, "To the Yin Sparrow clan's ancestral star, of course. We're already in this star system; it would be disrespectful not to pay them a visit as we pass by their doorstep."

"At the cusp of a storm..." Young Lady Xi mumbled first, then added, "But it's also truly an opportunity. Yin Jiuque and the others, having escaped, surely won't tolerate this and will go fetch reinforcements. Perhaps that ancestral star will be emptied, with all saints sent out. That... is our chance!"

Chu Feng nodded, saying, "Exactly. This entire star system is likely to erupt in chaos, with experts from the Yin Sparrow and Xilin clans potentially flooding in. Your spaceship can hide in the void, so perhaps we can seize the opportunity when the Yin Sparrow ancestral star's defenses are lax and it's empty, and wipe them out completely!"

In fact, such an opportunity did exist.

Outside, many powerful clans sensed an anomaly and received reports that something was happening with the Yin Sparrow clan, who were deploying forces on a large scale, covering the Nine Nether Star region.

"Huh, what's going on with the Yin Sparrow clan? Is someone about to break through and become a saint? This clan is truly remarkable; they're about to gain another saint!"

Soon, someone with great divine abilities discerned part of the secret and spread it to the outside world.

"Yin Jiuque might be becoming a saint! It's rumored he bought a saint's origin head from Wei Heng and intends to break through using it!"

The outside world was in an uproar; everyone thought Yin Jiuque was about to become a saint, and that the Yin Sparrow clan's large-scale deployment was to protect him during his breakthrough.

When Yin Jiuque received the news, his face twitched, and he nearly vomited blood. He truly didn't know what the outside world's reaction would be when the truth was revealed soon.

"Our target: the Yin Sparrow ancestral star. Advance!"

Chu Feng and Young Lady Xi, with audacious courage, piloted toward the Yin Sparrow clan's ancestral star.

"It's fine. Ever since their clan's old ancestor entered the deepest part of the Nine Nether Forbidden Zone in his later years and never came out alive, the clan has had no experts at the 'illuminating all heavens' level!"