Chapter 667: Starry Sky Storm

Wei Heng, the ninth strongest in history, stood with a feminine face devoid of expression. A murderous aura transformed into a black tornado, spiraling skyward and making him the eye of the storm.

The sight was terrifying. Several asteroids, three of them larger than the moons outside Planet Nine Nether, along with many massive meteorites, were swept into the black gale, orbiting Wei Heng.

In an instant, he appeared to become the center of this starfield, as the energy fluctuations around his body surged, making even saints' hair stand on end.

Upon receiving the news, Wei Heng immediately rushed to the scene. Yet, even before landing on the surface of Planet Nine Nether, he already knew his youngest son had died.

The bloodline connection had been severed; he could no longer feel it, only faint wisps of decaying death qi remained. This ignited a storm of fury, lightning, and thunder within him.

He was Wei Heng, the supreme expert among saints. Without the emergence of those who "reflect the heavens," who could stand against him? He could sweep across the star sea; among all races in the heavens, who dared to challenge him in battle?!

But today, someone had mercilessly annihilated his most beloved son!

Normally, saints from all sides respected him, and no one dared to offend him. To this day, he had already prematurely enjoyed the treatment reserved for the ancient ancestors of various races!

At times, people already regarded him as a future supreme expert of the "reflecting the heavens" level!

In the space outside Planet Nine Nether, a moon was swept into the black gale around Wei Heng. After orbiting him more than a dozen times, it directly shattered.

This destruction of an asteroid terrified experts from all directions.

Even saints felt a tremor in their hearts. They sensed Wei Heng's terrifying power; if his casual aura was already so potent, what would happen if he truly attacked?

Crack!

Next, another moon disintegrated near Wei Heng, turning into cosmic dust!

With a low roar from Wei Heng, his body instantly swelled dramatically, becoming like a deity emitting terrifying, boundless light, standing tall between heaven and earth.

In an instant, space itself trembled. Many meteorites floating in the universe shook, then exploded, turning into fine powder.

Wei Heng stretched out a massive hand that covered the starfield, and with a raise, he seized the closest planet to Planet Nine Nether, gripping it in his enlarged palm.

He crushed a planet in his grasp; his methods were awe-inspiring!

Vast fluctuations spread out, intimidating everyone.

Evolvers below the saint level trembled uncontrollably. Many involuntarily collapsed, whether on battleships or floating in outer space, and some even directly knelt, shivering.

Wei Heng's hair was disheveled, and his originally handsome face turned cold, devoid of any smile. His empty eyes suddenly shot forth lightning, deterring the saints of all races.

Wei Tiansheng was his favorite youngest son, resembling him the most not only in appearance but also in personality. And now, he had died here mysteriously.

"Who is it?!" Wei Heng roared, as cold lightning from his eyes sliced through the dark universe while he scanned all directions, searching for his enemy.

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded; it belonged to the only person in this nearby starfield who was not intimidated by Wei Heng.

"Brother Wei, what's wrong with you? You're being a bit too overbearing. Yin Jiuque is about to become a saint today, yet you've come here to display your might. What's the meaning of this?"

People looked on, their eyes flashing. A silver war chariot, pulled by celestial horses, stood there emitting a soft glow, its entire form exuding a saintly aura that inspired awe.

That was a saint's mount; anyone capable of using eight pure-blood celestial horses to pull a chariot was undoubtedly a major figure. This chariot could traverse the star sea!

On the silver war chariot, a young man sat idly, enjoying a shoulder massage from a maidservant. People were horrified to discover that the maidservant was the saintess of a very powerful race!

"Li Chongtian, get lost!" Wei Heng said coldly, his words concise and utterly domineering.

However, people everywhere were in an uproar, inexplicably shocked.

Li Chongtian was no ordinary expert. In a certain era, he was revered as the "Fourth Under the Starry Sky," a truly gifted individual who had become a saint many years ago.

Many people showed strange expressions, knowing there was bad blood between the two.

Because in this starfield, Yaoyao, the Nine-Aperture Sky-Penetrating Tribulation Body, and others of that generation were considered the strongest in history, known as the "Golden Generation," unsurpassed.

This was universally acknowledged by all races.

However, some prodigies from other eras were not convinced, such as those from the generation only four hundred years after the Golden Generation.

Li Chongtian, revered as the "Fourth Under the Starry Sky" of the Silver Era, was very unwilling and unconvinced, and he had a past conflict with Wei Heng.

So he spoke directly, targeting Wei Heng.

He didn't know Wei Heng had lost his son; if he had known the inside story, he probably wouldn't have come to challenge him today.

"Wei Heng, you are too arrogant. Let me see if you deserve the title of the ninth strongest in history!" Li Chongtian's face on the silver war chariot was grim. With his immense prestige, who dared to tell him to get lost directly?

Space suddenly darkened. As Wei Heng traversed the starfield, it was utterly destructive, tearing the sky. Black cosmic abysses appeared around him, a terrifying sight.

He attacked directly with incredible speed, appearing on the silver war chariot and raising his fist to strike, his attitude utterly tough and domineering.

He was seething with rage, and anyone who provoked him would unleash his boundless murderous intent. Having lost his beloved son, his heart was already filled with lightning and thunder, his fury like a surging flood!

"You dare!" Li Chongtian was furious, the opponent's direct attack having caught him off guard.

The silver war chariot shattered, and the eight pure-blood celestial horses along with the maidservant evaporated into blood light. In the end, not even cosmic dust remained where they had been; after being blown apart, they were annihilated.

Bang bang bang!

Outsiders couldn't see clearly, only sensing two masses of light entangled in fierce combat. Then, several distant planets successively exploded, blasted apart when the two used their saint artifacts against each other, their light illuminating the dark universe.

A moment later, Li Chongtian fled, half his body covered in blood. He, the "Fourth Under the Starry Sky" of the Silver Era, couldn't defeat the ninth person of the Golden Era. Full of rage, he forcefully tore open the void with both hands and leaped in to escape.

"Fellow Daoist Wei Heng, please calm your anger and accept our condolences."

At this moment, an elder from the Yinque race stepped forward to persuade him.

People were astonished, sensing that something was amiss.

Then the news spread; a secret could not be kept. In fact, the Yinque race didn't want to conceal it and hoped to leverage the power of the experts from various races who had come to "observe the ceremony" to find the culprit.

"Who did this? So domineering! Yin Jiuque, who was about to become a saint, was ambushed and left with only a small portion of his body, a horrific sight. That person also tore off half of Saint Yuwen Chengkong's body and even killed Wei Heng's youngest son, shaking the star sea. This is explosive news!"

The starfield was in an uproar!

The interstellar network covered all regions, surprising evolvers on various life planets and causing a sensation.

Primal Beast Platform, Black Blood Arena, and other online platforms immediately followed up with reports, stirring the hearts of cultivators across the entire starfield and sparking widespread discussion.

"What a ruthless, fierce individual! Descending alone to slaughter, he severed Yin Jiuque's chance to become a saint, crippled Starry Sky Knight Yuwen Chengkong, and eliminated Wei Heng's son. This is a high-profile declaration that he fears neither the Yinque race, the Starry Sky Knight Legion, nor the Xilin race, roaming the starfield without any scruples."

"Hero, I bow down to you; you are too formidable! Take me with you!"

"Ugh, Yin Jiuque is truly humiliated. So many people went to observe the ceremony, only to see him left with just a small portion of his body. This isn't becoming a saint; it's clearly meant to utterly disgrace him."

The starfield was filled with noise and discussion.

Yin Jiuque was enraged by shame, furious and utterly disgraced.

Wei Heng's face was ashen. He wished he could bathe the starfield in blood. No one dared to cross him; even Yin Jiuque and Yuwen Chengkong felt guilty, avoiding him and not daring to meet him.

Not long after, someone witnessed a side of Wei Heng never before seen. Previously, he was quite feminine, but that day he went mad, his hair disheveled, pouncing on a planet. Roaring, he tore the planet into pieces.

He lost control, furious to the point of madness.

"Serves him right; let him taste the pain of losing a loved one too." Chu Feng showed no sympathy.

By this time, they had long escaped the Dragon Sparrow Starfield. In the important palace on the Yinque race's ancestral planet, everyone was still unconscious, unable to transmit the news. For a long time, the event had not yet been exposed.

Young Lady Xi nodded, saying, "Hmm, a sinister person like Wei Heng needs an 'evil' person like you to deal with him."

She had an extremely poor impression of Wei Heng. Pickling his enlightened teacher in a jar was atrocious; just hearing it made one's scalp tingle. Any amount of painful punishment for such a venomous person was not excessive.

Chu Feng glared at her, saying, "Who's evil? How dare you speak like that?!"

At this moment, the Yellow Ox, Ouyang Toad, Old Donkey, and others on Earth showed incredible tacit understanding, logging into Chu Feng's golden account: "How Lonely Is Invincibility."

"Wei Jun Tuodan, doing well?!" They posted immediately.

Just these few simple words made Wei Heng's eyes dark as ink, as murderous intent surged and spread throughout the entire starfield.

Across the universe, people were speechless. This Chu Feng was truly fearless, provoking the "ninth strongest in history" at such a time was like rubbing salt in his wounds.

From the Xilin race, a young individual scolded on the Primal Beast Platform, saying that "How Lonely Is Invincibility" was inhumane and that saying such things at this moment was utterly shameless.

The Big Black Ox immediately retorted, saying, "Go to hell! How dare your Xilin race talk about shamelessness? You are the most despicable ones. What did Wei Jun Tuodan do? He cut off his teacher's head and pickled it in a jar. Is that humane? Since the ancient war, you have been more active than even the Celestial Race and the Underworld Race in hunting down survivors from the mother planet. You are simply beasts, worse than pigs and dogs!"

A verbal battle and a cacophony further disturbed the already restless starfield.

At this moment, another piece of news spread, astonishing all races.

On the Yinque race's ancestral planet, the saint's secluded cultivation ground was robbed and completely ransacked, suffering severe losses. A sacred pool was pulled out by its roots, driving the Yinque race almost insane.

A sacred pool! That was the very foundation of the race, making other saints envious. Otherwise, why would two ancient saints constantly guard that place? It was precisely to protect that sacred pool, yet it was stolen.

Based on the clues left by the great thief, it was judged that he was the one who ambushed Yin Jiuque, Wei Tiansheng, and Yuwen Chengkong.

The Yinque race searched frantically. Losing a sacred pool severely damaged their vitality, a loss even more terrifying and severe than Yin Jiuque being attacked and losing his chance to become a saint.

"Oh, oh, oh, members of the Yinque race, Old Donkey extends his immediate condolences and care to you. And here, I want to tell you, you truly deserve it!"

"Wei Jun Tuodan, you howl like this just because your child died. You've killed so many people; do you know how many families have been torn apart and suffered terribly? This is divine retribution for you. Unconvinced? Come and fight; Old Donkey will kick you to death with one hoof!"

The level of animosity drawn was unprecedented.

Besides the Yinque race and Wei Heng, whose faces were grim, another person was also very hurt.

Ancient Saint Juntuoda's long face was dark. He found that whenever those little brats from Earth spoke up, he was guaranteed to be innocently caught in the crossfire.

Old Donkey, Big Black Ox, Ouyang Toad, and others either spoke using their own accounts or interacted using Chu Feng's golden account, solely to create the illusion that Chu Feng was still on Earth.

"This was done by someone from the Yang Realm!"

Finally, Wei Heng spoke, revealing the truth and stirring a great storm in the star sea. Wei Heng sensed the hot energy remnants of a Yang Realm saint artifact, and Yuwen Chengkong and Yin Jiuque also confirmed it.