Chapter 775: Specialize in Defeating Old Geniuses

Chu Feng felt no fear, whether facing an elite from the Chaos Heavenly God Palace or a grand master at the quasi-golden body level. A crimson divine light burst from his glabella, and he simultaneously activated a small black bell, directly aiming for a decisive strike.

There was no need to hold back his trump card. After all, his opponent was neither benevolent nor weak; a moment of carelessness could easily lead to being counter-killed.

A resonant bell chimed, like the roar of a grand divine bell from the primordial era, traversing time and space, spanning the vast ancient lands, and manifesting in this world.

Just that one bell sound sent out surging black energy ripples, causing many nearby individuals to cry out. Even those at a distance were affected, screaming in agony, their souls violently shaken, and many nearly disintegrated.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh... A group of people soared into the sky, dodging away. They realized that Wu Lunhui, possessing the Human King bloodline, was too terrifying; such an attack could bypass numbers and target everyone!

If they had been closer, in the heart of that battle, they would have been in grave danger, likely shattered into soul fragments by the bell's resonance!

Everyone watched intently, fixing their gaze on the center of the battlefield, where Luo Shirong was bearing the full force of the attack.

Wave after wave of black ripples undulated through the area, appearing gentle, yet their effect was astonishing. Black smoke billowed from Luo Shirong's entire body, his soul being scorched and nearly torn asunder. Parts of his spirit body, enveloped by the bell's waves, were cracking and on the verge of exploding!

"How is that possible?!" some onlookers cried out in shock. A quasi-golden body level evolutionist was actually being suppressed by Chu Feng and was in mortal danger.

"Argh!" Luo Shirong roared, utterly shocked. He had cultivated for over forty years and was considered a rare genius-level evolutionist, yet now he was gravely wounded and nearly killed by a mere youth.

Boom, boom, boom! During this, a terrifying drumming sound resonated from Luo Shirong's body, as if a deity from the age of gods was awakening, beating drums to rally generals and strike fear into hearts. Streaks of purple light erupted from his body, revealing that he also possessed a remarkable spiritual weapon. This weapon was protecting his spirit body, which otherwise might have been shattered by Chu Feng's soul bell. At the last moment, a small drum, wreathed in misty purple energy, emerged from his body and positioned itself defensively, blocking the bell.

"Kill!" Chu Feng glowed brilliantly, his spiritual power profound, and his constructed spirit body exceptionally strong. With a sudden roar, he unleashed even greater energy, making the black bell vibrate violently.

Another bell chime sent out specks of black light, transforming into ripples that swept forward.

Luo Shirong felt a sense of frustration, finding himself incredibly passive after just a single exchange. As the bell waves surged, his body trembled violently once more. The small purple drum before him glowed, erupting fiercely and unleashing beam after beam of light to counter the bell's waves. Between these two soul artifacts, black light and purple aura erupted simultaneously, clashing violently like crashing waves and rocks exploding in the air.

For a moment, those nearby exchanged horrified glances. This was merely the start of the engagement, yet it was already so perilous. Everyone could sense the extreme danger of this duel; one misstep, and an immediate, decisive defeat was certain.

They were using their trump cards right from the start!

The bell continued to chime, its black body growing to more than half a person's height. The purple drum also expanded, firing beam after beam of light.

Chu Feng suddenly moved, charging forward and kicking the bell. It resonated with a grand, 황钟大吕-like roar, as if cleansing the mortal world. This spiritual energy, when impacting the soul, was exceptionally terrifying!

Luo Shirong groaned repeatedly, his body staggering as black smoke once again billowed from him, a sign of his soul being scorched. He was shocked that his soul drum couldn't defend against the bell.

Chu Feng continued to drive the great bell forward, pressing his attack. Given the soul bell's overwhelming dominance, he saw no need to expend other resources, choosing to unleash its full power directly. The half-human-tall bell glowed, black flames flickering with a powerful surge of yang energy, far more potent than Chu Feng's own, as it crashed forward. The purple soul drum vibrated, emitting dazzling beams of light, but it was still knocked sideways and forced back.

Luo Shirong's body smoked as if he were a scarecrow engulfed in black flames. He roared, his eyes filled with icy fury. Such a battle outcome filled him with humiliation. He had boasted grandly, yet now he was in such a pathetic state, repeatedly suffering heavy blows!

At that moment, Chu Feng activated the great bell, soaring into the air and lunging forward for the kill.

"Now!" A cold glint flashed in Luo Shirong's eyes.

In an instant, blinding golden light erupted as a soul blade suddenly shot forth, slashing towards Chu Feng in a terrifying ambush. Everyone had believed he was at a disadvantage, in a perilous and unfavorable situation. They hadn't anticipated that he still possessed another soul artifact, which he hadn't used even in his earlier pathetic state, and now he suddenly unleashed it! He intended to catch Chu Feng by surprise and cleave his spirit body with a single strike!

The terrifying black bell, resonating with Chu Feng's breathing, suddenly shifted horizontally, manifesting like an ephemeral dream flower directly in front of him, blocking the soul blade. Instantly, soul power surged, bursting forth between the two soul artifacts in a colorful display, like scattering sparks.

Chu Feng grew even more formidable, abruptly expanding his spirit body. He used one soul artifact to suppress his opponent's two, while simultaneously unleashing the Great Sun Tathagata Fist in a powerful assault.

From a distance, many watched in astonishment! This was completely different from what they had imagined. They had expected Luo Shirong to easily crush Wu Lunhui, given the significant gap in their cultivation levels. Yet, to their surprise, it was Chu Feng who was relentlessly pushing forward with his attacks!

Combining the Undying Phoenix clan's breathing technique with the Great Sun Tathagata Fist and a spiritual attack art, Chu Feng's glabella and fist simultaneously glowed, making him unstoppable. The crimson beam from his glabella nearly pierced through Luo Shirong's spirit body head—a profoundly threatening offensive technique.

*Screech!* Suddenly, a murky gray energy surged from Luo Shirong's head, forming a lightning whip that crackled and sent electric sparks flying. The ancestors of the Chaos Heavenly God Palace had placed seals on every disciple to prevent their supreme clan techniques from leaking. They took particular care with elite disciples, whose seals could even be leveraged at critical moments to form soul artifacts. This lightning whip was terrifying, scattering and repelling the soul light from Chu Feng's attack. Of course, this so-called soul whip wasn't outrageously powerful; otherwise, Luo Shirong wouldn't be able to withstand it residing within his own spiritual light cluster. However, at critical junctures, it served as his trump card.

"Wu Lunhui, you truly surprise me, forcing me to unleash the God-Beating Whip! Die!" Luo Shirong's voice was icy cold. He drew energy from his body, transforming it into a murky gray lightning whip in his hand, also known as the God-Beating Whip. Spiritual entities are highly susceptible to lightning; an excessively potent, yang-infused lightning can shatter yin spirits. Thus, wreathed in lightning, this whip was known as the God-Beating Whip.

Chu Feng grew serious. With a swift motion, he recalled the black bell, which then hovered above his head, trailing tendrils of black energy and dense yang qi.

"It's time to deal with you. I stand by my words: humans are but humans; how can they compare to gods? Today, in the name of the Heavenly God Clan, I shall suppress your so-called yin spirit, with its Human King bloodline!"

Luo Shirong, wielding the God-Beating Whip, instantly saw his aura surge, becoming far more terrifying than before. Electric light coiled around his hand, posing an extreme threat to spirit bodies.

"Enough talk! As I said, anyone who dares to posture before me will either die or be crippled. You're no exception. Come at me!" Chu Feng yelled, taking the offensive.

*Chh-la!* The murky gray God-Beating Whip in Luo Shirong's hand suddenly erupted with lightning, lashing out at Chu Feng with immense force. The black bell vibrated, sending out vast, surging ripples that vehemently blocked the attack. It was undeniable that the God-Beating Whip was astonishing, causing the half-human-tall soul bell to tremble violently. However, Luo Shirong's expression turned grim. The God-Beating Whip, an order rune condensed by the Heavenly God Palace's ancestor and sealed within his soul, astonishingly failed to break through the soul bell.

"Kill!" Luo Shirong simultaneously activated his purple soul drum, golden soul blade, and the murky gray God-Beating Whip, a unified trinity attacking together, hoping to shatter his opponent's black soul bell and then suppress him. However, amidst the fierce confrontation and the terrifying spiritual bell waves, he failed to break through.

"Then let us rely on our own strength!" Luo Shirong declared with a grim expression. His three soul artifacts also hovered above his head, pressing forward in attack. Meanwhile, he himself advanced, confronting Chu Feng.

"Wu Lunhui, our soul artifacts are now at a stalemate, with neither gaining an advantage. It comes down to our individual strength. Let's see how you survive this!" Luo Shirong stated in a deep voice, his quasi-golden body level power fully evident as terrifying clouds of energy mist erupted from his body, emanating a powerful and daunting aura.

The nearby group of Refined Mist level practitioners recoiled in fear, retreating further and further.

"You're nothing! Always acting under the name of your so-called Chaos Heavenly God Palace, claiming to be a descendant of deities. That's your ancestor's prestige, not yours! Today, I'll beat you until you question your very existence!" With a resounding crash, Chu Feng launched his assault.

"Furthermore," Chu Feng mused, making a bold conjecture, "I gather from your words that in the most ancient times, the ancestral people with Human King bloodlines seemed to have suppressed your Chaos Heavenly God Palace. Is that why you harbor resentment and refuse to accept it?" He then added, "Today, let's make that scene play out once more."

Both fighters erupted, their fist prints arcing like rainbows, and their palm blades dazzling as they cut across the sky. Above their heads, four soul artifacts faced off: one soul bell held its own against the soul drum, God-Beating Whip, and soul blade, showing no signs of falling behind. Chu Feng was inwardly delighted. This weapon, formed from a Yang Realm seed, promised immense power as it continued to evolve. To what extent could it become powerful in the future?

Beneath the clashing soul artifacts, the two engaged in a fierce battle!

Luo Shirong was indeed formidable. With a mighty roar, his soul power surged, and spiritual light blossomed, illuminating the entire area and nearly drawing lightning strikes from the crimson mountain peak. Fortunately, they had already retreated to a sufficient distance; otherwise, everyone present would have faced catastrophe. A nearby stone mountain was reduced to dust, completely vanishing under Luo Shirong's palm strike. It was astonishing that a soul power attack could be so devastating to a physical entity. This sight horrified everyone!

Chu Feng's expression was grave, yet he remained fearless. His vibrant spirit body was remarkably solid, and his spiritual power brimmed with vigor. A phoenix cry emanated, and he seemed to transform into an Undying Phoenix. As he spread his arms, brilliant phoenix wings shone like two celestial swords, slashing towards Luo Shirong. Their battle reached its critical juncture!

Luo Shirong roared, and a figure appeared behind him, as if conjuring heaven and earth from chaos. It was a deity from the Chaos Heavenly God Palace, manifesting a sliver of its oppressive might. The Undying Phoenix collided with the heavenly deity's phantom, its light blinding, like world-destroying heavenly fire incinerating the area.

"Chaos Heavenly God Palace? It's nothing special! Die, I'll blast you to smithereens!" Chu Feng glowed, activating the Undying Phoenix breathing technique. His entire body became an inferno of light as he soared through the air, relentlessly attacking Luo Shirong and suppressing him. Especially in the final moments, his breathing technique shifted to the Dao Yin Breathing Method, another technique from the Yang Realm! The Great Sun Tathagata Fist followed, striking forward. Although his fists were formed from spiritual power, they were indistinguishable from real ones, condensing runes and manifesting nascent forms of order, wielding immense power.

"Bang!" Luo Shirong's divine palm was shattered, his chest caved in, and Chu Feng's Great Sun Tathagata Fist struck and completely penetrated his face. Luo Shirong screamed in agony; the ferocity of the attack nearly shattered his spirit body! He had never dreamed such a thing could happen. He was a powerhouse at the quasi-golden body level, hailing from the Chaos Heavenly God Palace, yet he was on the verge of being utterly defeated by a mere fourteen or fifteen-year-old youth!

"You useless old 'genius,' go die!" Chu Feng roared. This appellation deeply humiliated Luo Shirong. What kind of insult was that? In the vast chaotic universe, evolutionists under fifty or sixty were considered young and promising; how could he possibly be called old? Yet, at that moment, he could only listen, spitting blood, because his opponent was undeniably far younger than him!

Chu Feng unleashed another punch, causing Luo Shirong's body to crack all over, covered in fissures from the Great Sun Tathagata Fist, on the verge of exploding. Chu Feng was quietly executing the Dao Yin Breathing Method, unnoticed by others. Only Qin Luoyin's heart trembled, her beautiful eyes deepening as they emitted five-colored divine light. She was now certain that Wu Lunhui was Chu Feng, who had brazenly arrived in this world from the Great Dream Pure Land's temple, right under her very nose!

A crimson light shot from Chu Feng's glabella, a ferocious spiritual attack that blasted through Luo Shirong, severing his body into two!