Chapter 776: All Sent Off

A surge of spiritual energy shot out, a dazzling crimson light, shattering Luo Shirong's body and sending him screaming and flying sideways.

He was currently in spirit form, and his body being severed in two meant his spiritual power was cut off, losing half of it, causing his strength to plummet instantly.

Luo Shirong roared, his spirit being torn apart, the pain unbearable. Yet, he dared not hesitate for a moment, trying to gather his severed spirit body, hoping to reunite it.

"Old genius, what are you fussing about? Die!" Chu Feng shouted, his words laced with mockery and disdain. He glowed, radiating light, flames, and surging positive energy, as he swooped down.

Above his head, the great bell resonated slowly, suddenly unleashing a powerful wave of sound, its energy ripples sweeping forward.

"You!"

Luo Shirong was terrified. If the bell's wave struck his severed body, it would surely disintegrate his spirit body; he could never withstand it.

He desperately activated his three soul artifacts. The purple soul drum boomed, like an ancient heavenly drum from a sealed celestial court being struck, suddenly ringing loudly and emitting purple light, desperately trying to block the attack.

The soul blade also glowed, rousing spiritual energy, and cleaved forward.

Furthermore, the unassuming God-Smiting Whip trembled, emitting bolts of lightning, specifically targeting negative spirits!

Seeing this, Chu Feng also exerted all his might, activating the great bell above his head. It unleashed terrifying ripples like an immortal bell of the Great Dao, patterns of nascent order surging outwards.

As for Luo Shirong, now a fragmented body, his body was broken; no matter how he tried to activate them, his artifacts were far less powerful than before. The might of his three soul artifacts clearly diminished.

In an instant, the soul drum was struck and flew askew, emitting a dull thud.

At the same time, as the spiritual energies collided, sparks seemed to fly. The golden soul blade trembled from the impact, then flew backward.

Furthermore, the dense positive energy and lightning unleashed by the God-Smiting Whip were completely blocked by the bell's surface. The black soul bell emitted a dark glow, its sound immense and deafening.

Even the most powerful God-Smiting Whip was forced back!

"Luo Shirong, can you still stir up trouble this time?" As Chu Feng spoke, he flew horizontally, the soul bell above his head, more than half his height, vibrating.

The bell wave was extraordinarily terrifying, spiritual energy turbulent. It swept over instantly, the ripples bursting forth like a vast white wave crashing towards the shore in an ocean.

Luo Shirong cried out, feeling an impending catastrophe. He couldn't block this attack. His two desperately reassembled body halves immediately cracked apart again.

At the critical moment, he was decisive enough. His upper body shot away like lightning, this half of his spirit body accelerating. At the same time, he pushed out the lower half of his spiritual energy body to block the bell wave and counter Wu Lunhui.

At this moment, everyone was horrified. The great bell above Wu Lunhui's head glowed, and as the spiritual energy surged forward, Luo Shirong's lower body emitted a soft sound, exploding on the spot, turning into a mass of pure spiritual energy, dissolving into a rain of light.

Luo Shirong wailed miserably. This was too painful for him, tearing his spirit, half his soul destroyed. He groaned in agony, his remaining body trembling.

However, he dared not stop, retreating at extreme speed. He summoned his three soul artifacts to him, desperately defending himself.

A bell chimed, vast and far-reaching. The great bell above Chu Feng's head emitted wisps of positive energy, and spiritual energy resonated, protecting him below.

He was enveloped in a great deal of positive energy, with the soul bell hovering above his head, pressing towards Luo Shirong!

At this moment, everyone was moved, staring at Wu Lunhui, feeling as if he were an invincible god or demon!

Who could have predicted that the envoy from the Primordial Chaos Celestial Palace, a quasi-golden body expert, would suffer such a crushing defeat, and so miserably, having half his body shattered?

One must understand that his evolutionary level was extremely high. He had cultivated for decades, accumulating profound power. Furthermore, originating from a chaotic universe, his spirit body was entwined with positive energy, a qualitative change, making him unfathomable.

Yet despite this, he was defeated. The battle was terrifying, with no suspense, as Wu Lunhui swept him aside, reducing him to a fragmented form.

People's hearts trembled, thinking of Wu Lunhui's background – possessing the bloodline of a Human King. This truly was an unparalleled physique, his combat power utterly astonishing.

"In the most ancient era, several Human Kings stood side by side," Jinlin Daozi of the Dao race couldn't help but whisper at this moment, recalling the prehistoric legends recorded on bone scrolls and stone tablets. "When they united, they almost commanded all races. Their reputation was well-deserved; they were indeed terrifying!" That period was truly breathtaking!

Undoubtedly, in that era, various kings, divine bodies, and hegemonic bodies were certainly at their peak, emerging one after another to contend, otherwise, such great turmoil would not have occurred.

Yet, a few Human Kings still left behind such astonishing and glorious legends.

Chu Feng took a step, his energy aura intimidating. He reactivated the Immortal Phoenix Breathing Technique. His entire body was enveloped in blazing light and flames, with wisps of positive energy continuously emerging.

The great bell hovered above his head, vibrating once more, sending out a sweeping bell wave!

In the distance, Luo Shirong, with nowhere left to retreat, activated his three soul artifacts, desperately resisting. However, his three soul artifacts were once again blasted away. He let out another scream, an arm directly shattered by the bell wave, exploding on the spot. He used this opportunity to escape.

At this moment, Chu Feng was unstoppable!

"Everyone, if you don't act now, when will you?" exclaimed Yan Luo of the Corpse race at the crucial moment. "Wu Lunhui intends to kill him to silence him, covering up his crime of colluding with people from this world." His words carried immense weight. He hailed from the top ten races and was the strongest successor of the Corpse race, possessing great influence.

There were many powerful clans allied with the Corpse race, and among the cosmic-level geniuses present, over a dozen belonged to their faction, speaking up one after another.

"Wu Lunhui, stop now! Do you intend to use bloody means to cover up your ugly deeds?"

"Everyone, let's attack together and capture him first!"

Ouyang Feng became furious upon hearing this, scowling angrily. He felt these people were too despicable, certain that Yan Luo had colluded with Luo Shirong.

More people remained silent, watching coldly from the sidelines, observing the life-or-death battle between Wu Lunhui and Luo Shirong. They seemed to let it unfold, like watching tigers fight from a mountain, hoping the conflict would be as fierce as possible.

Everyone had their own agenda. Some hoped Wu Lunhui and Luo Shirong would exhaust each other completely.

Others mused that both men were exceedingly powerful and destined to be rivals to everyone present. It would be best if they fought to the death.

"Everyone, now is the time to act. We must uphold justice. We cannot allow Wu Lunhui of the Human race to be so presumptuous!" The Great Evolution Battle Body also spoke, with over a dozen people following him.

These powerful figures stating their positions caused a stir among many. Were they going to unite to eliminate Wu Lunhui?

Some showed surprise; perhaps the most elite figures sensed Wu Lunhui was too strong, a serious threat, and intended to launch a combined attack now!

"That's exactly what I was thinking," another powerful figure said. "We cannot stand by idly. Someone is committing grave evil, colluding with people from this world, and betraying us. How can we allow him to act so recklessly?"

This powerful figure spoke, purple light flowing around him, enveloped in purple aura. He possessed the Purple Cloud Dao Body bloodline, another powerful physique.

Ouyang Feng was enraged, deeming these people utterly shameless. He let out a resounding shout: "This God King hasn't shown his might, so you think I'm some minor deity? Come on, come on, you little devils from the Corpse race, and that big-eyed thief, and that purple-farting scoundrel, all of you get over here! Grandpa Ouye will take on all of you at once!"

Yan Luo, the Great Evolution Battle Body, and the Purple Cloud Dao Body—these three powerful figures each revealed a cold murderous intent, staring at him menacingly.

At the same time, Jinlin from the Dao race, Ying Wudi from the Asian Immortal race, Shi Hong from the Buddhist race, and others were also in a secret discussion, privately deliberating on how to handle the situation.

"Simple. Send them both back to our respective universes," Ying Zixian, graceful and elegant with a transcendent immortal demeanor, stated. Her words were concise and remarkably calm.

Over a dozen top prodigies were astonished, never expecting this ethereal beauty, who seemed untouched by worldly affairs, to be so decisive, proposing such a slightly dark suggestion.

This was inconsistent with her image in people's minds. Ying Zixian possessed peerless beauty, hailed as the third most beautiful woman under the starry sky. On normal days, she moved with ethereal grace, imbued with an otherworldly aura, detached and transcendent.

Even Ying Xiaoxiao, looking at her sister at this moment, had her mouth slightly agape, very surprised.

Ying Zixian glanced at her sister and said, "For everyone's safety, they need to be sent back. This won't truly harm their lives; they can be resurrected in our universes."

"Quite wise," Yuan Shicheng agreed, expressing deep agreement with a gentle smile. "This is the safest method. Sending both of them back together is the most secure approach. It won't matter who harbors ill intentions."

They all had their own judgment. As for right and wrong, everyone had a scale in their hearts. This strategy made everyone show a strange look.

Without a doubt, this proposal seemed good to a considerable number of people. It removed potential future troubles, and at the same time, eliminated powerful competitors. Everyone had their selfish motives.

Finally, Ying Zixian, Yuan Shicheng, Jinlin Daozi, Undying Silkworm Prince, Shi Hong, Feathered Divine Body, Ying Wudi, Vermillion Bird Fairy, and others, after a brief minor dispute, reached a consensus.

They decided to let the two continue fighting to the death, then give the survivor one last chance to defend themselves. If they could convince everyone, they would be allowed to stay.

Among their group, if even one person found the survivor suspicious, then there was nothing more to be said; that person would also be sent away!

As things stood, the outcome had effectively been decided in advance, as all parties could predict the subsequent course of events.

Yan Luo of the Corpse race and the Great Evolution Battle Body were stopped by Jinlin, Yuan Shicheng, Shi Hong, and others, preventing them from stepping forward and intervening.

At this point, Chu Feng was incredibly fierce. Every move he made grew more incomparably powerful. Crimson light erupted from his brow, once again blasting through Luo Shirong's body.

Luo Shirong screamed. His upper body was severed once more. This was practically taking his life.

At this moment, Chu Feng sensed danger. Observing the people around him, he saw Qin Luoyin, whose eyes held strong emotional fluctuations deep within. At the same time, he also noticed unusual movements from Jinlin, Yuan Shicheng, Ying Zixian, and others!

"Fellow cultivators, Wu Lunhui intends to kill me to silence me! Please, everyone, attack!" Luo Shirong shouted to the crowd.

At this moment, he felt shame and humiliation, as well as a degree of despair. Who was he? A genius of the cultivation world, an elite of the Primordial Chaos Celestial Palace, yet he was defeated by a graceful youth of fourteen or fifteen!

His shouts were akin to publicly begging for help, which was utterly humiliating. He had actually fallen to such a state—a quasi-golden body evolver, suppressed by someone of a lower realm!

Especially, he had been too arrogant earlier, displaying an aloof demeanor, and had loftily declared that he would suppress Wu Lunhui with a mere raise of his hand. But reality was too terrifying for him.

A commotion broke out nearby. Luo Shirong's plea for help immediately resulted in a clamor of voices.

Yan Luo of the Corpse race could no longer wait. He looked at Jinlin, Yuan Shicheng, Ying Zixian, and the others, strongly demanding they attack. He desperately wanted to save Luo Shirong.

"Your grandpa is here! Anyone who dares, step forward!" Ouyang Feng roared.

Chu Feng spoke, "Hmm, no need to be anxious. If you're unconvinced, just come. I'll take you all on myself!"

At the same time, he secretly transmitted a message to Ouyang Feng, telling him to prepare to receive weapons, and to be ready for a true great battle at any moment!

With a bell's chime, Chu Feng shook away Luo Shirong's three soul artifacts. Concurrently, his body instantly transformed into a streak of lightning; his speed was immense.

He suddenly unleashed a punch, causing Luo Shirong's spirit body to crack and sending him flying backward. But instead of continuing to attack Luo Shirong and end his life, he accelerated, rushing into the air. With a thud, Chu Feng forcefully seized the God-Smiting Whip, grabbing it in his hand.

"Give it back!" Luo Shirong cried out anxiously, using all his soul power, trying to retrieve his soul artifact. However, he was too weak to contend with Chu Feng.

In an instant, the God-Smiting Whip changed hands.

At the same time, Chu Feng powerfully kicked the soul drum, sending it flying towards Ouyang Feng. He then waved the God-Smiting Whip, severing the soul drum's connection with Luo Shirong.

"Good!" The toad had long been prepared. His entire body radiated divine beast splendor and pressure. He seized the soul drum, his soul power instantly invading and taking control, then suspended it above his own head.

Luo Shirong screamed, filled with immense rage and simultaneously terror. He felt he was finished.

This outcome was too tragic. He desperately resisted, activating the soul blade.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Chu Feng soared across the sky, having already rushed ahead. He vibrated the great bell, shattering the spiritual imprint within the soul blade, seized it, and tossed it to Ouyang Feng.

"Haha, with offense and defense, two soul artifacts are enough!" The toad laughed loudly, the purple soul drum hovering above his head, and the golden soul blade in his hand. He was brimming with confidence.

Luo Shirong's fragmented body rapidly fled, escaping towards Yan Luo of the Corpse race, hoping to find sanctuary.

However, at this moment, the great bell above Chu Feng's head roared. A terrifying bell wave swept out, striking his body in an instant, causing him to explode on the spot.

Luo Shirong screamed, exploding into a shower of light.