Chapter 827: Divine Beasts Also Tremble in Fear

At this moment, Chu Feng and Ying Zhexian were separated by a distance, unable to use the Seven Treasures Divine Art immediately. Therefore, they each cast their divine spells to protect the injured.

“Jin Lin!” Ying Wudi roared in anger. He was the most distraught at this moment. Despite knowing Jin Lin for years and considering him a good friend, he felt betrayed, realizing that one never truly knows another’s heart.

Normally, Daozi Jin Lin was unassuming and had a very laid-back, "non-action" demeanor. His character and disposition were considered excellent, a true gentleman. Yet, such a person had unexpectedly acted so shamelessly and maliciously, suddenly striking him down.

Furthermore, they had previously shared experiences of hardship, supporting each other in times of need, collaborating well, and trusting each other deeply.

“Baldy, bald head, Amitabha, you son of a b*tch!” The Black Ox roared indignantly as his shattered soul light reassembled, protected by the Yellow Ox behind him.

He was enraged and utterly depressed. He had come with good intentions to rescue them, only to be repaid with treachery and an attempt on his life. Had he possessed a physical body, it would surely have been destroyed.

Even in his soul-light form, he was severely wounded. Shi Hong’s golden seal was terrifying; an ordinary person might have been obliterated by it.

The Black Ox, currently in his Tribulation-Free Ox Demon Divine Body, which was said to mitigate damage, was called "Tribulation-Free."

Inside the palace, the group from Indestructible Mountain was furious. Some had been ambushed and severely wounded, nearly losing their souls.

“Ungrateful wretches, like the farmer and the snake! We kindly came to save you, only for you to turn on us!” Ying Wudi’s face was ashen, and he was spitting spiritual blood.

It was his idea to come to their rescue, which had now put everyone in a perilous situation.

Jin Lin sighed, “Brother Ying, I apologize. In truth, I was also doing this for your own good. I wanted to send you directly back to the Great Dream Pure Land. Otherwise, I feared something might happen to you.”

Upon hearing this, the little Daoist priest was the first to leap up, exclaiming, “Jin Lin, you villain, you pond scum! I, your Daoist master, declare you expelled from the Daoist clan! Go find a pond and stay there!”

It wasn't just him; everyone else also found Daozi Jin Lin utterly hypocritical, adopting such a posture after having just cut people in half. It was infuriating and detestable.

“Brother Ying, we had no choice,” Shi Hong added.

“What reason?!” Ying Wudi’s soul light flickered and pulsed violently, as if he were about to explode with rage.

“When we pledged allegiance to Quasi-Saint Teng Huang, we mentioned that Fellow Daoist Chu Feng possessed a Soul Bell that could counter the vortex connecting to our world and restrain soul-light particles.”

Shi Hong stated calmly that they had betrayed Chu Feng a year ago, joining Quasi-Saint Teng Huang. Otherwise, as fifth-generation descendants of divine beasts, they wouldn't have been granted divine beast blood. Merely offering breathing techniques and special arts wasn't enough; in this world, special arts were the true hope for rapid ascension.

Teng Huang, though outwardly serene, was ambitious and aspiring, always wanting to break out of this realm and enter the so-called "other domain."

In his view, the Soul Bell might be the key, capable of carrying his soul light across the cosmic barrier into the greater world from which Jin Lin and Shi Hong came.

Therefore, he instructed Jin Lin, Shi Hong, the Divine Transcendent Body, and others to be vigilant: if they found Chu Feng, they were to kill him and seize the Soul Bell, or notify him immediately if they couldn't handle it.

“Jin Lin, Shi Hong, even with your explanation, in my opinion, you are utterly shameless. You betrayed Chu Feng on the very first day, and today you had the audacity to ask for our help? If not for us a short while ago, you would have been annihilated!” Ying Wudi was burning with fury.

Daozi Jin Lin nodded, saying, “Perhaps it’s because we feel that everything here will eventually be forgotten, and we won’t remember any of it in the end. So, we opened the cage within our hearts that imprisoned the devil and stopped restraining ourselves.”

According to his explanation, sending Ying Wudi and the others away like this was the best course of action. Otherwise, once Quasi-Saint Teng Huang obtained the Soul Bell, none of them might be able to leave!

After all, the Soul Bell had the power to forcibly keep everyone.

“Brother Ying, I advise you to end it yourself, turn into soul rain, and return,” Daozi Jin Lin urged.

At this point, Quasi-Saint Teng Huang finally spoke, “You worry too much. If you cooperate with me, why would I harm you? You will stay by my side, just like Jin Lin, the Divine Transcendent Body, and the others, and work for the Teng Snake Abyss. Perhaps in the future, my Teng Snake clan will enter your universe with you.”

“Are Teng Snakes considered divine beasts?” the Old Donkey whispered to the Northeast Tiger. It was rare for him to show such backbone and not cower.

The little Daoist priest replied, “They should be. I, this little Daoist, once ate one, and it tasted really good. Stewed, it was even more delicious than black dog meat!”

In truth, they mainly believed that Yaoyao would follow them, and killing a Quasi-Saint would be no difficult feat for her.

That’s why they dared to be so bold.

Otherwise, given their personalities, they were definitely the most fearful of death and might even pretend to betray their allies temporarily.

Clearly, they were overthinking it. Yaoyao had gone after the lame fox and hadn’t followed them immediately.

“Heh heh...” From the throne in the rough stone palace, Teng Huang’s eyes opened and closed, shooting out cold lightning. He gave a faint sneer and said, “Daring to blaspheme a saint, you are courting death!”

At this moment, Chu Feng manifested a black Soul Bell, grasping it directly in his hand. “You want this?” he asked.

“Hand it over!” Teng Huang said coldly, his tone firm, domineering, and unquestionable, as he looked down upon Chu Feng from above.

Chu Feng replied, “This Soul Bell has been refined by me. It is a very special supreme treasure, but it is also very fragile. It contains a self-destructing mechanism that I can activate with a single thought.”

“An ant-like creature dares to threaten me?!” Teng Huang said chillingly. The temperature throughout the entire hall plummeted, and the emitted saintly power made many present tremble and shiver, utterly unable to bear it.

Even with extremely strong wills, their soul light instinctively quivered!

Bearing the title of "Saint," even as a Quasi-Saint, signified a monumental leap in power, far surpassing the Golden Body realm; they were simply incomparable.

“Dong!”

The Soul Bell emitted a dull thud, and ripples of energy along with Yang qi spread outwards simultaneously, shielding Chu Feng.

Chu Feng said, “In my universe, everyone who spoke to me like that ended up dead, and they died terribly. For someone who calls others ants to be crushed like one by a mere slap — now that would be laughable.”

“Heh heh...” Teng Huang sneered, his mockery evident. “Forget about a trivial creature like you, whom I could crush with a flick of my hand. Even a true Saint would be insignificant before me, one who possesses divine blood!”

“Enough talk. Let my people leave, and I will grant your wish, giving you the Soul Bell without activating its self-destruct mechanism!”

“What are you to dare threaten me?!” Teng Huang stared down at Chu Feng, his eyes icy and sharp like blades.

“Buzz!”

In an instant, the black Soul Bell trembled, its energy boiling as if it were about to explode at any moment.

Naturally, there was no such self-destruct mechanism; Chu Feng was merely putting on a show. He believed that since his opponent cared so much about the Soul Bell, they would rather believe it existed than risk losing it.

“Scum, all of you get out!” Teng Huang snapped, glaring at Ying Wudi, the Black Ox, Ouyang Feng, Qin Luoyin, Young Lady Xi, and the others.

“I...” Young Lady Xi’s face tightened, enraged to the extreme. In the Yang World, who would dare to humiliate her like this? She admitted she wasn’t strong enough herself, but she could call upon her grandfather. What was a Quasi-Saint divine beast compared to him? He could simply poke it to death with a single finger!

At the same time, she was deeply frustrated: why couldn’t she bring in her Heavenly Dao Umbrella?

“Wuu...” Ying Xiaoxiao also whimpered, on the verge of tears. She had never felt so wronged in her life.

Ying Wudi’s face was utterly mortified. He blamed himself, realizing that none of this would have happened if he hadn’t been so righteous and insisted on coming to rescue them today.

“Good, all of you go out now!” Chu Feng ruffled Ying Xiaoxiao’s bright silver hair, urging everyone to leave.

“As expected of my father! Twenty years from now, this little Daoist will avenge you!” With a whoosh, the little Daoist priest vanished, acting decisively.

Then, he yelled again, “Don’t be wishy-washy! Don’t let my father’s efforts go to waste!”

Ouyang Feng puffed out his cheeks, wanting to spit at the figure on the throne, but he eventually restrained himself. One by one, these people came over, hugged Chu Feng, and then all withdrew.

Jin Lin spoke, “Senior Teng Huang, this is not a stable plan. From what we know, this Chu Feng is known as a demon; he’s ruthless. If those people are allowed to leave and there are no constraints, he might have other tricks up his sleeve.”

Chu Feng looked at him and said, “Jin Lin, you claim you only opened the cage in your heart and released the devil because you were lost after coming to this world. But in my opinion, you were never a good person to begin with!”

Chu Feng stared grimly at him. Even at this critical juncture, Jin Lin was still reminding his opponent, proving he was no benevolent sort.

“Since we are now on opposing sides, everything I do is normal,” Jin Lin replied. He was tall and slender, appearing inactive and detached from worldly disputes, but now he was infuriating, making others wish to kill him instantly.

“Princess Yaoyao!”

“Sister!”

After escaping, the Black Ox, Young Lady Xi, and the others sprinted along their original path, sending out mental roars towards a specific direction, summoning Yaoyao and hoping she would arrive immediately to save Chu Feng.

“Auntie, where are you? Come out quickly!”

“My Lady Mother, hurry up, show yourself quickly and come to the rescue, or my father will be killed!”

At that moment, the little Daoist priest’s shouts were like a lion’s roar, vast and echoing far into the distance.

While tense, the others also showed odd expressions, secretly speculating that the little Daoist priest’s backside would likely be spanked into eighteen pieces later.

Inside the stone palace, the divine beast Teng Huang gazed at Chu Feng with cold indifference, like a dragon looking down at an insect. His eyes were utterly unfriendly and full of contempt.

“Hand it over!” He extended his hand.

“Alright, here you go!”

As Chu Feng said this, he held the black Soul Bell and, while extending it forward, suddenly vibrated the bell.

A green-skinned gourd, previously concealed by the Soul Bell, now manifested, violently spewing terrifying gray matter.

“Idiot, even if you held a divine artifact, I would sit here unmoved, and you still couldn’t kill me...” However, just as he spoke, Teng Huang suddenly shrieked in extreme terror, smashing through the stone palace with a crash. He fled frantically like a dog whose home was destroyed, his face deathly pale, nearly scared to death.

“Divine-level bizarre substance, damn it...” He tried to escape.

But it was too late; he was already being corroded and entangled by the gray matter.

What was most terrifying was that once this gray matter appeared, it was far more dreadful than Chu Feng had imagined. It seemed exceptionally sensitive and greedy towards gods and divine beasts, instantly identifying such beings and lunging to attack with incredible speed.

Even if Teng Huang had been alerted earlier and fled immediately, he might not have been able to escape it.

“Ah...” Teng Huang howled tragically, soaring into the sky, only to fall back down, crashing into the mountains. He transformed into his enormous Teng Snake true form, massive and terrifying, shattering many mountaintops.

Chu Feng saw that the gray matter had actually transformed into a figure, gnawing on the Teng Snake’s body. At that very moment, the figure suddenly looked back, saw Chu Feng, and bared its teeth in a smile that was both ghastly and ferocious, more chilling than any specter.

At this moment, Chu Feng shivered. He was horrified, truly unsure whether it was right or wrong to have collected so much bizarre gray matter in the green-skinned gourd.

But now, he found it very useful.

Chu Feng said coldly, “I told you, everyone who spoke to me like that ended up dead. You... divine beast? Quasi-Saint? That’s all you amount to!”