Chapter 861: Chu Mo Unmatched

Luo Shang’s body tumbled through the air for hundreds of meters. Half of his face was gone, his jawbone shattered, and his cheekbones splintered, a truly gruesome sight.

With a thud, he slammed into a brown stone mountain, causing the peak to explode. Field runes on the broken mountain flickered continuously before he finally crashed down.

It was clear how powerful Chu Feng’s blow was; a single slap had sent Luo Shang flying so far, inflicting severe injuries.

Luo Shang’s face was half-destroyed, his eyes, like sword edges, dripped blood and emitted a terrifying cold light. Two beams of light shot out, fixing themselves on Chu Feng.

For him, this was an immense humiliation. He had come to the Netherworld Universe convinced that no one of this generation could stand against him, expecting to crush everyone in his path.

Indeed, that had been the case until now; even those from the Sub-Immortal Race were no match, easily trampled under his foot as he looked down upon them.

Across this universe, under the suppression of the Pseudo-Saint origin energy within him, absolutely no one in the younger generation could rival him!

But now, his invincible golden body had been broken. Just two slaps had shattered his pride, leaving him deeply humiliated. In front of everyone, his earlier boasts had become a joke.

Not long ago, he had scoffed at the geniuses of this universe, calling them trash. Yet, after being dealt such a powerful blow to the face, he felt not only a stinging pain but also intense shame and indignation!

"You should swallow your own words," Chu Feng said calmly. "Aren't you just from a broken universe in chaos? You're not even a disciple of a mighty figure from the Yang Realm."

Chu Feng’s nonchalant tone only made Luo Shang’s eyes turn bloodshot. He felt utterly disrespected and humiliated.

"Chu Feng, you beast, you demon!" Luo Shang roared. "You've long been on my Heavenly God Race's kill list. My main purpose in coming here was to eliminate the likes of you..."

Luo Shang snapped, taking out a crystal jar and consuming a crystalline, transparent blue liquid. His ruined half-face began to heal rapidly.

Chu Feng interrupted him, glancing disdainfully. "Haven't two slaps taught you a lesson yet?"

The implication was clear: having been slapped twice in the face, did he still dare to threaten Chu Feng's life? Did he even possess such strength?

At the same time, Chu Feng eyed the blue liquid in his hand. "What a waste. That medicine is mine. Don't just take it randomly."

Luo Shang was initially stunned but quickly understood. Chu Feng was claiming the medicine in his hand as spoils of war even before the fight, an act of sheer arrogance that treated him as nothing.

Around them, everyone watched with mixed emotions. Luo Shang was already arrogant and overbearing, his actions repulsive. He had even stepped on the face of Ying Wudi from the Sub-Immortal Race, looking down on him, and had ridiculed all the geniuses of this universe as being vulnerable. He had long since incurred the wrath of the crowd.

But now, the great demon Chu Feng had made his move, even more formidable and high-spirited, directly slapping Luo Shang and openly showing his contempt.

For some reason, even those who had previously harbored animosity towards Chu Feng secretly applauded this scene, mainly because Luo Shang was too unpopular and excessively arrogant.

"Chu Feng, you trash, you barbarian from a desolate land, don't be arrogant in front of me! My Heavenly God Race has a long lineage and possesses the most ancient and glorious evolutionary civilization. What are you, a mere savage?" It had to be said, Luo Shang was too conceited; even with his jawbone shattered, he still maintained an arrogant demeanor.

He glowed all over, his bright silver hair flickering like divine flames, radiating brilliant silver light. His entire body pulsed with terrifying and intense energy, his power skyrocketing.

"That was just an accident; I wasn't ready before," Luo Shang shrieked. "Now I'll kill you immediately. How will you stop me? I'll poke you to death with a single finger!"

Luo Shang roared like an ancient giant. Aside from his silver hair, his entire body was engulfed in golden light, expanding rapidly until he reached a height of a hundred meters.

This was no ordinary secret art, no mere 'Form Manifestation of Heaven and Earth' or energy transformation. His actual flesh and blood body was growing, and the Heavenly God Race's unique golden vital energy surged skyward.

Boom!

The entire world trembled violently, a shocking and heart-pounding sight. Some weaker young experts felt their bodies go limp, almost collapsing to their knees.

This was because the oppressive aura carried the essence of a Pseudo-Saint. He had fully and completely activated his Pseudo-Saint origin. While others couldn't see the ball of life light within him, Chu Feng's Golden Eyes clearly perceived it, burning like a golden sun, continuously releasing terrifying energy.

People from all directions were stunned. This kind of energy was simply beyond what a Golden Body-level cultivator could handle; it bore the aura of a Pseudo-Saint. Who could possibly contend with it?

The faces of the old monsters in the Great Dream Pure Land changed. Luo Shang in this state would likely require a significant cost even if they joined forces, and many of them would be killed.

Yuan Shicheng, Vermilion Bird Fairy, Yuan Yuan, and a group of other cosmic-level geniuses also looked grim after witnessing this scene. They hailed from the top ten factions and were among the highest-ranked individuals of their generation, yet they now felt utterly outmatched.

"How can this person be so strong? Is he a young Pseudo-Saint? This is unbelievable! I've never heard of a Pseudo-Saint this young!"

Others murmured in agreement.

Ying Wudi's face was pale and he swayed unsteadily, worried for Chu Feng, as Chu Feng was, after all, standing up for him.

"Oh no, Luo Shang has activated all his Heavenly God bloodline and released his strongest power. He's practically comparable to a Pseudo-Saint! Even though the great demon Chu Feng is formidable, it's not certain he can withstand this!"

Everyone whispered, their expressions grim. At this moment, they shared a common hatred, finding Luo Shang unbearable and excessively arrogant.

"I'll reiterate: the geniuses of the Netherworld Universe are all trash! Do you really think you're fit to contend with me? Chu Feng, you demon, get over here! And anyone else who dares to defy me? You can all come up and try to gang up on me. I'll shatter all of you with one hand!" Luo Shang sneered.

Luo Shang's cold declaration, his arrogance and domineering manner, made everyone grit their teeth. He was unbelievably conceited and overbearing.

In truth, it was mainly because he had received two powerful slaps, fueling his inner humiliation. Now, he was hysterical, desperate to showcase his overwhelming combat power, to sweep aside the geniuses of the Netherworld Universe and thus erase his shame.

Chu Feng said nothing. Even if a true Pseudo-Saint arrived, who would fear whom once he unleashed his field-manipulation techniques? What was there to be afraid of?

Besides, this person wasn't a Pseudo-Saint at all; he was merely utilizing a portion of an origin source. So, with a cold smirk, Chu Feng charged straight at him without another word.

Chu Feng soared into the sky, his entire body erupting with light, his energy aura surging. He was like a blazing sun suspended in the sky, dazzlingly bright. Although he remained at his normal height, his imposing aura was in no way inferior when facing the hundred-meter-tall Luo Shang.

"Kill!"

Luo Shang’s eyes were icy. His body was enveloped in golden vital energy, which pierced through the sky. The unleashed energy vibrated the void, causing chains of order to rumble and explode continuously.

Around him, bolts of thunder and lightning intertwined, dazzling and incredibly terrifying. Many immediately trembled, unable to stand upright.

Many rapidly retreated, yet some still collapsed to the ground, a result of energy suppression and the deterrent power of the Pseudo-Saint aura!

Chu Feng's physique was tiny compared to the hundred-meter-tall golden giant, but the power unleashed by his punch was truly boundless and terrifying. The light erupting from his fist was so intense it was like a great sun appearing and hurtling forward.

"This is..." Everyone's eyes widened in astonishment. Chu Feng's aura was overwhelming; he didn't dodge at all, but directly confronted the opponent who possessed a Pseudo-Saint aura.

In the sky, a massive golden hand sought to seize Chu Feng and crush him. However, the energy erupting from Chu Feng's body was terrifying. He slightly activated a portion of his field-manipulation power, and runes appeared in vast swathes, blindingly bright and intensely hot, like exploding suns, resisting the golden hand in mid-air.

Then, with a thump, Chu Feng's fist punched clean through the palm, sending blood splattering. He himself followed directly through, thus blasting straight through the golden hand!

At the same time, Chu Feng transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, shot back, and dove down, striking Luo Shang again. "Is this the strength you boasted about, the one that would crush all the geniuses of our Netherworld Universe? You're nothing special, just a worthless nobody!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, he unleashed dozens of punches in quick succession. These were divine techniques from the Yang Realm, which he had disguised. People only saw blinding divine light and invincible golden fist imprints constantly raining down.

Luo Shang roared repeatedly in fury. He hadn't expected his Pseudo-Saint level energy to be blocked. Was that... field runes?!

Bang, bang, bang!

In an instant, the two collided multiple times. Ultimately, the hundred-meter-tall Luo Shang, resembling a golden giant, was sent flying backward, crashing into and shattering a large mountain with a boom. Field symbols appeared in swathes on the mountain, and rocks rained down.

"Is that all you've got?" Chu Feng swooped down and delivered a kick to Luo Shang's massive head. With a thud, flesh and blood splattered, nearly blowing it apart. Luo Shang shrieked and was sent flying once more.

Chu Feng pursued him like a bolt of lightning, and with a whoosh, snatched a spatial bracelet from his wrist, naturally to get the blue potion.

Then, he tossed the potion to Ying Wudi, telling him to consume it.

Ying Wudi's eyes grew warm, slightly misted with tears. Of course, someone of his status wouldn't openly weep in front of others, as that would be too shameful, but inwardly, he felt profound gratitude.

At that moment, he murmured, "The great demon Chu Feng is far better than Wu Lunhui. He's kind-hearted, righteous, and genuinely sincere. This is what a true man should be!"

He even thought that if all else failed, having Chu Feng marry his sister would be ten times better than Wu Lunhui!

Hearing this evaluation, Chu Feng maintained a calm expression, but inwardly, he mused, "What expression will this brother-in-law-to-be have when he learns the truth about who I am? He'll probably cry."

"Argh..."

Luo Shang roared, soaring skyward, carrying large chunks of rock and broken mountain peaks. He was like a prehistoric beast, radiating boundless malevolence, his silver hair disheveled from agitation, his eyes blood red. It was too humiliating; he had repeatedly scorned the geniuses of this universe, only to be constantly beaten by Chu Feng!

"My strongest technique: Pseudo-Saint Reversion to Origin!"

He was wild, like a beast. This time, his massive body did not expand further but instead shrank. True Heavenly God techniques lay not in physical size, but in the condensation of energy.

Unfortunately, after fully activating his Pseudo-Saint energy, he could only shrink to two *zhang* (approx. 6.6 meters) tall and no further. However, his aura was noticeably stronger than before.

"I'll just use you for some practice and see what's so extraordinary about a so-called Pseudo-Saint!" Chu Feng declared.

He swooped down, engaging Luo Shang in fierce combat, almost without using his field-manipulation techniques. He then exposed Luo Shang's secret, saying, "The external power you rely on is the origin energy cultivated by other Pseudo-Saints. If it were just yourself, you'd be nothing; many people in our universe could kill you!"

Crack!

With lightning and thunder, the two exchanged fierce blows, their battle initially touching upon the Pseudo-Saint realm. Interweaving runes of order illuminated the void, a dazzling spectacle.

"Chu Feng, you demon, do you know that you're already on my Heavenly God Race's kill list? Enforcement Elders have been dispatched and will eliminate you very soon!"

Luo Shang roared. He was genuinely intimidated and sought to deter Chu Feng, to unsettle his mind. However, this had no effect whatsoever on Chu Feng.

After a century of ups and downs in foreign lands, his heart was as hard as iron.

To him, the Heavenly God Race was a mortal enemy, and he never considered reconciliation. When he encountered an opponent from that race, he simply killed them!

"Heavenly God Palm!" Luo Shang bellowed. He was truly going mad, employing every technique he had, even using a portion of the origin energy left to him by an elder of his clan after their passing. Yet, he still couldn't defeat his opponent.

His fury was useless; he was completely suppressed by Chu Feng. The Lightning Fist was too fast; Chu Feng's fists seemed to possess a demonic quality, moving with incredible swiftness. Wherever they struck, thunder roared and arcs of electricity crackled. Luo Shang's mouth filled with blood, and his body was sent flying.

"Kill!" Luo Shang cried out in exasperation and shame. He felt utterly defeated today. He had boasted endlessly, only to be beaten like a rag doll, sent flying across the sky.

"I've killed so many Heavenly God Race geniuses that none dare show their faces now. The Chaotic Heavenly God Palace is nothing special. You, their core disciple? Without the Pseudo-Saint origin, what are you? I could shatter dozens of you with one hand!" Chu Feng declared mercilessly.

Chu Feng was merciless, his fist imprints glowing. This time, he used the Great Sun Tathagata Fist. His countenance was solemn and magnificent, radiant like a divine Buddha, radiating terrifying energy. The Great Thunder Sound Breathing Technique was also in operation, producing deafening divine sounds.

Of course, he had concealed these divine techniques, unwilling to prematurely reveal various methods related to the Yang Realm. Even so, though not going all out, he was terrifyingly powerful, causing the very void to tremble and the Pure Land to rumble.

After dozens of moves, Luo Shang was once again struck by Chu Feng, his bones cracking inside his body. Severely injured, with several bones broken, he flew diagonally backward.

Chu Feng unleashed the "Ends of the Earth, Inches Away" divine technique, pursuing him closely. The Great Thunder Sound within him vibrated, and his entire body was suffused with golden light, like a battle immortal descending from the sky, powerfully crushing Luo Shang.

With a thud, Chu Feng stepped on his body, descending from the sky and landing on the ground on Luo Shang's torso, creating a human-shaped crater.

Luo Shang grunted, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. His hair was disheveled, and he was covered in blood, a truly miserable sight.

"So, a core disciple of the Chaotic Heavenly God Palace is nothing more than this!" Chu Feng declared, looking down at him.

In the distance, Ying Wudi's eyes brimmed with tears. He felt that Chu Feng was truly giving Luo Shang a taste of his own medicine and avenging him. Indeed, he was a man of true character, a true hero, and an excellent man—ten, even a hundred times better than Wu Lunhui.

He even considered that, if it came down to it, he might introduce Chu Feng to his sister, replacing Wu Lunhui.