Chapter 893: All Want to Take It All at Once

Several Saints arrived from afar. These rogue cultivators had responded to the bounties placed by the Yellow Ox and the Earth lineage. However, they didn't intend to engage in combat; their sole purpose was confrontation, each merely needing to briefly hold off one Saint.

Chu Feng had the Yellow Ox do this to create a diversion, intending to make the Corpse Race, Heavenly God Race, Xilin Race, and others uneasy enough to dispatch all their Saints to counter them.

Without taking risks, without pushing himself into a desperate situation, how could he possibly draw out all the Saints? He was truly gambling, putting everything on the line, but if it succeeded, the rewards would be immeasurable.

"Haha..." The Saints from the Xilin Race, Corpse Race, Heavenly God Race, and Thorned Firmament appeared together, approaching the front line to block and intimidate all the rogue Saints.

"Everyone, please don't come too close. Just stand right here!" an ancient Saint from the Corpse Race spoke. His skin was black, shimmering with a dark luster, stretched tightly over his bones, making his body extremely gaunt, like a skeleton made of dark gold.

All the rogue Saints were extremely wary; not one stepped forward. This effectively became an indirect confrontation, successfully tying down a number of Saints.

In the distance, the three elderly Saints from the Great Dream Pure Land wore troubled expressions. This was because only four hostile Saints remained to block their group of three, while the three members of the Half-Immortal Race were practically unhindered and unguarded.

Yet, these three remained indifferent, all smiling and merely putting on a show, as if they too were confronting the four hostile Saints. In reality, they had no intention of acting and absolutely no plan to rescue Chu Feng.

"Fellow Daoists, this is our chance! Are you truly going to abandon Wu Lunhui? You know his potential; once he fully develops, he is destined to be invincible throughout the cosmos!" pleaded one of the elderly Saints from the Great Dream Pure Land.

"Our Half-Immortal Race views matters differently than you do. This world has no shortage of geniuses. What became of Yaoyao back then? She was hailed as the strongest cultivation genius in history, yet what happened? Was she not stifled and did she not perish in her prime?" the Half-Immortal matriarch spoke, her voice unhurried, remarkably calm, and very candid.

She continued, "Chu Feng is indeed talented, but before he fully matures, he is merely that—talented. Besides, with so many Saints present today, do you truly believe he can survive? Even if we fought with all our might, it would be extremely difficult to save him! Moreover, failure would mean offending many powerful cosmic races. Knowing that we would fail, we choose not to act; we will simply observe."

The other two elders nodded, agreeing with her viewpoint.

Overall, they had initially opposed Ying Zhexian marrying Chu Feng, especially since he was already the son-in-law of the Great Dream Pure Land.

Furthermore, their minds were quite agile, having received partial information from the Chaos Universe. There, truly heaven-defying prodigies were certainly not in short supply.

Moreover, they had learned that people from the Yang Realm had arrived!

Those individuals were truly formidable, dominating everyone else. Even those who were not very old displayed astonishing talent and brilliance, surveying the Chaos Universe with superiority and causing immense shock.

The Half-Immortal Race had an idea: the path to the Yang Realm would be incredibly brilliant, and perhaps Ying Zhexian's marriage alliance partner should be even more powerful and splendid!

"Brother, we're here! We'll live and die with you, we'll share your fate!" The Big Black Ox, Northeast Tiger, Zhou Quan, Old Donkey, Mastiff King, and their entire group had arrived.

They followed an old Saint who was on good terms with Earth's ancient Saint, Uncle Ming. This Saint had previously participated in the attack on the Heavenly God Star and had remained in this cosmos instead of leaving.

"Though we cannot be born on the same day of the same month, we ask to die on the same day of the same month!" a group of great monstrous beasts clamored, roaring loudly. A whole contingent truly came to fight.

"Just a bunch of ants, daring to make such a ruckus, how irritating!" A Saint from the Spirit Race sneered, then let out a soft cry. Sound waves transformed into symbols, threatening to obliterate those individuals.

However, the old Saint who was allied with Earth blocked the attack, dispelling all the runes.

"No rush, this might be a 'bait the tiger away from the mountain' tactic, mightn't it? They want us to divert our attention to these ants, while someone else goes to rescue the devil Chu Feng," a Saint from the Xilin Race remarked.

"Xilin Race, you are utterly despicable! You betrayed Earth and now you come to annihilate its descendants. You are truly vile and utterly disgusting!" The Big Black Ox and others yelled, completely fearless, hiding behind a group of rogue Saints and standing beside Uncle Ming's friend.

"Hmm, no hurry. We'll deal with them shortly. Let's see who else dares to show up," the ancient Saint from the Corpse Race said, preventing the Xilin Saint from losing his temper.

On Earth, the Yellow Ox, along with Clairvoyant Du Huaijin, Clairaudient Ouyang Qing, Ye Qingrou, and others, also set out. A group of passionate youths roared, posting messages on the Primal Beast Platform, fearless of death, determined to observe the battle for Chu Feng.

"Heh, this is amusing. Earth's cultivators are getting desperate. They want to save Chu Feng but are powerless. What's the point of all this shouting and struggling now?!"

Some hostile forces in the cosmos burst into hearty laughter, all displaying expressions of contempt.

In their view, Earth's cultivators had panicked. Chu Feng was on the verge of death, and his friends were helpless, losing their composure and essentially seeking their own demise.

"Let's go! Since they're heading to watch the battle and are already en route, we should go too. We're not short on cosmic coins anyway. After we witness Chu Feng's brutal slaughter, we can also join in and eliminate all these young cultivators from Earth, wiping them out completely!"

"Haha, excellent! Brother, wait for me. Let's travel together to the Great Abyss to witness how Chu Feng reaches the end of his rope and faces death!"

"Heh heh, I've long waited for this day. I'm eager to see how the devil Chu Feng, who has always advanced with such momentum, is finally cornered and forced into a situation where he'd rather die than live!"

Throughout the cosmos, some individuals were almost in a frenzy, all wanting to go to the Great Abyss to witness Chu Feng's demise up close, and at the same time, intending to kill the Yellow Ox and others, wiping out all cultivators who originated from Earth.

Those who could afford to travel this way naturally held some status, or at the very least, possessed astonishing wealth. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to pay the astronomical price required to activate super wormholes.

The Yellow Ox sighed inwardly. The situation was as murky as it could get. Not only Saints, but also a large group of Golden Body cultivators, who harbored the most intense animosity towards Chu Feng, were now on their way. It remained to be seen if Chu Feng could withstand it.

The Yellow Ox's heart felt heavy, for despite being well-prepared and possessing powerful trump cards, it still harbored a slight worry about unforeseen complications.

At the Great Abyss, numerous factions had arrived. Saints from the Xilin Race, Heavenly God Race, Stone Race, Spirit Race, and others were almost all present, along with rogue cultivators and Golden Body level cultivators from various races.

The Great Abyss, normally desolate, was now bustling with activity!

"Haha, Chu Feng is certainly going to die this time! It's unimaginable that so many people have been mobilized. There's no doubt about killing a Quasi-Saint like him. He should be content, even in death!"

"Heh, let him be arrogant. Does he truly think he's invincible? What does it matter if he became a Quasi-Saint? Look, so many Saints have arrived all at once; they are bound to destroy him!"

Those who harbored hostility toward Chu Feng gloated, all waiting to witness his tragic death.

Meanwhile, those who were sympathetic to Chu Feng wore worried expressions, sensing that something ominous was about to happen today.

"My dad isn't really going to die here, is he?!" The Little Daoist had also arrived, his heart heavy.

Qin Luoyin said nothing, her white gown fluttering. She held the Little Daoist's hand, silent and still, her face flawlessly beautiful, waiting quietly.

"Almost everyone who should be here has arrived," Chu Feng murmured to himself. Then, he suddenly looked up, gazing into the distance, and said, "I admit, I miscalculated this time. I never thought there were so many old scoundrels still lurking in the Netherworld Cosmos, you old villains!"

Then, he sighed and said, "Today, I will bear sole responsibility for my actions. Please do not harm my friends. It's fine if I die here, no problem, but do not injure the innocent."

"Heh, you say don't kill, and we won't? You're just an ant; we could crush you to death at any moment. What right do you have to bargain with us?!"

Yin Jiuque spoke, his tone indifferent yet laced with disdain.

Chu Feng opened his spatial bracelet and took out one artifact after another, saying, "Are these enough? Can we make an exchange for my friends' departure?"

Instantly, all the Saints gasped, staring at the artifacts in his hands. They were deeply shocked, their gazes filled with covetousness, greed, and longing.

"Is the Vajra Disc enough?" Chu Feng raised the item in his hand.

Then, he picked up another bracelet and asked, "Is the Starry Sky Mother Gold Bracelet enough?"

Next, Chu Feng took out a page of special silver paper, which was impervious to water and fire and clanged when flicked. He asked, "What is the value of the Saint Master's legacy?!"

Just by mentioning this, all the Saints could no longer sit still, causing a sensation!

"Are the Daoist Breathing Technique and another ultimate breathing technique I cultivate enough?" Chu Feng held up an ancient tablet.

Who wouldn't be envious? The Saints could no longer sit still. No one was still confronting the rogue cultivators; they all converged on Chu Feng, fearing they would fall behind and miss out on a share of the treasures!

"And this item, take a look!" Chu Feng then produced a very small, green-skinned gourd. It emitted chaotic energy, but most importantly, it exuded a primordial spiritual light that made everyone's hearts tremble.

"A primordial gourd grown in the depths of the Sea of Chaos! Heavens, there's no mistake! Look, chaotic symbols are faintly emerging—this is a primordial spiritual artifact that even Heaven-Illuminating realm experts cannot obtain!"

At this moment, even the Saints went mad with desire.

"Haha, excellent, Chu Feng! You're about to die, yet you can still offer so many divine items. Hand them all over, and I guarantee your family and friends will remain safe and sound!"

"Hmm, not bad at all. Present them!" Although the group of Saints feigned composure, they were utterly unable to maintain their restraint, wishing they could immediately rush forward to fight and snatch the items for themselves.

In the distance, people were exclaiming and laughing joyfully. These were the descendants from various races, utterly thrilled. In their minds, once these items were acquired by their elders, they would eventually be passed down to them.

"Devil Chu Feng, you've become a benevolent giver just before your death! We truly thank you, haha..." Some people laughed heartily.

At this moment, Yin Jiuque, the ancient Saint of the Corpse Race, the veteran experts of the Heavenly God Race, and others all pressed forward. A total of nineteen Saints surrounded Chu Feng, all eager to contend for the supreme treasures!

"Haha, Chu Feng is deluding himself, thinking he can exchange these divine treasures for the safety of those people. How ridiculous and foolish! After we take these divine items, we'll simply wipe out all his family and friends in one go!"

At this moment, Chu Feng's heart was also not calm. He was also wondering: could he "wipe them all out in one go"?

"That small green gourd is quite good. Hmm, this old man desires it greatly," the ancient Saint from the Corpse Race said, a smile appearing on his skin-and-bones face—a smile that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Indeed, a primordial item! A gourd grown in chaos, something even our Half-Immortal Race doesn't possess. This item is truly destined for our clan!"

At this moment, even the three powerful experts of the Half-Immortal Race, who had previously been indifferent and somewhat detached, were startled. The old matriarch spoke, expressing her desire to contend for it.

"Wu Lunhui, present this item to us," an elder from the Half-Immortal Race even secretly transmitted a message.

A Saint from the Xilin Race, his eyes burning with fervor, declared, "This must be a supreme treasure left over from ancient times on Earth, and it is connected to our clan! Today, our Xilin Race is the true lineage of Earth, so this item rightfully belongs to us!"

Instantly, Saints from various races spoke up one after another, all desiring the green-skinned gourd.

Chu Feng held the thumb-high gourd and sighed lightly, saying, "This item is destined for you? What's the harm in giving it to you then!"