Chapter 895: Chu Feng the Overlord is Too Fierce

“What… what did you all see? Did you witness a miracle? Is Chu Feng, the Arch-Demon, kneeling, ready to die? I… my head feels a bit dizzy. I'm having severe hallucinations. I guess it must be due to the vast saintly power, which is unsettling my mind and scattering my soul energy.”

One of the hostile evolvers, who was intermittently filming and transmitting footage of the scene with an optronic device, said this, feeling his scalp tingle and utterly bewildered.

“Shut up! Stop talking and keep filming!” someone shouted from across the cosmos. People everywhere were utterly shaken, their minds and souls captivated, eager to see what would happen next.

“Is he defying the heavens? Is Chu Feng, the Arch-Demon, slaughtering a saint? Ahh!” someone in the starry sky cried out, their emotions surging.

Outside the Great Abyss, many people were filming. Some had already jolted awake, their scalps tingling, certain that what they were seeing wasn't fake, feeling a chill run down their spines.

Others, receiving feedback from various platforms, also realized that they weren't hallucinating; a bloody, major event involving the fall of a saint was truly unfolding.

“This is utterly terrifying! I was supposed to be filming a miracle, showcasing the arrogant Chu Feng, the Arch-Demon, kneeling and wailing in misery, documenting this historic moment. But instead, I filmed him smashing an ancient Starry Sky Knight with a single blow! And I also saw him cleave half the head off an ancient saint of the Corpse Race! It scared me to death! This is too horrifying, I... I want to go home!”

This was a scion from a prominent family, with no small background; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to pay the exorbitant cosmic currency to come outside the Great Abyss to watch the battle.

“Shut up! Aren't you embarrassed enough? Was that a mere stick that smashed the Starry Sky Knight? That was a piece of purple bamboo, refined into a nine-section sword-embryo-shaped God-Beating Whip!”

This was the leader among a group of aristocratic scions, lecturing his younger companion who had just been babbling.

The pampered aristocratic scion retorted, “Whether it's bamboo or a sword-embryo, what I saw was one strike that made half of the ancient saint's head from the Corpse Race simply vanish! Even his big yellow buck teeth were flying everywhere, mixed with blood! It was too gruesome! Has Chu Feng, the Arch-Demon, become a saint? He's scaring your Uncle Hou Er to death! I really don't want to stay here anymore!”

Their trembling, quivering argument was filmed and transmitted intermittently to various platforms, seen by evolvers across the universe.

For a moment, people were speechless with shock.

“Hou Er, you damn brat, are you looking for death?! Our Corpse Race's ancient saint was unrivaled among saints, dominating the cosmos in his time! How dare you slander and blaspheme him? Damn it, I'll beat you to death sooner or later!”

This was a direct descendant and core member of a prominent Corpse Race family, now seething with rage, wanting nothing more than to tear Hou Er apart. He was fuming from across the starry sky, as he wasn't at the scene.

Hou Er, undeterred, challenged him, saying, “Shi Jiu, how dare you threaten me? Open your eyes and look! Didn't Chu Feng, the Arch-Demon, cleave half the head off your family's ancient saint, that old Corpse Saint? And his yellow buck teeth were flying everywhere! Oh, damn it, look! A molar just flew over here! I filmed it, and it's still bloody! That was close! It almost hit me! Such a terrifying thing—it's a saint's tooth, after all. If it had grazed me, I'd definitely have exploded into smithereens! Shi Jiu, damn you, your old Corpse Saint almost killed me, do you know that?”

Shi Jiu of the Corpse Race, a young man, was so furious he was hopping mad, veins bulging on his forehead. He declared, “Hou Er, you dog, how dare you insult a saint of my Corpse Race? Just you wait! Next time we meet, it'll be a fight to the death! My entire young generation of the Corpse Race will be your sworn enemies!”

“Who's scaring whom? Do you think Hou Er was raised on fear? I'm a core descendant of the Monster Race, and we're all from the top ten great families. What can you do to me? I've suddenly found myself admiring Chu Feng, the Arch-Demon! Before, when I hung out with you all, I always heard you slandering him, which made me dislike him. But now, Chu Feng, the Arch-Demon, is too domineering! I just love his fiery temper! With a bang, he split open your Corpse Race's old corpse, smashing half his head to pulp! Oh, damn it! I was so busy arguing with you that I missed a really exciting part of the battle! Good thing I filmed it! Shi Jiu, quick, look! Your old Corpse Saint's lower body has been completely smashed by a single blow, and at the same time, the jaw of his remaining half-head has also been utterly obliterated! Those big yellow buck teeth are flying out again! Oh, it's scaring your Uncle Hou Er to death! It almost pierced me again!”

Evolvers throughout the cosmos were speechless. What kind of situation was this? An earth-shattering battle was raging at the edge of the Great Abyss, with saintly blood splattering, yet the people responsible for filming were truly extraordinary—half-scared to death, while simultaneously bickering endlessly with people on the outside, creating utter chaos.

The group of aristocratic scions felt ashamed. These were their own members, who usually regarded themselves as cosmic elites, being close siblings to the divine sons of various races, mostly core descendants from the top ten or twenty powerful races.

Because these two were squabbling, it somewhat diluted the bloody atmosphere. Otherwise, the current battle was truly chilling, sending shivers down one's spine.

Chu Feng made his move, wielding the purple-gold bamboo. He moved among the saints, striking to kill, directly slaying another Starry Sky Knight, whose blood splattered outside the Great Abyss.

In fact, it was just a casual act; he had effortlessly eliminated two ancient Starry Sky Knights.

The one he truly wanted to kill was the ancient saint of the Corpse Race. However, this old Corpse Saint was too powerful. He had his head smashed to pulp and half his body pulverized multiple times, yet he simply wouldn't die.

Furthermore, this old corpse regained some mobility, roaring and screaming, doing everything possible to regenerate from a drop of blood, growing back its head to fight against Chu Feng.

It was too horrific! Saintly blood splattered across the area. While Chu Feng was primarily focused on slaying the old Corpse Saint and the ancient tyrant from the Celestial Race, he also smashed a saint from the Machine Race with the purple bamboo, sending sparks flying. Shockingly, even their metallic body contained blood, which was quite terrifying!

In this region, the void itself rumbled and fluctuated, vibrating with the breathing of the white-clad woman within the ink-black Great Abyss. There was a unique rhythm that even saint-level powerhouses couldn't withstand. Their bodies were like they were trapped in a quagmire, restrained, unable to move easily, their soul energy unstable.

Even those watching from the outermost, extremely distant reaches were affected. Only extraordinary individuals like Hou Er, with their exceptionally thick nerves, had the leisure to argue with others. Everyone else was badly frightened, as if trapped in a swamp, their bodies bleeding and on the verge of collapsing.

At the edge of the Great Abyss, Chu Feng also drew his Reincarnation Blade. He swung it at the surrounding saints, but this usually irresistible, demonic blade was surprisingly impeded. While it could indeed disintegrate a saint's flesh and soul energy, some saints possessed astonishing regenerative abilities and could even reassemble themselves during the process.

For instance, the Corpse Race elder, despite being skin and bones and having his head pulverized by Chu Feng, could now regenerate from a drop of blood and recover once more.

“Damn it, how can you be so resilient?! The Reincarnation Blade can't even cut you down?!” Chu Feng was enraged. After he smashed the opponent's body with the purple-gold bamboo, the saint had already reassembled.

Now, he struck the opponent's head with the Reincarnation Blade, and after turning into blood and bone, it surprisingly regenerated again.

The ancient saint of the Corpse Race desperately wanted to curse: *You beast, seeking death! What the hell do you mean "resilient"? You split open this old man's face, the pain is unbearable, and you dare to make such sarcastic remarks? This is the power of ancient resurrection, you imbecile!*

Nearby, the tyrannical old saint of the Celestial Race, tall and imposing, with golden hair flowing and covered in blood, had also been struck by Chu Feng's purple-gold bamboo, smashing his head, and then had more than half his body cleaved by the blade, yet he too recovered once more.

“I get it now,” Chu Feng roared. “The longer you've lived, the more resilient you are! Uncuttable, unsmashable, regenerating again and again! Let's see how long you can last!”

Chu Feng, enraged, furiously swung the purple-gold bamboo and the Reincarnation Blade, relentlessly smashing and cleaving the two old men. This instantly terrified the two ancient saints. They felt their soul energy being continuously eroded by the Reincarnation Blade; even if they could regenerate, they couldn't withstand such a drain. They would surely die eventually.

However, they were now restrained. Though they could move, it was highly inconvenient. Even the laws within their bodies were congealed. They managed to launch attacks a few times, but none struck Chu Feng.

“Thud!”

In the process, Chu Feng also attacked others. With a thud, he split another Starry Sky Knight in half, killing him instantly.

Indeed, saints varied in power. The most powerful ancient saints were incredibly difficult to kill, but newly ascended saints were relatively less challenging.

“Ah…”

A saint from the Xilin Race screamed as Chu Feng's purple-gold bamboo shattered his spine, obliterating half his body.

Then, Chu Feng plunged his Reincarnation Blade into the saint's head. With a powerful jolt, it disintegrated his soul energy, killing him completely.

Throughout the cosmos, people gasped after seeing this scene through the intermittent footage filmed by Hou Er and others. That was a saint, yet he died too easily and tragically.

The Xilin Race had sent more than one. Another powerful saint, who had survived since ancient times, roared, his hair bristling with rage, divine flames surging all over him. He burned his life force at all costs, struggling to regain control of his body, and charged at Chu Feng.

“You little brat, to think you could turn the tables in such a desperate situation! This is a disgrace to all saints! Die!” The Xilin Race saint's eyes were cold, divine flames covering his entire body, making him appear like a blinding human sun.

He fought Chu Feng with all his might, his soul energy robust and vast, seeking vengeance for his clansmen, putting immense pressure on Chu Feng.

Chu Feng's pupils contracted. With a swipe of his long blade, he surprisingly severed the Xilin Race saint's outstretched hand, and holy blood splattered. He instantly felt a surge of confidence.

The rules of this world resonated with the Dao-Attracting Breathing Technique, severely suppressing the saints' strength. As their bodies demonstrated, they were very stiff and their movements sluggish.

Chu Feng said chillingly, “Xilin Race, you traitors, you filthy scum! If it weren't for you, ancient Earth wouldn't have suffered such a tragic defeat. Not even its descendants could be preserved! All escape routes were leaked by you, those secret dormant places, those small life planets left for future generations were exposed! The seeds of hope for revival were all destroyed because of you! Your blood crimes are monstrous, unspeakable! Die! You truly deserve to be sliced into a thousand pieces!”

And that's exactly what Chu Feng did. He slashed him with the Reincarnation Blade more than a thousand times, devouring his soul energy. Even an old saint who had survived since ancient times couldn't endure it, letting out a horrific, prolonged howl that sent chills down everyone's spines.

This was a saint, yet his cries were so agonizing, revealing the immense pain he was enduring.

Finally, the Xilin Race saint was eliminated, his eyes filled with venomous hatred, unwillingness, and a final terror. His body and spirit were utterly destroyed, becoming nothing for all eternity!

He would never have the chance to reincarnate or possess another body again; he was utterly annihilated!

All the other saints felt their hair stand on end and their scalps tingle. The old Xilin Race saint had met a terrible end, truly sliced into a thousand pieces and annihilated by the Reincarnation Blade, leaving them both shocked and terrified.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this moment, they all fought desperately, expending their origins. Even if it meant being completely crippled and dying of exhaustion after this battle, they had to fight. Otherwise, being suppressed and killed like this was too humiliating.

However, they were helpless and chilled to the core. Even expending their origins, the suppression was too extreme. They could move and attack, but their movements were too slow, their chains of order weren't strong enough, and the secret techniques they unleashed were too dim.

“Heaven-Stabbing,” Chu Feng roared, “your assassin organization is truly like maggots in a gutter—can't stand the light, endlessly foul-smelling. I could smell your bloodlust from miles away! And you still think you can assassinate me in this situation? Die!”

Chu Feng shouted, instantly spotting a large black sword emerging from the void. He swung the purple-gold bamboo, smashing it away, causing saintly light to burst forth and the great sword to snap.

Chu Feng charged forward, pointing at a spot in the void. The divine radiance of the purple-gold bamboo flared, then with a thud, it pierced a black-clad elder like a spear, impaling him in mid-air as blood rained down.

“You…” The Assassin Saint from Heaven-Stabbing glared, utterly unwilling to accept this. He was an assassin who had achieved sainthood, moving invisibly, striking fear into the hearts of saints from all races who couldn't defend against him.

But today, here, he was so severely suppressed by that breathing rhythm that he couldn't conceal his presence. He was nothing like an assassin of darkness.

He was practically a beacon in the night, openly declaring his presence, telling his opponent to come for him. That's why Chu Feng found him so easily.

Chu Feng pierced his body with the purple-gold bamboo and hoisted him high, as if impaling him with a spear and suspending him in mid-air.

At the same time, he swung the Reincarnation Blade in his hand, not to cleave him, but to slap him across the face with the flat of the blade. At first, there were crisp, smacking sounds.

People were stunned. This was an Assassin Saint, a strategic killer from Heaven-Stabbing, capable of threatening all saints across the races, yet he was being slapped around like this.

Chu Feng, the Arch-Demon, was truly too ferocious!

Saints targeted by Heaven-Stabbing's Assassin Saints would usually shiver with fear, constantly wary of a deadly strike from the darkness, like a viper's kiss.

But now, Chu Feng was continuously slapping him hard with the flat of the blade!

“Heaven-Stabbing, what a grand name for such arrogance!” Chu Feng raged. “In ancient times, you cold-blooded executioners even assassinated women and children! And you dare to claim you can pierce the heavens? I'll slap you until you're dead!”

Thinking of the vile deeds committed by these people in ancient times, Chu Feng's blood boiled with fury, and he slapped him with even more force!

The smacking sounds were incessant!

Then, sickening thuds began. Chu Feng's strength was immense; when he struck the assassin saint's cheek with the blade's flat, it was like a mountain slamming down. The Assassin Saint's face became a bloody mess, teeth flew out, and bones were crushed.

Finally, Chu Feng delivered a finishing blow, cleaving off his head, and then struck again, disintegrating his soul energy, killing him so completely that his spirit scattered into nothingness.

The star sea fell silent. Many people's expressions froze upon witnessing this scene. An Assassin Saint, dead just like that, in such a humiliating way!

“What are you looking at? You think you're tough enough, do you? I'll slap you till you're dead too!”

Chu Feng glanced back at the emaciated ancient saint of the Corpse Race. He charged forward with his blade, and with a smack, this time he didn't cleave him but slapped him hard across the face with the flat of the blade, sending him flying sideways, blood splattering from the corner of his mouth.

Throughout the cosmos, countless people were petrified!

“Good! Kill him! Slap him! Slap him hard!” From afar, Ouyang Feng yelled, shouting for Yellow Ox and the others to film him. He called out, “See that? That Reincarnation Blade is mine! I lent it to the Arch-Demon! My name as the God King is engraved on the blade. Those slain by the Reincarnation Blade, remember: on the path of reincarnation, recite my true name, and in rebirth, you shall find eternal life!”

This guy struck various domineering poses for the camera, looking utterly self-important, as if he were the one slaying the saints, filled with extreme pride.