Chapter 924: Chu Mo Spares No One

"Good and evil are ultimately repaid; the way of heaven is a righteous cycle. If you don't believe, just look up: who has Chu the Devil ever spared?"

The old patriarch of the Feathered Race sang this as he flew from Earth into outer space, his head of white hair swaying. He looked at a pile of decaying saint corpses in the distance.

At this moment, Yuan Chen, a descendant disciple of Taiwu Tianzun, was not yet dead and was still wailing weakly. Upon seeing the patriarch, his dim eyes suddenly opened wide in anger again. He was filled with great hatred; such words were too mocking. How could he, a disciple of a great sect from the Yang Realm, endure such humiliation?

"You're still alive?" The old patriarch of the Feathered Race, his hair white, looked at Yuan Chen and said, "Allow this old man to say a few more words: damn your Taiwu Tianzun! Do you see? When your unfilial descendant disciples were arrogant, they were more unruly than a bald-tailed dog. But after weakening, they're like dead dogs. Quite like you, aren't they!"

This old man was truly spirited. He had fiercely cursed Taiwu Tianzun even before his beheading earlier, and now he was back, cursing people to their faces.

"Woof!" The Great Heavenly Dog wasn't dead yet. Its entire golden fur had fallen off, its body was bare and shriveled, without a single dog hair remaining.

"There really is a bald-tailed dog! Did it hit a raw nerve for your Taiwu Tianzun lineage? You bunch of dog-things, you deserve it!" The old man from Feathered Star cursed with great satisfaction.

"You..." Yuan Chen hadn't drawn his last breath yet. Although his soul light was dissolving, his life force was very tenacious; he longed for a miracle to occur. But upon hearing these words, his soul light rapidly dimmed from anger, and his eyes turned a deathly gray. He was about to be angered to death.

"Woof!" The Great Heavenly Dog was also unwilling to give up. Its eyes were fierce but lacked luster; it merely let out a final, vicious growl.

"Pfft!"

After this man and dog spat out their last two mouthfuls of black blood, they completely died. Their soul lights dissipated, having been literally angered to death.

"I don't want to die! Give me back my beauty! I want my youth..." Qi Xia, a descendant disciple of Luan Yu Tianzun, let out the weakest sound. She trembled, having lost a leg. Her hair was completely white, she was skin and bones, her face covered in deep wrinkles, and her eye sockets were deeply sunken. There, she laboriously pulled out a bronze mirror.

This time, neither Chu Feng nor the old man from Feathered Star said anything. Only Qi Xia herself remained in this place; all other people from the Yang Realm had died completely.

"Ah..."

Qi Xia used her last ounce of strength to let out a much louder, sharp, and piercing sound than before. After seeing her own appearance, her face was filled with terror and immense dread. She finally died in that state.

Chu Feng reminded the old man to stay back a bit; this place was not peaceful. Gray matter permeated the area, making it quite dangerous. In fact, this old patriarch from Feathered Star was merely indignant and could not tolerate it. To vent his anger, after a round of ridicule, he quickly made his escape and rushed back towards Earth.

As Chu Feng collected all the corpses and gray mist into the green gourd, he heard a sinister sneer emanating from inside the gourd. He seriously suspected that this gray matter was sentient and had long been targeting him. It wasn't fiercely retaliating against him now; it seemed to want to use him to travel everywhere.

Chu Feng had no time to consider this now. After collecting the spoils, he vanished in a flash, reappearing on Earth.

Now, throughout the universe, it was as if geothermal magma had been unearthed; waves of heat surged. All races were in an uproar, a cacophony of sound. Having killed all the people from the Yang Realm, was Chu Feng going to defy heaven? Many races could only sigh in admiration; this young evolver was truly formidable, repeatedly creating miracles. Even his adversaries tacitly acknowledged that his power was consolidated. If no one from the Yang Realm came to eliminate him, then truly no one would be able to contain him in the future.

At the same time, many people cheered in satisfaction. Earlier, those people from the Yang Realm were arrogant and haughty. They didn't treat the evolvers of the Yin Realm universe as humans, viewing them as Yin spirits and comparing them to pigs and dogs. Such an attitude truly made people feel deeply indignant and humiliated.

"Well killed, Chu Feng! This old man supports you! You killed with great satisfaction! If those bastards from the Yang Realm dare to come again, even if this old man is no match for them, I will still help you, killing them until they roll back to the Yang Realm!"

"Chu Feng, from now on I won't call you the Devil King! Chu, Divine King above! You killed so many people from the Yang Realm, and you must have acquired quite a few sacred artifacts. Just casually bestow two upon me!"

In the starry sky, countless people discussed heatedly. Recently, over a dozen ancient powerful races had been annihilated and their cultivation techniques taken. The atmosphere had been very oppressive. Now, it was clearly much more relaxed, with some people joking with Chu Feng across the starry sky.

However, in a certain place on Earth, the atmosphere was almost suffocating. The East Sea, with towering waves!

Chu Feng arrived soaring in the air, heading alone to slaughter on Yingzhou Island! Qian Jia, the old patriarch of Feathered Star, and others shouted from behind, wanting to come and help, but how could their speed match Chu Feng's? They were left far behind, out of sight.

Yingzhou, the entire island was not small. Previously, it was located in a folded space. Now it had merged with Earth's main space, manifesting itself in the world. The island had green mountains and clear waters, with beautiful scenery. Furthermore, vast snow-capped mountains towered into the clouds, and immense glaciers were bone-chillingly cold.

Chu Feng arrived, sweeping all the way, irresistible as a bamboo-splitting force. He directly pierced into the heartland of Yingzhou Island, descending upon the central mountain range. Snowflakes danced, the majestic mountains were vast, and spiritual energy billowed. A group of people waited here, kowtowing repeatedly, begging for forgiveness. The high-ranking officials of Yingzhou Island were terrified; how could they have foreseen that Chu Feng would ultimately emerge victorious?

Chu Feng swept his staff across; hundreds of powerful individuals turned into blood mist, leaving nothing behind. Their bodies and spirits were utterly annihilated with a mere light strike from the purple-gold bamboo.

"Chu Feng, are you going to exterminate us all?" The mountain belly split open, and several old men rushed out with a large number of people, carrying fear and also unwillingness.

"You have wolfish ambitions! In ancient times, the leaders on Earth treated your ancestors like brothers, bestowing upon them generous gifts, allowing them to cultivate various secret techniques at will. And this is how you treat their descendants, wanting to turn around and kill them?!"

Chu Feng swept his staff across. Someone on the other side roared; there was actually a Sub-Saint, the highest-tier combat power, who had survived from ancient times, though so old as to be on the verge of death.

"The victor is king, the defeated is a bandit! We just wanted to live a better life. Anyway, you were going to die. What's wrong with siding with the Xilin Race, siding with the people from the Yang Realm? It's just that the timing of our choice wasn't good enough. Who knew your damned life would be so tough? Why don't you just die? You truly are our misfortune!"

That old fellow's face twitched. He unleashed a sacred artifact, attacking Chu Feng. He acted despite knowing he was no match, because Chu Feng would never let him live.

"Your ambition is too great, and you remain unrepentant even in death!" Chu Feng bothered not to say more and slapped him, sending the old fellow flying. In mid-air, his face deformed, his mouth full of teeth and blood flew out. Then his body broke apart inch by inch. With a boom, it exploded in mid-air, scattering Sub-Saint blood.

Chu Feng directly lifted six large mountains with the purple bamboo, dragging out all the core members of Yingzhou who were hiding inside. Without any hesitation, he killed them all. At this moment, the old patriarchs of Feathered, Baichuan, Qiyun, and Nanli Stars, along with Qian Jia and Qian Ye, all arrived. There were a total of four Sub-Saints, making it easy to suppress Yingzhou Island.

Chu Feng did not continue, leaving it to them. He couldn't bring himself to harm the children there. He told these people to go ahead and do it, to search souls. If there were innocent ones, they could be released, but those with malicious intent, those who harbored thoughts of revenge, whether they were children or the elderly and weak, were to be mercilessly killed!

Then he left, entering outer space. He contacted the Heaven-Penetrating Wormhole Company, intending to conquer half the universe in a single day, annihilating the Xilin Race and others.

"Brother, you scared us to death! Facing the people from the Yang Realm alone was so dangerous, but also so satisfying!" shouted the Big Black Ox; they had arrived.

Ouyang Feng, carrying his black tortoise shell, elegantly strode with a swan-like gait and said, "I say, Chu the Devil, your movements are too fast! We rushed and rushed, but by the time we got there, you had already finished. It seems these people from the Yang Realm are all weaklings! Grandpa Ouyang hadn't even shown his might yet, and they were already dead."

"Oh, dear, oh dear! Those bastards from the Yang Realm really aren't much," exclaimed the Old Donkey. "Even though this old donkey comes from a scholarly family, I was ready to spar with them today, but they all died! They really can't stand a fight!"

A group of people arrived, their concern evident. They tried to speak lightly, avoiding mention of Qin Luoyin, fearing Chu Feng's sadness.

Chu Feng said, "We were too merciful last time. Now, let's go settle everything together!"

It wasn't long before they emerged from the wormhole. Their first stop was the planet where the Xilin Race resided. Chu Feng gazed at the planet below, his eyes deep and somber. He truly had no fondness for this race; their actions in ancient times were utterly disgusting, extremely vile and malicious.

"What a pity! Among the saints slaughtered by the strange matter, the ancient Ninth Under Heaven, Wei Heng, was not there!" Chu Feng regretted that this person was not among the saints who perished in Earth's outer space. Back then, Wei Heng was ruthless, cutting off Uncle Ming's head and pickling it in a jar. It was too malicious; one must know that Uncle Ming was his enlightenment teacher, yet Wei Heng showed no gratitude whatsoever. Chu Feng didn't know if Wei Heng had died in the Chaos Universe; his whereabouts were unknown. However, everyone had to admit, Wei Heng's heaven-defying talent, as the Ninth Under Heaven of the Golden Generation, was exceptionally terrifying.

With a whoosh, Chu Feng delved deep into Xilin Star to understand the situation. He wanted to know where the race's last retreat was! Finally, he returned to outer space, glancing at the planet below. He said to the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron, "This time, you'll eat your fill; the energy is very abundant!"

He had made arrangements with the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron. With a powerful throw, the great cauldron glowed, and with a boom, it crashed into Xilin Star. On this day, a "firework" bloomed, exceptionally dazzling in the starry sky!

Xilin Star was destroyed!

Evidently, some members of that race had been terrified to the core earlier and had already fled in advance. Chu Feng paid no mind. He knew that the race had another planet, their so-called second homeland. Last time, several groups of people had escaped there, and this time, too, some had gone. He already had a clue; he generally knew where it was!

Not long after, Chu Feng arrived at Tianshen Star. Without any hesitation, he plunged the cauldron into it. With a boom, he pierced through the giant star, and a rain of light exploded.

Tianshen Ancestral Star was destroyed!

The starry sky erupted, and all races were shocked. Chu Feng had truly launched a deadly attack, going on a rampage. A moment later, Chu Feng arrived at the other end of the starry sky, descending upon the planet where the Corpse Race resided. He still used the Demon Race's Cauldron, directly bombarding it! Another dazzling ball of light soared up, illuminating this part of the starry sky, extremely brilliant!

He went without stopping, ranging across the star regions, striking coldly and mercilessly without the slightest hesitation, cleansing the Xilin, Tianshen, Corpse races, and others. Later on, in a remote corner of the universe, another planet disintegrated. With a boom, beams of light erupted, and dazzling energy waves surged in all directions.

The Xilin Race's so-called second homeland was destroyed! All races, upon learning this, were terrified. When the Sub-Immortal Race heard this, an ancient saint in the sacred hall panicked and dropped his teacup. Tea stains covered his body, yet he was unaware.

In the first year of the Gray Era, Chu Feng swept across the Yin Realm universe, suppressing and killing several races in a single day, shaking the entire world and making all races tremble.