Chapter 981

Yuan Mo gritted his teeth, suppressing his rage and feeling deeply humiliated. However, he was injured, with several broken bones, having been severely wounded by the people from the Yang Realm. Going up again would only lead to more humiliation.

"Let's go!" he called to Zi Luan.

Zi Luan, usually vibrant and proud, was now dispirited, her large eyes dull. Her body trembled slightly from the reprimand, and she was clearly frightened.

It was clear that the people from the Yang Realm were extremely hostile towards them. Even one of her arms was broken and couldn't be lifted, a recent injury judging by its appearance.

Both lowered their heads and walked towards the so-called refugee camp.

"Don't you understand the rules? Don't you know your place?" The man from the Yang Realm glanced at them, then fixed his gaze on Zi Luan's beautiful back, a hint of desire in his eyes.

Yuan Mo and Zi Luan had some connection to Chu Feng, and the higher-ups had ordered them to be kept alive. Otherwise, Yuan Mo would likely have been killed, and Zi Luan would have suffered a terrible fate.

The descendant of Grand Martial Heavenly Venerate had already passed by in a Qilin chariot, his snow-white robes fluttering, radiating a sacred glow, leaving behind gasps of awe.

The contrast between the two situations was stark.

Chu Feng witnessed all of this. He yearned to act immediately but didn't want to implicate Yuan Mo and Zi Luan for now. He himself was unconcerned, capable of fighting or fleeing.

However, if possible, he still wished to send the two into suitable sects in the Yang Realm.

"I kind of miss Demon Chu," Zi Luan whispered, her nose stinging. "Oh, I really want to see him beat that person, smash his detestable face. I wonder how Chu Feng is doing, where he is."

Chu Feng followed step by step, looking for an opportunity. As soon as he left the so-called refugee camp area, his gaze grew cold.

"Move aside quickly! An envoy with Heavenly Venerate blood flowing within him is arriving! Why are you all crowding? Get out of the way!" The same man from the Yang Realm, responsible for clearing the path, bellowed.

When deities and young disciples from the Yang Realm arrived, specialists like him would accompany them, guiding the way and clearing paths.

He showed no respect to the cultivators of the desolate universe either, though his attitude was slightly better than when dealing with the people from the Underworld in the refugee camp.

At that moment, Chu Feng walked over and shouted at the man, "Why are you barking? Ever since you Yang Realm people arrived, you've been throwing your weight around, looking down on Underworld denizens. But even towards us cultivators of the Chaotic Universe, you act with disdain! What happened to treating everyone equally?"

"How dare you speak to me like that?" The man's face immediately darkened as he turned around.

This was a team responsible for receiving various envoys and prodigies, and many now turned to look.

"Can't you understand human speech? What clan are you from, the Heavenly Dog Clan?" Although Chu Feng had only recently arrived in the Chaotic Universe, he had already mastered its language through powerful soul-light acquisition.

The man from the Yang Realm flushed with anger at Chu Feng's words. Although he was arrogant and dismissive in his speech, being challenged so openly felt like a direct affront.

"Are you looking for death?!" he said menacingly.

However, someone beside him held him back, fearing the situation would escalate and cause public outrage. "We always value prodigies," the person said. "For instance, the strongest inheritors from the Immortal's Den, Amitabha Temple, and Prime Devil Hall are treated with utmost respect, enjoying the same privileges as Yang Realm prodigies."

The restrained man, still with a dark expression, glared at Chu Feng and added, "As for someone like you, if you're jealous and looking for trouble, you'd best gauge your own strength first. Otherwise, you might as well go to the refugee camp."

"You're quite good at changing the subject," Chu Feng retorted, feigning indignation. Then, intentionally adopting an arrogant and frivolous posture, he declared, "So what if you're from the Yang Realm? I can take on ten of you!"

Instantly, a commotion erupted around them.

The cultivators from the desolate universe exchanged glances. Some watched the spectacle with amused indifference, while others scoffed, thinking him oblivious to danger. Still others felt a surge of excitement, similarly annoyed by the Yang Realm people's arrogance, hoping they would be taught a lesson.

"I bet your sect is terrified right now, figuring out how to grovel and apologize to me," the man from the Yang Realm said with a cold, contemptuous smile. "Kid, you're still green, a foolish simpleton. Don't get your sect killed, you idiot!"

"Don't act like such a big shot," Chu Feng blustered. "I can take on ten of you. And as for my sect, I only have one senior brother. If his temper were here, he'd have slapped you dead already, you piece of trash. Come here! I don't believe in evil, and I'll teach you how to be a human with one hand!"

Of course, his appearance had long been altered, making him unrecognizable.

Around them, people were stunned. Amidst the noise, many cultivators were speechless. This truly was a reckless hothead, actually wanting to go head-to-head with someone from the Yang Realm.

Across from him, Wang Juncheng's face was ashen. This was the first time since arriving in this universe that anyone dared to call him "trash." Even that provocateur Yuan Mo merely showed defiance through actions, not such direct and crude insults. Yet, this young man was openly mocking him.

"Get over here!" he roared.

He was a disciple from the outer mountains of the Grand Martial Sect, responsible for reception duties here. Those who could enter a sect founded by a Heavenly Venerate were by no means ordinary.

He held himself in high regard here, yet was being belittled and insulted by someone from this universe, and in front of the Grand Martial Heavenly Venerate's descendant, no less. Veins bulged on his forehead.

In the distance, Fairy Feiling and other young envoys from various major Yang Realm sects had not gone far; they turned back to watch the unfolding scene.

"Can't you speak properly? If anyone's rolling, it's you. Come on! I bet you're from the Heavenly Dog Clan, spewing nonsense, trying to defame others."

Chu Feng, looking utterly obnoxious, jutted out his neck, squinted his eyes, and gave the man a disdainful, dismissive look.

Wang Juncheng felt his blood boil. His hair stood on end, his eyes flashed like lightning, and he charged forward, wishing he could slap Chu Feng dead.

"Wait a moment, I want a fair duel with you!" Chu Feng shouted.

"You're asking for death, why waste time?" Wang Juncheng said menacingly. He was tall and very muscular, with bronze-colored skin and long arms, resembling a large gibbon.

Chu Feng taunted, "Nonsense! I'm a genius, cultivating to the Half-Saint realm in my youth. You old geezer probably struggled for hundreds of years to reach the Saint level, right? Do you dare to fight me at the same cultivation stage?"

Wang Juncheng felt as if he had swallowed a dead rat. His strength was considerable; he was a Saint from the Yang Realm, no ordinary cultivator. And he hadn't taken hundreds of years to become a Saint; while not lightning-fast, his cultivation wasn't slow either.

"Old Wang, go to that arena with restricted cultivation levels and fight him fairly!" someone shouted. The people from the Yang Realm couldn't stand it anymore; they needed to assert their dominance and deal with this troublemaker, as his behavior was simply outrageous.

Not far away, there was an arena used for selecting prodigies and for open challenges.

It was constructed from special reddish-brown rock, said to be unique material unearthed from chaos, indestructible even to those at the Reflection level.

"Are you sure that once you're on this arena, your power will be sealed, allowing for a fair duel with me? You're not planning to cheat, are you?" Chu Feng asked, suspicious.

He was already on the arena, looking at Wang Juncheng across from him, who was as muscular as an ape, with bronze-colored skin.

"What nonsense!" Wang Juncheng roared, wishing he could slap him dead.

"I'm afraid you'll be shameless and use your Saint-level power to kill me. Or should I find someone to confirm it?" Chu Feng dallied, leaving many onlookers speechless.

"Are you done yet?!" Wang Juncheng wanted to kill him, barely restraining himself.

"If I accidentally kill you, I won't be held responsible, right?" Chu Feng asked.

Many people below the arena exchanged silent glances. This fellow was far too overconfident.

"Go to hell!" Wang Juncheng couldn't take it anymore and lunged forward. His bronze-colored palm, covered in runes, moved like a grinding mill, tracing arcane trajectories.

However, Chu Feng simply jumped off the arena and ran away.

Everyone was speechless. What was the meaning of this?

"Hold on, I wasn't finished yet, and you're already going for the kill! Are you feeling guilty or something?!" Chu Feng yelled from a distance.

Finally, several esteemed figures from the Chaotic Universe appeared and guaranteed that the duel would be fair and without issues.

Chu Feng leaped onto the arena again and asked, "Last question: If I accidentally blast you into dust, I won't be held responsible, right? After all, you're already trash to begin with. What I really want to ask is, can I still challenge Fairy Feiling and the descendant of Grand Martial Heavenly Venerate?"

The group was dumbfounded. This person was far too confident! What kind of situation was this, daring to mock and provoke like that? It seemed a bit blindly arrogant.

Chu Feng dared to do this because he had the strength and confidence to cause trouble. If he accidentally revealed his identity, he didn't care; he would just fight.

As for now, it was a "legal" fight to the death, and he could beat him to his heart's content.

Wang Juncheng's body was trembling. This was too much! As a Saint from the Yang Realm, he was being bullied by someone from this universe – it was utterly disgraceful. He charged forward directly.

"If you have the guts, come at me! You won't be responsible for life or death, and you can even challenge Fairy Feiling and the Grand Martial Heavenly Venerate's descendant!"

Then, people noticed Chu Feng trembling, an exaggerated display.

"I'm so excited! Can't wait! I really want to grab a few Heavenly Venerate descendants to play with!"

The crowd stared blankly, utterly speechless!

Of course, a few individuals silently wondered how one could use "head" as a unit of measurement for people.

The people from the Yang Realm, after a moment of realization, wanted to reprimand him: "Play with them? What the hell do you mean?!"

In the distant refugee camp, Zi Luan looked suspicious, her large eyes darting around. She timidly whispered, "Who's causing trouble now?"