Chapter 984: Longing Makes Heroes Weep

Hong Xuan, a descendant of the Heavenly Venerate Taiwu, could no longer hold back. He ascended the arena, his silver battle robe gleaming and radiating a sacred divine brilliance. Even each strand of his hair was crystalline, and his aura was extraordinary and transcendent.

Some individuals, even when standing in a vast crowd, naturally stand out and are recognized at a glance.

Hong Xuan was precisely such a person, his entire body emanating a hazy white radiance, like a young deity. His steps were light, and his shoes and socks were all white.

White light pulsed around his body, like divine flames, or a great sun enveloping him, making him appear even more transcendental, sacred, and powerful.

"A prodigy from the Yang Realm, with the blood of a Heavenly Venerate flowing within him," an evolver from the shattered universe sighed. "The moment such a person emerges, those of the same cultivation level in our universe shouldn't even bother. Ten of us couldn't even defeat one of his hands."

Unusually, no one objected; everyone agreed wholeheartedly.

Of course, people also set a precondition: Hong Xuan must not be enveloped by Chu Feng's violet-crystal Heavenly Lightning.

As Hong Xuan approached, he alone seemed capable of suppressing this small world, overshadowing all other young geniuses from the Yang Realm, making them appear dim in comparison.

An invisible aura of power intimidated and inspired awe. He was transcendent, possessing an unwavering conviction and unparalleled self-confidence, seemingly capable of looking down upon this universe.

"Do you agree or not?" Chu Feng pressed again.

Hong Xuan had not yet spoken, but those behind him became indignant. They were all extraordinary individuals from the Yang Realm, outraged that such an unreasonable demand was made of them.

However, Hong Xuan calmly spoke, saying, "Yes, if you defeat me, you may dispose of me as you wish and I will obey your commands."

Chu Feng nodded and said, "I hope you keep your word. This 'whining monster' in my hand most likely won't accept the reality of her defeat. I reckon she won't cooperate, so I might as well just smash her to death."

He held Fairy Fei Ling, weighing her in his hand, and genuinely seemed to want to smash her onto the ground.

Everyone was speechless. This fellow was too brutal! That was a beautiful, world-renowned genius fairy from the Yang Realm, yet he didn't care at all and intended to smash her to death!

"Stop!" Hong Xuan exclaimed. He was right there; if he allowed Chu Feng to kill Fairy Fei Ling, what dignity would he have left?

"If I defeat you, release Fei Ling immediately." This was Hong Xuan's demand.

"Alright, I'll keep her for now," Chu Feng nodded.

"Whine!" At that moment, Fei Ling let out a soft whimper. She had woken up again, having regained consciousness due to her immense strength, and opened her eyes to see Chu Feng's detestable face once more.

However, Chu Feng's subsequent words, in her opinion, were even more detestable than his face; he actually threatened her.

"You whining monster," he said, "if you make another sound, I'll smash you to death."

Hearing these words, Fei Ling was so enraged she felt like spitting blood. What kind of person was this? Did he not know how to cherish and protect women? Did he have no manners? He was simply a ruffian.

"What are you staring at? Why are you rolling your eyes?" Chu Feng mocked. "Do you think you can still give me a charming glance, or that you're a peerless beauty? Look how blackened you've become!" He then pulled out a saint-level bronze mirror and shone it on her face.

"Ah..."

Fairy Fei Ling shrieked. Seeing that blackened face, she was almost scared to death. Was that truly her?

Where was her blooming beauty, her world-toppling charm? Now, not only was her face blackened, but even her slender, sensual body was almost charred. The pain was unbearable for her.

Although she knew she could recover, witnessing herself become so ugly was still unbearable for her; it was like her heart was being torn apart.

What was most infuriating was that the ruffian was still ridiculing her, openly calling her ugly. Since childhood, no one had ever called her ugly before; it was utterly preposterous!

She struggled, trying to break free from Chu Feng's grip, but became even more frantic when she realized she was tied up tightly. Ropes as thick as arms, like those used for tying oxen or horses, had bound her securely.

This... she wanted to scream, she wanted to kill!

"Behave, stop screaming, you charcoal head!" Chu Feng chastised her.

"You..." Fairy Fei Ling couldn't take it anymore, enraged and furious. Coupled with unimaginable injuries, her soul light became unstable, and she almost fainted again.

"Whine! I'm so angry!" she muttered resentfully.

Chu Feng immediately gave her a blow, punching her forehead. This time, she couldn't help but faint. Rolling her eyes, filled with hatred, her vision darkened, and she lost consciousness.

"Now it's quiet. I'll beat you to death, you whining monster," Chu Feng said nonchalantly.

He looked around, then simply picked up Fei Ling and tossed her into a corner. It was incredibly casual.

This made the faces of the group from the Yang Realm twitch. They felt sorry for Fei Ling, but dared not say much, sensing that this guy was somewhat unhinged and, if angered, might cruelly destroy a beauty.

"Come on, Hong Xuan, my attendant!" Chu Feng shouted, already declaring himself the winner.

At the same time, he didn't hesitate, grabbing out a few more violet-crystal Heavenly Thunder without even trying to hide them. The group stared in astonishment.

However, with only a few violet-crystal Heavenly Thunder now, would they still be effective? Counting them, there were only five, and Hong Xuan was prepared.

Hong Xuan smiled, his demeanor confident. He stepped forward, his entire body radiating white light. This light transformed into a divine disk, enveloping him, making him sacred, pure, powerful, and transcendent.

In a daze, people seemed to see a young God-King emerging, ready to sweep away all enemies in the world.

"Your aura is indeed very strong," Chu Feng said, sneering, "but ask yourself honestly, are you truly the strongest descendant of the Taiwu lineage?"

What kind of logic was this? At such a critical moment, he still had the leisure to disdain others and even make his opponent question himself. This caused the entire group to roll their eyes at him.

Hong Xuan smiled gently, not at all angered. At the same time, he didn't try to hide anything; in his hand, he held a strange, gleaming silver-white shield.

This was a turtle shell, as white as jade, with shimmering runes on its surface, and it appeared incredibly sturdy.

"Yes, that's right, you guessed it. This is a Reflection-level shield," Hong Xuan explained with a smile, looking at Chu Feng as if to say, "Come on!"

Many from the Yang Realm smiled. Such a shield was not something they could wield; if mishandled, it could drain them completely. But at this critical juncture, it was perfect for defending against lightning. Hong Xuan, possessing Heavenly Venerate blood, should be able to use it a few times.

Hong Xuan moved like a streak of white lightning. He was incredibly fast; dormant one moment, then like thunder the next, aiming for a single, fatal blow.

At the same time, a great explosion rang out because Chu Feng had hurled the violet-crystal Heavenly Thunder. He didn't stop, even after seeing the white shield.

With just one strike, the heavens seemed to collapse and the earth to crack. The light barrier outside the arena was pierced. At the same time, the arena glowed intensely, forming ten more light barriers to block the terrifying energy within.

What happened? Everyone was horrified.

On the ground, a large number of people had fallen. Many were covered in cold sweat, their bodies weak and unable to stand.

In that instant, when the light barrier was pierced, their souls trembled and quivered. They couldn't help but feel compelled to submit and prostrate themselves.

Fortunately, ten more light barriers appeared on the arena, blocking the last vestiges of the terrifying aura.

On the arena, Chu Feng, holding Fairy Fei Ling, hid inside a massive, ancient black turtle shell. This was the remains of a Reflection-level creature, which he had brought back from a foreign realm.

Additionally, another Reflection-level shield covered the black turtle shell.

However, even inside the black turtle shell, he was still holding a shield, feigning defense.

This was because the five violet-crystal Heavenly Thunder he threw were all Reflection-level.

One could imagine what Hong Xuan had endured; this was also why the arena's protective light barrier was initially pierced.

That snow-white shield shattered into pieces, ultimately being blasted apart.

Hong Xuan himself was sent flying, crashing into a stone pillar at the edge of the arena. He was covered in blood, then became completely charred. A powerful battle suit he wore also disintegrated.

Hong Xuan, who had appeared transcendental and godlike, ended up looking like charcoal. He was even more severely injured than Fei Ling; if not for the energy within him helping him neutralize the attack, he might have died just now.

Even so, he lost more than half his life. Countless bones in his body were broken. He was horrifyingly blackened from head to toe, his body convulsing uncontrollably as if constantly being electrocuted.

Chu Feng's black turtle shell was also tattered, with a large hole blasted through it, because at such a close range, the unleashed Reflection-level energy was an indiscriminate attack.

He emerged, carrying Fei Ling. He glanced at Hong Xuan on the ground, then looked at his own side, and couldn't help but sigh dramatically, saying, "Before the campaign is even half-won, the general dies. This makes heroes forever wet their sleeves with tears."

Below the arena, complete silence reigned. But now, a group of people from the Yang Realm couldn't tolerate it. They were exasperated by him. Was he mocking Hong Xuan?

"Ye Hao, you're going too far!" someone roared. "You're despicable, shameless, and vulgar! Using violet-crystal Heavenly Thunder again isn't true skill. And to sigh dramatically like that after injuring someone? Is that humiliation and sarcasm?"

"Go stand aside, don't be so self-important," Chu Feng retorted. "I'm mourning my black turtle shell. It was left to me by my master, and it just shattered like that. How sad, how lamentable, how pitiable."

Chu Feng shook his head and sighed. Then he decisively and quickly rushed over, pulling out a rope. He tied up Hong Xuan, who had Heavenly Venerate blood flowing within him, just like tying up oxen or sheep.

Many people's eyes widened in disbelief. Even Hong Xuan had been defeated and taken down by Chu Feng. It was truly jaw-dropping and unbelievable; that was a descendant of a Heavenly Venerate!

Chu Feng spoke, saying, "Everyone, the Heavenly Venerate's descendant has become my attendant, and the Yang Realm fairy has become my maidservant. At this juncture, I have an idea: let us conspire together for a great cause!"