Chapter 994: Yang Realm Contender

The swamp was dim and misty, with ancient trees sparsely scattered, not close to each other. Fallen leaves in the puddles emitted a rotten smell.

Despite its usual gloomy atmosphere, many people had gathered there today!

The inhabitants of the shattered universe felt resentment and anger. Wasn't this supposed to be their trial ground? Yet, geniuses from the Yang world arrived, piloting war vessels in formation across the sky, completely disregarding those already present.

Some cultivators flying through the air were even struck by the massive ships from the Yang world, vanishing instantly and leaving only a mist of blood.

The gods stood aloof in mid-air, hands behind their backs, silently observing everything. Even these deities were apprehensive, knowing that the arrival of such a large group of geniuses would alter the rules of this place.

These were the true elite descendants of the Yang world, including direct descendants of Celestial Venerables and imperial princes, each possessing astonishing talent.

They represented the full spectrum of Yang world prodigies, from sub-saints to saints and even god-level beings, spanning different age groups and cultivation realms.

Not long ago, an ancient, peculiar pool was discovered in this swamp, and news of it was sent back to the Yang world.

What emerged from it was primordial Yin energy, manifesting in various layers that could be absorbed and refined by Yang world cultivators of different realms.

"Brother Lan!" someone exclaimed in surprise, soaring into the air from a large vessel. This was clearly a deity, and a figure of extremely high rank; otherwise, why would he greet Lan Feng, who was ranked ninety-seventh among the gods?

The Yang world was vast and grand. To rank ninety-seventh among deities was extraordinary; even ranking nine hundred and seventieth would qualify one as a terrifying and renowned cultivator.

Such individuals were sought after by all factions.

Now, with someone of Lan Feng's caliber arriving, it naturally stirred up further ripples.

"Heh heh..." A newly arrived god glanced at Lan Feng, showing great self-assurance and little regard, even with a mocking smile.

The fact that he showed no fear of Lan Feng indicated his own formidable status.

However, when that person recognized Chi Ming by Lan Feng's side, his smile vanished, and his expression became solemn.

In every direction, numerous god-level figures had appeared, each occupying a vantage point, awaiting the emergence of the primordial Yin energy from the ancient pool deep within the swamp.

Although the depths of the swamp were dim, the golden lake clusters gleamed with a crystalline luster, appearing exceptionally sacred and distinct.

Yet, upon approaching, everyone felt a bone-chilling, exceptionally sharp cold, enough to freeze one's very soul in place.

"Divine material," a Yang world cultivator exclaimed in awe. "How many gods must have died to form such a cluster of lakes?"

"Unfortunately, it's contaminated," a deity remarked with lament and regret. "This divine material is highly poisonous to the soul, and we cannot absorb it."

Now, the newly arrived deities from the Yang world soared from their large vessels, appearing high in the sky and standing at a distance, without approaching the black pool.

Meanwhile, the sub-saint and saint-level geniuses from the Yang world approached, piloting large vessels to the site. Even this younger group of Yang world geniuses was still more powerful than the people from the broken universe.

However, this group of relatively lower-level Yang world prodigies showed no fear of the self-important god-level geniuses from the Yang world, each exuding confidence and grace.

They believed that in not many years, they would eventually surpass those gods!

Among them, some, though only at the saint level, were already recognized as having the potential of a Celestial Venerable, destined to advance rapidly and overcome all obstacles.

Furthermore, some of these sub-saints and saints merely regarded fearsome existences like Lan Feng and Chi Ming with indifference.

This was because some among them ranked highly on the Yang world's Saint List, including those in the top ten, such as possessors of Overlord bloodlines, Battle Immortal physiques, and Primordial Violet Mist, whose talents astounded the world.

Their goal was to surpass their predecessors; as for Chi Ming, Lan Feng, and others, in their eyes, they had merely taken an earlier step and would eventually be challenged!

Such figures, some hailed as 'Little Celestial Venerables' and others as 'Imperial Daughters', all maintained calm, composed, and serene expressions.

Those with terrifying talent were confident in their unparalleled potential. Their inner resolve prevented them from bowing their heads; even when facing legendary god-level figures like Chi Ming, they regarded them as equals.

Chu Feng saw through their demeanor: these sub-saints and saints were surprisingly unafraid of the formidable god-level experts. Each held their head high, their gazes sharp and spirited, exuding a divine grace like precious jade.

These individuals possessed considerable ambition and confidence.

At this moment, cultivators from the broken universe approached the golden lake clusters, including those from the netherworld such as Ying Wudi, Jin Lin, Master Bajie, and Jiang Luoshen.

The Yang world geniuses had arrived before them, having charged over on terrifying war vessels. They were now on the ground, standing by the sparkling, luminous lakes.

When some saw the cultivators from the broken universe approaching, some reacted with indifference, showing no expression, while others curled their lips slightly, a hint of disdain in their eyes.

"Hmm, I advise everyone not to get too close," a purple-clad woman calmly stated. She was 175 cm tall, with a slender, gracefully contoured body. "There might be a conflict here soon, and to avoid accidental injury, please keep your distance." Her words seemed courteous, but they carried a sense of detached aloofness, an arrogance rooted deep within her.

Her words, which implicitly prevented the cultivators from the broken universe from approaching, were a form of exclusion, forbidding them from setting foot in this place of creation, and also a subtle warning.

She was indeed very beautiful, with luminous purple eyes, vibrant red lips, and teeth like jade. Her beauty was exceptionally outstanding, and people from the Yang world called her Xiao Ziyun.

"Please, everyone!" Xiao Ziyun's voice was not loud, but it was sweet and pleasant to the ear. However, the confident demeanor within her radiant beauty clearly carried a sense of looking down on others.

Her figure was tall and graceful, even surpassing some male cultivators in height. Her long, crystalline purple hair flowed smoothly, exuding vibrant youthfulness and rare charm, with an exceptionally outstanding demeanor.

The Yang world geniuses treated her with unusual deference, subtly highlighting her extraordinary talent and significant influence, as many listened intently and all noisy chatter ceased.

"Fairy Xiao's upbringing is excellent; she's unwilling to speak too harshly. If it were me, I certainly wouldn't have said it like that," a white-robed scholar said with a gentle smile, nodding respectfully to Xiao Ziyun, showing great deference.

Everyone knew Xiao Ziyun was called the 'Imperial Daughter.' She was born with auspicious omens, possessing extraordinary talent, and her sect had continuously nurtured her with phoenix blood, sparing no resources in her cultivation.

She possessed the potential of three true phoenixes, a single person equivalent to three true phoenixes!

How terrifying was this? Her talent was world-shaking.

At the same time, this also demonstrated the formidable power of the Yang world's orthodox sects: they could cultivate disciples using true phoenix blood, elevating them to the potential of three phoenixes—a truly astonishing feat!

"What would you say then?" a Yang world genius asked, raising an eyebrow with a deep smile.

"Naturally, I'd simply expel them. Why bother with words? Just drive them away. Those who don't comply—kill!" The white-robed scholar appeared refined, but in his casual remarks, he was directly advocating for slaughter.

"Chen Han, the white-robed scholar, is indeed as refined yet forceful as ever, heh," someone remarked with a faint smile.

In the distance, the people from the broken universe wore displeased expressions. The people from the Yang world were utterly unconcerned, freely commenting and chatting among themselves, completely ignoring them.

They possessed the confidence that they were future giants, destined one day to contend for supremacy in the Yang world, take the scepter from a Celestial Venerable, and even become awe-inspiring grand masters, unrivaled through the ages.

At this moment, someone prepared to act, intending to drive away the cultivators from the broken universe. This was a crude and merciless act, preventing them from approaching the area.

"That's not ideal," another person said with a faint smile. "We should conquer them with virtue. Actually, it's simple: 'kill the chicken to scare the monkeys,' and the others will naturally disperse. No need for a massive slaughter."

This was a golden-robed youth with a full head of golden hair, radiating light as if he were a blossoming sun. He seemed like a sun transformed into a deity!

Jin Chuanteng!

Someone recognized him as Jin Chuanteng, the direct descendant of the Golden Family. His blood was golden, a single drop capable of bringing the dead back to life and regenerating flesh and bone. His talent was terrifying and world-shaking.

It was said that those with this golden blood possessed extraordinary physical resilience; their very bodies were renowned as priceless weapons, invincible wherever they went.

He smiled faintly, gesturing for his companion to speak and carry out his wishes.

The genius by his side, evidently his loyal follower named Ling Chen, who also served as his guard, wore a cold expression, a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and issued a moderate-toned rebuke.

"From the broken universe, which genius is well-known? Who can be called the strongest?" Ling Chen asked.

Such a question was malicious and boded ill.

"No need to search," Jin Chuanteng said, his golden blood causing his entire body to glow as if forged from gold. "I heard there's someone named Ye Hao who's quite capable. He once caused a minor setback for Hong Xuan and Fei Ling from our Yang world. It must be him."

In the distance, Hong Xuan and Fei Ling's expressions were far from pleasant as they stared over.

Jin Chuanteng's follower, Ling Chen, had white hair like a waterfall and a strong physique. He was once known as the Blade King, but had been subdued by Jin Chuanteng and was now fiercely loyal to him.

"Ye Hao, come here."

However, Ye Hao would not come over. A little later, someone mentioned Ye Hao's senior brother, Shi Fan.

Chu Feng was in the distance, talking to Ying Xiaoxiao.

"Ah, my brother-in-law is so lonely and desolate, all by himself in the netherworld universe," the silver-haired little loli said indignantly. "If he were here, I think he'd definitely teach those Yang world geniuses a harsh lesson!"

Ying Wudi whispered, "Don't be silly. He can't defeat these people. If he really showed up, he'd be killed by the deities under the Celestial Venerable. It's better to pray he doesn't appear."

"You, come here!" Blade King Ling Chen pointed at Chu Feng, instructing him to approach.

Chu Feng glanced sideways. This was truly an unprovoked calamity.

"Everyone else, stay far away from here! Without our permission, none of you are allowed to set foot here!" Blade King Ling Chen declared, and Jin Chuanteng, whose body contained golden blood, nodded in agreement from behind him.

Originally, this was a trial ground for numerous cultivators from the broken universe, where those who passed could enter the Yang world. However, with the arrival of this group of geniuses, the rules were rewritten.

The people from the broken universe felt indignant, feeling underestimated and humiliated by this treatment.

"Shi Fan, please, come this way," Blade King Ling Chen said with a smile, inviting Chu Feng to approach.

"Shi Fan, don't go over there, don't be rash!" the dark-faced Ying Wudi whispered.

"Leave quickly, don't provoke them; you're no match for them," Ying Zixian also transmitted a message, her bright eyes shining and her breath like orchids.

"This is too much bullying!" Ying Xiaoxiao was very angry and indignant.

The Blade King raised an eyebrow, gesturing for Chu Feng to come forward and not flinch.

"What level of cultivator are you?" Chu Feng asked.

"Sub-saint!" the Blade King replied. Indeed, his face still held a hint of youthful immaturity, and he wasn't very old. With naturally white hair, his aura was sharp, like a drawn divine sword.

"Isn't that level too low?" Chu Feng said disdainfully.

Everyone present was speechless. He was actually showing disdain?!

In fact, many among this group from the Yang world were sub-saints and saints, valued for their potential. They had significant origins, astonishing backgrounds, and feared no god-level geniuses.

Being despised? Blade King Ling Chen's white hair fluttered, and his pupils instantly became terrifyingly sharp. He had only been defeated once in his life, by Jin Chuanteng, and he readily accepted that defeat.

He had defeated countless strong opponents in the Yang world and was known as the Blade King, ruling supreme among those who wielded blades!

Yet now, he was despised and disregarded by someone from the netherworld—it was truly intolerable.

"I'm a Saint!" Chu Feng brazenly said, further expressing disdain, inflicting a "second injury."

The Blade King nearly spat blood, suppressing a surge of suppressed anger. He possessed countless Saint-level origins within him, and through special cultivation, he could slay Saints even at the Sub-saint realm!

Therefore, he was utterly cold, staring at Chu Feng, and finally gestured for him to approach.

"What do you mean?" Chu Feng asked.

"Use your laughable Saint-realm abilities to attack me. I'll just stand here and let you make the first move!" Blade King Ling Chen said confidently.

"You said that?" Chu Feng asked with a slight smile.

"Indeed!" the Blade King replied, calm and arrogant.

"Alright!" Chu Feng nodded. Then, he slowly raised his foot, aiming for Blade King Ling Chen's face.

The next moment, he was faster than lightning, lifting his foot and directly kicking.

He was offered a face to kick—why not kick it?!

He was a Divine General, and with a slight display of his abilities, his kick would naturally be spot-on. Even if the opponent had mastered the essence of the blade, refined to its peak, capable of fighting thousands, evading light, and possessing divine techniques, encountering him meant trouble was inevitable.

This kick, indeed, landed heavily on Blade King Ling Chen's face!

Apart from the physical pain, Ling Chen's mood was simply...