Chapter 995: Doubting Life

Ling Chen was in a terrible mood. He told the native of the underworld to make the first move, to attack him at will. However, the opponent was truly merciless and fierce, knocking him down with a single kick!

What's more, the kick landed squarely on his face. He coughed blood, flew backward, screamed, and crashed to the ground!

This was utterly humiliating, making him feel incredibly foolish. It was as if he had practically begged for a kick to the face!

Only then did he feel the pain. His entire face was distorted; his cheekbones, nasal bone, and jawbone were shattered. Tears streamed down his face, and blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

"Aow!"

Everyone heard him let out a desperate cry. It didn't sound human, more like an injured beast, with a chilling undertone.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Needless to say, the geniuses from the Yang Realm were completely caught off guard. Seeing Sword King Ling Chen knocked down by a single kick, spewing blood, seemed almost unreal.

Even the people from the shattered universe were stunned. Ye Hao's senior brother was truly brutal, clearly cut from the same cloth. Neither of these brothers had ever been defeated when facing a genius from the Yang Realm.

The silver-haired loli was speechless. Shi Fan was far too direct, simply kicking the man right in the face. It was truly… exhilarating.

Jiang Luoshen, Jin Lin, Ying Wudi, Ying Zixian, Yuan Yuan, and the others were also speechless, finding the scene truly "unconventional."

Xiao Ziyun, the white-robed scholar Chen Han, and others remained impassive, with nothing to say.

Jin Chuanteng's face twitched with displeasure. Sword King Ling Chen was someone he had personally subdued, his top general, and to see him kicked away with a single blow was unacceptable.

Ling Chen's face was a bloody mess. He roared, desperate to tear Shi Fan apart, feeling utterly humiliated.

Chu Feng spoke, "Stop shouting. You're one realm below me, after all, so taking a kick from me is perfectly reasonable."

Oh! Ling Chen was nearly driven to death by anger. Normally, in the Yang Realm, he could conquer opponents of higher rank and even slay saints, as his flesh and blood contained multiple saintly origins.

Chu Feng continued, "My apologies, that kick was a bit heavy. But then again, you did ask me to kick you."

This was practically a second insult, infuriating Ling Chen to the point of stomping his feet.

Ling Chen desperately wanted to correct him. He had merely suggested the opponent make the first move, but now, the way the opponent phrased it, the meaning had completely twisted.

"Kill him!" Jin Chuanteng commanded.

Ling Chen, feeling personally humiliated, allowed his body to glow and the void to resonate. In an instant, his facial flesh reshaped and his bones regenerated, fully restoring him.

He held a long saber. His title, Sword King, naturally stemmed from his mastery of divine techniques within the art of the saber!

The dark swamp was instantly enveloped by a cold, sharp light as the Sword King unleashed his fury!

"Hold on, you were the one who asked me to kick you," Chu Feng repeated, a third insult.

Immediately after, he quickly added, "Do you feel your power is too weak, and you're afraid to let me make the first move if you're going to fight me to the death?"

As he spoke, he wore an expression of disdain.

Ling Chen seethed internally. This was truly taking them for granted, utterly shameful and detestable. When did the natives of the underworld become so arrogant as to openly disdain the geniuses of the Yang Realm?

They had assessed the situation: normally, the arrival of Yang Realm geniuses would be enough to intimidate their counterparts in the underworld; encountering an equal opponent should be impossible.

Now, he was being scorned repeatedly, which was intolerable!

"I still say you can make the first move! Come on!" Sword King Ling Chen was indeed furious. In a fit of rage, he coldly shouted.

"Excellent!" Chu Feng agreed a little too eagerly.

Ling Chen's nose was almost crooked with anger. The other party actually dared to agree and even looked excited, as if preparing to take easy advantage, like squeezing a soft persimmon.

This time, he was prepared, holding his saber, ready to cleave his opponent at any moment. He wouldn't give the other party another chance.

"Here it comes!"

Chu Feng shouted, then decisively landed another kick, a flying kick that slammed into its target with a thud. His shoe sole made intimate contact with the opponent's face once more.

Sword King Ling Chen's face distorted, "blossoming" completely under the impact and pressure of the kick. His bones fractured, and he fell backward, spewing blood, flying through the air, and finally collapsing into the mud.

All around, everyone was dumbfounded. He was knocked down again with a kick, and right to the face!

At that moment, Sword King Ling Chen was so dazed he forgot the pain, starting to question his very existence. He had held his saber, ready to strike at any moment, yet he was hit again, failing to connect with the opponent's foot and instead getting another kick to the face!

"Arghh!" he screamed, utterly unable to bear it. He rolled out of the mud, a brilliant saber light flashing, and slashed towards Chu Feng, now completely enraged.

"You're not playing fair!" Chu Feng shouted.

Upon hearing this, Sword King Ling Chen wanted to curse. He had truly been "ridden roughshod over," and now he was being told he wasn't playing fair.

"Boom!"

With one saber slash, the void tore open, and the mud boiled!

This was a ruin, and beneath the mud lay fragments of laws and runes of order. Otherwise, the entire area would have been utterly destroyed.

Chu Feng shifted his body sideways, dodging. His fist enlarged, and with a bang, he punched the opponent's face again with incredible speed.

Because he was a Divine King, even when suppressing his realm to display only Saint-level energy, his speed was beyond Sword King Ling Chen's ability to evade.

Not long ago, Chu Feng had undergone tribulation, becoming a mid-stage Divine King. This comprehensive self-improvement truly set him apart.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Sword King Ling Chen was relentlessly pummeled, his bones shattering into fragments. This was only because Chu Feng deliberately held back; otherwise, a single finger would have been enough to kill him.

A Divine King effortlessly crushing a Sub-Saint was simply not a battle of comparable magnitude.

Many were moved, including the stunned geniuses from the Yang Realm. How could this group of arrogant evolvers from the Yang Realm be so utterly humiliated?

This was somewhat inconceivable.

"Thud!"

When Chu Feng delivered another punch, Sword King Ling Chen's bones shattered throughout his body. He collapsed, paralyzed, his face a mix of shock and disbelief.

He truly began to doubt his reality. How could a native of the underworld, even a top-tier prodigy cultivating in a shattered universe where the understanding of order was inherently flawed, actually suppress him?

His expression was one of utter bewilderment, filled with anguish.

Chu Feng spoke grandly, "Do you know what kind of boxing this is? It's the Flowing Light Lightning Fist, heralded as the fastest divine fist in the universe. When it comes to speed, your saber is no match for my fist."

In a lecturing tone, he added, "You are merely a Sub-Saint. Compared to a Saint like me, you are naturally far inferior, and your defeat is only to be expected."

Sword King Ling Chen felt an agonizing pain in his heart, truly stung. In the Yang Realm, he could slay Saints and fight across realms, yet here in the underworld, he was lectured and defeated. How could he possibly bear such humiliation?

Jin Chuanteng could no longer bear it. How could he tolerate a native of the underworld acting so brazenly, especially by humiliating his top general?

Just as he was about to speak, Chu Feng glanced at him with disdain and said, "You're not a Sub-Saint too, are you? Go stand aside; you're no match for me."

The group of Yang Realm geniuses: "..."

They were quite surprised, even astonished. To be despised and scorned in return felt utterly wrong.

"Half a year ago, I became a Saint!" Jin Chuanteng said, looking at him coldly, clearly wanting to add, "You can't even discern my cultivation level, and you dare to boast so shamelessly?"

"Only a Saint for half a year? What kind of threat can you truly pose?" Chu Feng's posture and tone were entirely condescending.

Jin Chuanteng's golden blood surged within him, his entire body appearing as if forged from gold. His face was grim, radiating natural authority without anger. The void resonated, and flowers of order bloomed around him, exceptionally brilliant.

"Many of you here are just Sub-Saints; you're quite weak, aren't you?" Chu Feng taunted, aiming his insult at all the Yang Realm geniuses.

The white-robed scholar Chen Han had a faint smile on his face and was about to speak, but Chu Feng fixed his gaze on him first, saying, "What are you smiling about? I could take ten of you on at once!"

Everyone was speechless. Such bragging; was he trying to imply he possessed the power of nine phoenixes?

Xiao Ziyun, whose grace and demeanor were rarely seen in the world.

Standing 175 centimeters tall, she was graceful and slender, with astonishing curves and a flawless, dreamlike face. Now, her shimmering purple eyes stared at Chu Feng. How dared he provoke her like this?

"Everyone, mind yourselves and go cultivate properly. Don't be arrogant; remember, there's always someone stronger, and always a higher heaven," Chu Feng said, then turned to leave.

"Still think you can leave? Stand right here!" the white-robed scholar Chen Han shouted.

Jin Chuanteng, even colder, blocked his path without a word, ready to deliver a killing blow.

The other geniuses also showed coldness and mockery. Provoking the Yang Realm's forces like this, did he really expect a good outcome?

"What, still want to fight me?" Chu Feng asked, his head held high, completely unconcerned as he continued to walk away.

The white-robed scholar Chen Han sneered, "You're the chicken we'll kill to warn the monkeys. It's laughable that you still think you can leave alive!"

"Leave your life behind!" Jin Chuanteng declared, his voice cold as if pronouncing a sentence.

"Anyone else want to fight me? Step forward! I, Shi Fan, will take on all of you alone!" Chu Feng shouted loudly.

"End this quickly!" Even Xiao Ziyun couldn't contain herself. She urged the white-robed scholar Chen Han to act. What was the point of keeping this person alive? Just kill him.

"Is there anyone else who wants to fight me, who dares to lay a hand on me?" Chu Feng shouted, his words a genuine provocation, openly defying the group of Yang Realm geniuses.

Naturally, a group of people responded.

"I will!"

"Just a mere Yin spirit; kill him!"

"What's the point of keeping him alive? Slash him!"

A group of young super evolvers from the Yang Realm sneered, openly intent on eliminating Chu Feng.

Even Xiao Ziyun's gaze turned cold as she fixed on Chu Feng.

"Come on, come on, come on! I, Shi, will fight you all for three hundred rounds! Come at me, all of you!" Chu Feng challenged.

"Destroy him!" Some faces turned grim.

In an instant, many people pressed forward. Though they had initially disdained to join forces, believing one person would be enough, now a large number were advancing.

"Since that's the case, everyone, prepare for a divine experience!" Chu Feng said softly.

He grabbed two large handfuls of Purple Crystal Divine Thunder and threw them all out before he even finished speaking.

"Purple Crystal Divine Thunder, Saint-level—no, damn it... it's Manifestation-level!" someone cursed angrily, wanting to devour Chu Feng alive.

The entire area was on the verge of utter annihilation as the Purple Crystal Divine Thunder rained down, erupting in wild explosions.

Had the swamp not possessed special, powerful runes, this entire area would have been obliterated.

"Ah!"

Immediately, widespread screams erupted.

Not to mention the others, even Xiao Ziyun, Chen Han, and Jin Chuanteng wished they could disappear, but they were all engulfed by the lightning.

"Goddamnit!" someone cursed, swearing loudly, realizing their demise was imminent.

In the distance, Hong Xuan, Fei Ling, and others' faces twitched. Witnessing the scene and the Purple Crystal Divine Thunder, they truly didn't want to remember it. They felt Ye Hao's senior brother was utterly shameless; clearly, the two brothers were indeed cut from the same cloth!

Evidently, Xiao Ziyun, Jin Chuanteng, Chen Han, and the other geniuses from the Yang Realm were all hit, signifying a major crisis.

"Who else wants to fight me?" Chu Feng shouted amidst the lightning, then added, "My apologies, I've knocked everyone down. I am invincible; there are no more opponents!"