Chapter 997: Chu Mo Slays the God

"Chu Feng is here." It was just a simple sentence, not loud, yet it struck those nearby like a thunderclap. Everyone spun around, utterly astonished, staring at the spot with incredulity and trepidation.

The silver-haired loli's face was filled with terror. Her sister had, after all, uttered those very words.

"Sister... please don't scare people. This kind of joke isn't funny at all," she tried to say calmly, struggling to compose herself.

However, she saw Ying Zhexian's unwavering resolve, and her characteristic calm and indifference.

"Sister!" The silver-haired loli transmitted a message, secretly trying to dissuade Ying Zhexian and change her mind.

But Ying Xiaoxiao knew her sister always had a strong will. While she appeared ethereal and otherworldly, like a celestial being on ordinary days, once she made a decision, it was incredibly difficult to sway her.

Furthermore, she knew Ying Zhexian was an exceptionally rational person.

One might even say Ying Zhexian's rationality sometimes bordered on coldness. To put it another way, she was detached from worldly affairs, transcendent and ethereal... almost heartless.

Her indifference could be quite chilling at times.

At the same time, Ying Xiaoxiao was well aware of her sister's capabilities. With effortless grace, she had once made even the most arrogant elders in their clan bow their heads, all without showing any trace of exertion.

Ying Xiaoxiao knew her sister possessed formidable methods, never hesitating to be ruthless when necessary. Outsiders could scarcely imagine this other side of the peerless, exiled immortal.

Ying Zhexian's emotions remained unruffled. She was very calm, not looking at her sister, but staring at Chu Feng with a cool, distant gaze.

"Sister!" The silver-haired loli was on the verge of tears, secretly communicating with her, rapidly transmitting messages, relaying various details, and trying to persuade her sister not to do it.

"You don't understand!" Ying Zhexian replied coolly.

"How can I not understand? I know you're rational, calm, and plan far ahead. But can't I just ask you this once? Don't be so rational, don't be so calculating. Just pretend you didn't see anything! Why did you have to announce that Chu Feng is here? You two were... so good together in the foreign land!"

The silver-haired loli argued with her sister in secret, her emotions intensely agitated and somewhat out of control.

She knew that even if her sister had cooperated and tried to conceal or "explain" the situation, it would still be difficult to hide it from everyone present.

Nearby, Ying Wudi stood petrified, his face rigid.

Is it really Chu Feng? Everyone else also looked over, staring at the spot. The news was out and couldn't be undone.

Chu Feng looked at Ying Zhexian, who stood as beautiful as a painting, a woman as exquisite as a flower.

Ying Zhexian was truly stunning, ethereal like a celestial being. Her cool demeanor only enhanced her graceful and peerless beauty, making her seem above the mortal world. She was tall and slender, perfectly proportioned, and stood poised and elegant.

Her silver hair flowed freely, her beautiful eyes sparkled with intelligence, her nose was elegantly upturned, and her red lips revealed pearly white teeth. She truly embodied an exiled immortal.

Chu Feng had always known that her self-control was extraordinary, and she was calm and decisive, surpassing even Ying Wudi, the nominal successor of the Ying family. Her rationality and composure made her far from simple.

Chu Feng had sensed this in the foreign land. Initially, Ying Zhexian was the one who proposed joining forces with Daoist Jinlin, Buddhist Son Shi Hong, and others to encircle and annihilate Chu Feng; her methods were truly formidable.

Today, her sudden accusation left Chu Feng silent. After a moment of contemplation, he understood many things.

"Clang!"

Chu Feng drew his sword. Divine light pulsed from it as its sharp golden tip advanced towards Ying Zhexian.

With a hum, a golden light erupted around Ying Zhexian. It was a divine-level rune, emanating from an amulet gifted by a deity, which she wore on her chest.

This was a divine-grade treasure, capable of blocking attacks from divine-level evolvers.

Moreover, the light from this divine amulet also enveloped Ying Wudi and Ying Xiaoxiao, carrying them along as they were flung backward.

"Feeling fearless, are we?" Chu Feng uttered only these few simple words, unwilling to say more.

With a hum, he held his golden battle sword and lightly sliced through the golden light. With a soft clang, the divine amulet was effortlessly cut into two halves.

At the same time, throughout this process, he made no attempt to conceal himself. His long, black hair cascaded down, his true face emerged, and his body appeared tall and strong, his skin as clear as jade.

"Chu Feng, is it really him?!" Familiar faces from the Netherworld, such as Daoist Jinlin and Buddhist Son Shi Hong, recognized him immediately.

In the distance, Yuan Shicheng, Yuan Yuan, and others were also dumbfounded. It truly was the Great Demon Chu; their old acquaintance had transformed into Shi Fan to arrive here. This was simply astounding!

They had been brought here by people from the Yang Realm, traversing the Sea of Chaos.

How did Chu Feng get here? Could he, alone, also appear in the shattered universe?

Furthermore, what had they just witnessed? Chu Feng had severed a divine-grade amulet with a single sword stroke!

"He's holding a divine sword!" someone exclaimed, seeing the extraordinary nature of the blade and naturally assuming it was the source of Chu Feng's power.

Otherwise, no one would believe he could split a divine amulet with one strike.

Only a weapon of that caliber could achieve such a feat!

Chu Feng stood valiantly, but also with anger and a hint of melancholy. To be exposed publicly by Ying Zhexian in such a manner ignited an uncontrollable rage within him.

Although he had considered many possibilities and outcomes, he still felt profoundly uncomfortable and somewhat bitter.

He was a resolute and decisive man. In an instant, he cast aside all complex emotions, severed any lingering sentiment, and his gaze turned icy cold.

The golden sword tip extended forward, touching Ying Zhexian's glabella, resting against her pristine white forehead. A drop of blood already welled and rolled down from that spot.

"No, please, Chu Feng, I beg you, spare my sister, don't kill her!" the silver-haired loli cried out, weeping as she blocked his path.

Her small face was contorted with pain. She hadn't wanted her sister to expose Chu Feng, yet she also couldn't bear for Chu Feng to directly kill her sister.

Faced with such a predicament, her delicate and perfect little face crumpled. She was conflicted and heartbroken, powerless to change anything.

"Chu Feng, I'm sorry!" Ying Wudi spoke, his face filled with bitterness. How could he have foreseen such an event? He stood in front, grasping Chu Feng's sword with his hand. Blood dripped as his finger bones were instantly cut and severed.

"Brother-in-law, please don't kill her, I beg you..." the silver-haired loli pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

The sword vibrated slightly, pushing Ying Zhexian back without further harming her, and also forced Ying Xiaoxiao to retreat.

Chu Feng's long sword, still pointed at Ying Zhexian's glabella, rested there as he softly muttered, "I truly didn't expect this!"

For something like this to happen, unless there was one specific possibility, Chu Feng would never forgive this betrayal.

However, he was unwilling to dwell on it further. It was Ying Xiaoxiao's distraught and childlike face that made him abandon his killing intent. With a cold flick of his sword, he pushed Ying Zhexian away. Her glabella was bleeding, but she was not gravely wounded.

Chu Feng turned and left, heading directly for the exit of the Yang Realm passage.

"You are no match for them. Those from the Yang Realm are invincible; you cannot defeat them," Ying Zhexian stated calmly and indifferently.

"Chu Feng!?" A deity guarding the Yang Realm passage spoke, looking over with a cold gaze.

The passage was guarded by multiple deities. They had been watching coldly, but out of a sense of restraint, they had not intervened immediately, merely observing from above.

Now, Chu Feng had actually approached them willingly. Even though they were eager and excited to complete the task assigned by the Heavenly Venerate, they remained silent for the moment.

"Who says I can't kill people from the Yang Realm?!" Chu Feng retorted coldly, shooting forward.

At that moment, the demon-revealing mirror hovering near the exit began to glow, casting its light upon Chu Feng. It confirmed his identity, showing that he was indeed Chu Feng!

With a single stroke, Chu Feng split the precious mirror, which fell to the ground in two pieces with a clang.

The area erupted in commotion. Old acquaintances from the Netherworld Cosmos could barely believe it was Chu Feng, and that he was so overwhelmingly powerful!

At the same moment, the people of the shattered universe were also stunned. Some had heard tales of Chu Feng, passed down by word of mouth, and were now deeply shocked.

This young man, who had fought his way alone from the Netherworld to reach this place, dared to challenge those from the Yang Realm?!

"Presumptuous!" one of the guardian deities of the passage bellowed, a cold rebuke laced with majesty and disdain. The native from the Netherworld they had been diligently searching for had actually appeared and even dared to wield a sword against them. He was simply seeking death.

In their eyes, Chu Feng had exposed himself and was now irrational, throwing himself away, foolishly attempting to fight them to the death. He clearly had no idea of the immense gap in power, nor did he value his own life.

"No, I think *you're* presumptuous!"

Chu Feng strode forward with meteor-like speed, instantly closing the distance and slashing his sword.

"Foolishness! Anyone who dares to raise arms against a deity will see their entire nine clans annihilated!" The deity declared with even greater majesty, extending a massive silver hand to suppress Chu Feng.

"Pfft!"

Chu Feng did not hesitate. With a single swing of his sword, he severed the silver divine arm with a wet thud, sending divine blood splashing and shaking the void.

"Ah..."

The deity screamed in agony. How could he have known that his secret art, intended to directly suppress Chu Feng, would be so easily negated, and one of his arms severed?

He sprang to his feet, no longer able to sit calmly, much less maintain his composure or dignity.

In an instant, the deity unleashed his strongest divine art, intending to kill Chu Feng and fight him to the death.

However, a cold flash of the sword illuminated the secret realm. With a wet slice, Chu Feng's sword not only shattered the deity's secret art but also sent his head flying.

In a flash, the body of the divine-level evolver from the Yang Realm and his severed head disintegrated inch by inch in the void.

"Ah..." he cried out in terror, but it changed nothing.

In an instant, the nearby deities sprang to their feet, shocked and terrified. What incredible power! To slay a god with one sword stroke! He must be at least at the peak of the Divine General realm!

They hadn't yet realized that this was a Divine King, and one who had reached the mid-stage, looking down upon them all.

Behind them, Ying Wudi was petrified, Ying Xiaoxiao's mouth hung open in an 'o' shape, and everyone else stood like statues, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Especially Daoist Jinlin, Yuan Shicheng, Yuan Yuan, and other individuals from the Netherworld were overwhelmingly shocked. It was Chu Feng; in just one year, he could now slaughter gods!

Ying Zhexian had not initially faced the battlefield, but had her back to it. Now, sensing something amiss, she slowly turned to look at the fray.

Pfft! Pfft!

With each swing of Chu Feng's sword, a divine head flew into the air. As he unleashed two consecutive strikes, two deities roared, their bloody heads soaring into the sky!

"I am Chu Feng!" he declared coldly.

Qidian has organized an author salon, and I don't have any saved chapters. So, even after my full recovery, I'm only able to publish one chapter a day. Normal updates will resume after the event concludes.