Chapter 998: A Cold Sword Light Frightens the World

Two heads of gods flew into the air, soaring side by side, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded and their hair standing on end.

Ying Zhexian turned just in time to witness this scene, her serene yet exquisite face instantly freezing. This was... the slaughter of gods!

After a year's absence, the young evolver from the netherworld, who had endured immense trials and lost everyone dear to him, had astonishingly grown to this level.

No one could believe it; it was too surreal, like something out of a myth!

Everyone who reached this point was an elite, a direct descendant of their respective clans, yet who among them could slay a god at such an age? It was utterly astonishing.

Even the geniuses from the Yang Realm, those god-level prodigies vying for the frigid pond's fortune at the secret realm's end, could not have risen so rapidly. It was simply impossible!

Ordinarily, individuals who achieved godhood at such a young age were exceedingly rare in ancient times, like phoenix feathers or qilin horns, and each had their own unique fortuitous encounters.

Now, a living example stood before them. Was he truly on par with the rare legendary figures of the ancient Yang Realm?

Two divine corpses exploded, a sight more shocking than anything they had ever witnessed. In front of everyone, Chu Feng so simply and swiftly beheaded the gods, sending chills down every spine.

Old acquaintances from the netherworld universe were all petrified. They had once been on the same level as Chu Feng, but now he had truly become a great demon king.

Ying Zhexian’s chest rose and fell slightly, her breath, fragrant as orchid and musk, wafted delicately. She had never imagined Chu Feng could become this powerful.

They were gods, yet Chu Feng slew them with a single, decisive sweep of his sword!

The silver-haired loli, moments ago filled with worry, now darted her large eyes around, overflowing with joy, almost letting out a delighted cry.

Ying Wudi stood motionless, like a wooden figure, his mouth agape, struggling to believe the sight before him.

"He's slaying gods..." Princess Yuanyuan of the Primordial Demon Race murmured, her voice barely audible, her eyes distant and hazy, as if in a trance.

People from the ruined universe gasped in shock, and even those from the Yang Realm felt a tremor in their hearts.

There were more than just these gods guarding the passage; eight were openly present!

Now, with the heads of gods flying, how could they remain seated? They all instantly rose, their divine might immense, threatening to shatter the heavens and tear apart the very fabric of the world.

Each of these individuals glowed with dazzling brilliance. Any one of them possessed enough power to suppress the entire netherworld universe; they were all formidable beings!

Yet, facing Chu Feng, their expressions were grim. They all drew their weapons and immediately sent out urgent pleas for aid.

"Come quickly..."

A god roared, transmitting a message, calling for a God-King to descend.

However, the soul light he emitted burst into fragments in the void, like a dazzling shower of fireworks, scattering and dissipating.

A dense array of runes here crushed his divine sense energy, preventing any message from being transmitted.

"Someone just told me that those who dare to wield weapons against gods will see their nine clans exterminated. Well, now I'm butchering gods, so what will happen?"

Chu Feng's demeanor was cold, yet his hands moved ceaselessly and with incredible speed, boundless ferocity, like a thunderous assault. His sword light, a golden arc like a rainbow or lightning, surged through the clouds, slicing through every obstruction.

"Kill them!"

The remaining gods roared, their bodies radiating light beams that shattered space. Their power was terrifying; had this secret realm not been so exceptional, it would surely have been annihilated.

Yet, despite their luminous displays, unleashed secret techniques, and furious attacks directed at Chu Feng, nothing changed.

One of them manifested a "Heaven and Earth Dharma Form," standing immensely tall, his height unfathomable, perhaps thousands of miles. His colossal black divine body exuded overwhelming majesty throughout the realm.

Yet, it was still futile. When he stomped down with cold, murderous intent, he did not crush Chu Feng into a pulp. Instead, he himself screamed as his protective divine light shattered, and his massive foot, like a collapsing mountain, detached with a torrent of blood, crashing to the ground.

Chu Feng soared skyward and, with a single sweep of his sword, split the colossal body from its brow down the middle, severing it into two halves. The god let out a tragic roar, which abruptly ceased as he crashed down with a thunderous impact, collapsing the ground and spilling blood like a river.

When Chu Feng killed now, he not only destroyed the physical body but also extinguished the soul, ensuring that even gods could not survive.

Even with their life-saving measures, they were no match for Chu Feng at full strength. Their so-called divine talismans and other protective items all shattered into dust, proving utterly inadequate against his absolute power.

*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*

This was the sound of sword light tearing through the void—too sharp, too lethal, utterly unstoppable. From beginning to end, even as Chu Feng spoke, his movements never ceased. Killing intent surged, and his sword light, like a rainbow, carved a path of slaughter.

A web of sword light interwove, and the gods' bodies disintegrated, falling apart.

Under the astonished gazes and horrified minds of some from the Yang Realm, the gods were effortlessly slaughtered.

A red-haired deity, hair disheveled, wielded a great halberd, intent on a desperate fight with Chu Feng. Yet, with a mere flick of Chu Feng's hand and a single sword strike, the halberd snapped, the deity fell, and blood splattered before the passage.

Another gold-robed deity, very ancient and accustomed to dominance, was bisected from the shoulder by Chu Feng’s divine sword. He shrieked as his soul light dissolved into a rain of particles, rapidly annihilating.

A strikingly beautiful blonde female deity lashed out with a long whip, unleashing surging thunder and fire that caused mountains to collapse, the earth to crack, and symbols of order to boil.

However, with a final tragic scream, her thunder-fire divine whip was severed, her body bisected by Chu Feng, and her brow pierced by his finger. With specks of blood, she met a violent end.

This utterly stunned everyone!

Almost immediately upon engagement, all eight deities perished, cleanly slaughtered by Chu Feng.

At this final checkpoint, everyone trembled. What astonishing power! These were gods, yet he simply slew them.

Then, from the shadows, divine generals silently emerged, their dark light surging into terrifying blade energy. Two of them, wielding grim reaper-like scythes, launched a surprise attack on Chu Feng.

However, with a series of *crack* sounds, their weapons were severed. Though they continued to resist, they were no match, instantly being hacked into pieces by Chu Feng, their souls exploding and their forms utterly annihilated!

Over ten gods had perished, swiftly annihilated.

Chu Feng, gripping his dripping divine sword, did not pause for a moment, charging into the passage!

At the last moment, his cold gaze swept over everyone, instantly causing all present—whether from the Yang Realm, the ruined universe, or his old acquaintances from the netherworld—to lower their heads.

Jiang Luoshen was the most stunned. This was someone from her homeland; they shared a connection, and had even once, while intoxicated, shared a bed.

Although it had been merely a fleeting, picturesque moment with nothing truly happening, the impression it left was profound. Now, her old acquaintance's progression utterly surpassed all her expectations.

"Brother-in-law, you must succeed!" the silver-haired loli secretly prayed, clenching her small fists.

Ying Wudi was also very nervous. He knew Chu Feng was attempting to smuggle himself, forcing his way into the Yang Realm.

Ying Zhexian’s breathing quickened, and her exquisite face lost its usual composure. She, too, stared intently at the final checkpoint, shrouded in chaotic energy.

"Hm?!"

Chu Feng decisively retreated from the area. Though he had seen the boundary membrane and remotely sensed the dense, surging Yang energy of the Yang Realm, he had quickly withdrawn.

Earlier, the information relayed by the twelve god-level creatures he had subdued proved correct: there was something peculiar and extremely dangerous here, making him realize that forcing his way through would lead to his demise.

The path ahead was blocked; this was not a safe place, and there was no way to break through.

Chu Feng was decisive; he intended to flee along the original path, seeing no need for further delay.

"Roar!"

With a roar, terrifying silver runes condensed into a beam of light, targeting Chu Feng exclusively.

It was the soft cry of a god-level evolver, their divine sound transforming into a rule—a powerful secret art intended to suppress Chu Feng!

Even though Chu Feng had just sealed the area and swiftly slaughtered a group of gods, he had still been exposed. Who were these individuals approaching from a distance? They were all geniuses!

Some were Saints, some were Reflection-level beings, and some were even god-level evolvers. Most crucially, they were all prodigies from the Yang Realm, possessing the keenest spiritual senses.

Despite the vastness of the secret realm and the great distance, they learned of the incident in the shortest possible time, reacted, and raced towards him.

"Chu Feng, you dare to show your face? Grand Martial Heavenly Venerate is searching for you! Thank you for giving me an opportunity to gain merit!"

This was a god-level genius, confident in his unparalleled strength. He could crush divine generals and was invincible among gods.

Even knowing Chu Feng had just slaughtered gods here, he remained fearless, utterly unafraid. Clearly, he had not yet fully comprehended the situation or Chu Feng's true capabilities.

This individual was indeed very strong, far surpassing the deities who had just perished.

But before Chu Feng, a true mid-stage God-King realm evolver, he was nothing; still not powerful enough!

"Thank me? Heh heh!" Chu Feng sneered. Since there was no way to smuggle himself through, he might as well go on a rampage and cleanse this group of gods and geniuses from the Yang Realm in blood.

"I'll send you on your way. You can thank me properly then!" Chu Feng's voice was chilling. This time, he didn't use his sword; instead, he directly smashed a fist forward.

He unleashed a renowned divine technique from the Yang Realm—the Lightning Fist!

It was too fast, too swift, utterly unavoidable. Chu Feng's golden fist shattered the very air, carrying terrifying energy as it collided with the short dagger in the man's hand.

Metal fragments exploded as the divine dagger was blasted apart by Chu Feng’s punch. Simultaneously, the god-level genius’s arm from the Yang Realm instantly dissolved into a mist of blood.

"Ah..."

He shrieked, and then his body began to disintegrate inch by inch.

Then, Chu Feng’s fist passed through his body, and with a violent tremor, the man exploded, disintegrating into a shower of blood where he stood.

What a sight this was! Old acquaintances from the netherworld, various races from the ruined universe, and even some geniuses from the Yang Realm all felt their hair stand on end, utterly stunned.

"Are these the geniuses of the Yang Realm? Nothing more than this!" Chu Feng stood there, his voice indifferent yet cold, imbued with boundless killing intent.

Not far away, Xiao Ziyun, Jin Chuanteng, the white-robed scholar Chen Han, and others stood frozen like clay figures. Only recently, these saintly geniuses had been arrogant, even scornful of Shi Fan. Now, in an instant, they were shocked to discover that he was a monstrous predator!

Perhaps one could say he was a demon king from hell, daring to slay gods, capable of doing so, and doing so without any restraint!

The group of saints fell silent, unable to utter another word, for there was truly no comparison to the great demon, Chu Feng.

As for the group of god-level geniuses and divine generals, they all drew their weapons, radiating immense energy that surged like tides, like suns burning one after another, preparing to strike at Chu Feng.

"Heh heh, all of you die! I will slay gods and stride across the heavens; who can stop me?!" Chu Feng sneered, gazing down upon the deities.

He was about to unleash a great slaughter, cleansing the gods in blood, a feat destined to shake the great world of the Yang Realm and incur the wrath of certain Heavenly Venerates.