Boom!!!
Beneath the gaze of thousands, the radiant golden fist collided head-on with the withered, ghost-claw-like hand!
A terrifying shockwave rippled outward, and the entire Beast Arena trembled violently!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Chu Feng’s body shuddered as he was forced back more than a dozen steps. Each step left a deep imprint on the solid stone floor. His entire arm churned with surging blood, while a sinister, icy force slipped in through his fist, rampaging through his body.
“Interesting,” Chu Feng muttered, shaking his numb arm. A grin spread across his face, revealing white teeth, yet the fire in his eyes only burned hotter.
Meanwhile, the Yang family elder had only taken three steps back, but his face was filled with shock.
He was a genuine 5th stage Innate Realm expert!
That claw strike should have crushed even refined iron into powder. Yet this mere 1st stage Meridian Opening Realm brat had taken it head-on… and only suffered a surge of blood?
What kind of monstrous physique was this?!
“Courting death!”
Qingniao, who had remained still all this time, suddenly flashed killing intent in her eyes. The soft sword in her hand let out a dragon-like hum as it began to leave its sheath.
“Stand down,” Chu Feng said without turning his head, his voice calm yet absolute. “He is mine.”
Qingniao paused. She looked at his back—no longer merely unremarkable, but towering, as if it could uphold the heavens themselves. In the end, she silently sheathed her sword and stepped back.
“Arrogant brat! Today, I will grind your bones to dust!”
The Yang family elder was completely enraged. With a sharp howl, his True Qi erupted without restraint. His figure blurred into an afterimage as he charged forward again.
This time, both his hands turned into a storm of claw shadows, sealing off every possible escape route.
“Good!”
Chu Feng did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, letting out a thunderous roar as the Divine Demonic Tyrant Body within him erupted at full power!
Boom!
Blinding golden light surged from his body, rising skyward. A savage, ancient, domineering aura burst forth, crushing everything in its wake. At that moment, he seemed like a young god-demon walking among mortals.
He abandoned all defense and met the attack in the most primal, brutal way possible—his fists.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The arena instantly became a battlefield between two human-shaped beasts.
Fists and claws collided with the sound of clashing metal. Each impact cracked the stone floor beneath them, and violent shockwaves tore through the surroundings, carving deep gouges into the spectator stands.
“Fall back!”
“My heavens! Are they even human?!”
The spectators panicked, scrambling backward in terror, afraid of being swallowed by the devastating aftershocks.
At that moment, an invisible barrier silently descended from the dome of the Beast Arena, enveloping the central stage and sealing in all the leaking energy.
At the highest level of the arena, inside the most luxurious private chamber…
A breathtaking woman dressed in palace attire lazily propped herself up. Her phoenix-like eyes shimmered with intrigue as she watched the golden figure below.
“This little one is quite interesting. I wonder which force’s prodigy he is?” Her red lips curled into a playful smile. “Big sister is starting to take an interest in you.”
On the stage, the battle had already reached its peak intensity! You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Chu Feng grew stronger with every exchange. The power of the Divine Demonic Tyrant Body erased all sense of fatigue, and each of his punches seemed capable of shaking mountains.
However, the Yang family elder grew more alarmed with every move.
His Innate True Qi was unstoppable, yet when it struck Chu Feng, it was like sinking into the sea—barely able to tear open a bit of flesh before being instantly repaired by that terrifying vitality!
This wasn’t a fight against a human. It was a life-and-death struggle against an ancient beast wearing human skin!
“Die!”
A flash of madness and resolve crossed the elder’s eyes. Seizing an opening, he roared and lunged forward, pouring his entire lifetime of cultivation into one strike. His withered claw shot toward Chu Feng’s chest like lightning.
He was going to trade injury for life!
However, a strange smile appeared on Chu Feng’s face.
He did not dodge.
He did not evade.
He let the fatal claw strike land directly on his chest!
Rip!
His clothes tore apart as golden light burst forth. The claw, capable of piercing metal and stone, struck his chest—yet it left only five faint white marks, failing even to break the skin.
“How… is this possible?!” The elder’s pupils shrank violently, his worldview collapsing in disbelief.
“Your strength is too weak.”
Chu Feng’s icy voice sounded beside his ear.
In the next instant, a golden fist wrapped in destructive aura expanded rapidly in the elder’s vision before smashing into his chest!
“No—!”
The elder let out a desperate scream.
Boom!!!
The fist landed.
There was no sound.
Or rather, the sound had surpassed the limits of human hearing.
Before everyone’s horrified eyes, the elder’s chest caved inward in a visible arc!
Then…
Splurt!
His back exploded open. A bloody hole the size of a bowl appeared, shattered organs mixed with blood spraying everywhere!
The expression on his face froze. Life drained from his eyes like a receding tide, leaving behind only terror and unwillingness.
He lowered his head to look at his pierced chest, then raised it to look at the blood-soaked youth before him—smiling like a demon. A choking rasp escaped his throat as his body fell backward. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Thud.
A Yang family Innate Realm expert… dead!
Silence.
The entire arena fell into a deathly stillness.
Chu Feng took a deep breath. His body swayed before he dropped to one knee, gasping heavily. His face turned pale, as if all his strength had been drained.
Qingniao immediately rushed forward and supported him.
The entire Beast Arena remained silent.
Everyone stared blankly, like ducks with their throats seized, their minds completely blank.
Yang Tianqi, the third young master of the Yang family, felt as if struck by lightning. His entire body went numb.
That was a 5th stage Innate Realm guardian sent by his father—one of the Yang family’s trump cards! And yet… he had been beaten to death by a mere Meridian Opening Realm brat?!
Meanwhile, supported by Qingniao, Chu Feng slowly walked toward Yang Tianqi.
With every step Chu Feng took, Yang Tianqi instinctively retreated one step, his face turning as pale as paper.
“Go! All of you, go! Stop him!” Yang Tianqi screamed hysterically at the guards around him.
But not a single one dared to move.
They stared at the blood-drenched figure, like a killing god emerging from a pool of blood. Their legs trembled uncontrollably, and they couldn’t even muster the strength to hold their weapons.
Soon, Chu Feng stood before Yang Tianqi.
“Y-you… what do you want?! I’m from the Yang family! If you dare touch me, my Yang family will—”
Yang Tianqi collapsed onto the ground, shrieking with hollow bravado.
Chu Feng said nothing.
He simply raised his foot.
Then, under the stunned gazes of thousands, he stomped it down onto Yang Tianqi’s arrogant face, crushing the rest of his words back into his throat.
“I don’t care if you’re from the Yang family or the dog family.”
Chu Feng looked down at him, his voice cold and disdainful.
“Stop showing off in front of me.”
With that, he didn’t spare the “dead dog” beneath his foot another glance. Turning to Qingniao, he said, “Bring Dali. We’re leaving.”
Just as they were about to leave, the maid who had guided them earlier hurried over. She bowed respectfully, her tone filled with awe. “Young Master, our Pavilion Master wishes to meet you.”
“Meet me?” Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. Our Pavilion Master wishes to befriend you.”
“No need.” Chu Feng refused outright. He had no intention of exposing his identity.
The maid seemed to have expected this. Without pressing further, she handed over a purple-gold invitation. “In three days, the Misty Rain Pavilion will hold a grand auction. Countless rare treasures will appear. Our Pavilion Master hopes you will honor us with your presence.”
Chu Feng accepted the invitation and nodded slightly.
Then, without another word, he left the Misty Rain Pavilion with Qingniao and Dali, not looking back even once.