Chapter 887: Attack Until It Bursts

Chu Feng was naturally enraged. The Corpse Race was too overbearing; their last ambush wasn't even resolved, and now they were brazenly proposing marriage to the Quasi-Immortal Race, openly humiliating him and trying to force him out. If that's what they wanted, then he would give it to them!

As for those ancient divine sons of the Golden Age, he would simply smash them!

Thus, he acted directly within Flying Immortal City. A pale golden palm, vast enough to blot out the sky, slammed down, covering nearly half of the firmament, carrying intense gale-force winds.

Many exclaimed in alarm, and quite a few collapsed to the ground. As such a massive hand descended, it felt as if the very sky was falling, causing the void to thunder and tremble violently.

"Who's there?"

The Corpse Race members instantly bristled, all striking out and blasting towards the sky. Four war chariots, in particular, erupted with dazzling beams of light, imbued with order runes.

However, it was futile. Those driving the chariots and the accompanying guards, though powerful and not weak, were now completely suppressed and wilted. Their bodies creaked, on the verge of being forced to the ground.

*Pfft, pfft, pfft...*

Then, in an instant, the chariot drivers and the aggressive, hawk-eyed guards began to disintegrate one after another, tearing apart. A large number of them were instantly killed.

Many shattered directly, utterly unable to withstand the energy impact.

"Retreat!" some survivors yelled.

This was not a power that evolutionaries of their level could contend with; only sub-saints could resist it.

Some scrambled away, their bodies trembling, escaping the calamity and fleeing into the distance.

As for the three sub-saints and Yan Kun, the Corpse Race's strongest divine son, they had already attacked and could not retreat. They had just been proclaiming their prestige; how could they back away now?

However, the next strike was terrifying. Chu Feng, enraged, unleashed an incredibly dreadful energy, a miraculous technique that shook the heavens!

The four war chariots exploded, leaving all four individuals disheveled. Three of the sub-saints coughed up large mouthfuls of blood; though they counterattacked, they were sent tumbling by the massive golden palm.

One of them was even slammed deep into the ground, leaving a large human-shaped crater with streaks of blood.

Yan Kun, the divine son whose reputation echoed through antiquity, was also in a sorry state. This sudden palm strike shattered his war chariot into hundreds of pieces, and the energy burst forth like a miniature sun exploding.

He was sent rolling, crashing through a beautiful spiritual mountain in the city before finally stopping. His black metal armor was cracked in several places, losing its imposing martial aura.

The entire area immediately erupted in an uproar!

This was the Corpse Race, one of the top-ranked powers in the universe, with three sub-saints present, along with a divine son from the ancient Golden Age. Yet, they were all slapped into such a pathetic state, coughing blood and tumbling. Was this defying the heavens?

"Who dares? Get out here!" The Corpse Race's divine son was the first to rise. He was uninjured; his physical body was indeed unbelievably powerful.

Being publicly slapped down turned his face ashen. In an ancient battle, his spiritual will had been shattered by Yaoyao. This time, he had returned, climbing out of the underworld alive, specifically to vent his frustration and cause trouble for Earth's evolutionaries.

He never imagined that his first public appearance would involve being knocked down with a single slap, damaging his formidable image.

The three sub-saints also soared up, standing high in the sky. Their faces were extremely grim; even though they had already wiped the blood from their mouths, they couldn't conceal their discomfiture.

Chu Feng rose, his appearance directly transforming into that of a youth. He appeared as Wu Lunhui, sporting an innocent, harmless expression, and ascended into mid-air.

"It is I, your granddaddy—Wu Lunhui, here in person," he announced his name.

Flying Immortal City covered a vast area, encompassing many mountain ranges, famous peaks, rivers, and cave dwellings. Now, all the experts in the city had been alerted.

Many were speechless. Wasn't Wu Lunhui just Chu Feng?

Others were as excited as if they'd been injected with chicken blood. Wu Lunhui had arrived; things were about to get lively.

"Chu Feng, you devil, so it was you who ambushed us! How dare you show your face? Prepare to be executed!"

A Corpse Race sub-saint spoke, his face cold. Despite having been slapped, he remained fearless.

Of course, deep in his eyes was profound shock. How old was this Wu Lunhui, or Chu Feng, to have already advanced to the sub-saint level? It defied imagination; he was far too young!

Chu Feng said, "Hey, don't talk nonsense. I am Wu Lunhui. Open your dead eyes and look carefully. It is by the grace of my fellow daoists across the cosmic star sea that I am known as Wu Lunhui, the Righteous and Lofty. Don't mistake me; I am no devil!"

*Damn!*

Many scoffed internally, thinking they'd never seen anyone praise themselves so shamelessly. At the same time, some curled their lips; who didn't know he was Chu Feng, two sides of the same coin?

"Enough of your damn nonsense! Wu Lunhui, Chu Feng, you devil, you are one and the same! Don't quibble, and there's no need for more talk. We've already laid down an inescapable net; today, we'll slaughter you!"

In the distance, an old man at the Golden Body level leapt up, pointing his finger towards them, visibly angered.

"A mere ant dares to clamor before me?" Chu Feng said calmly, then with a flick of his hand, he sent a palm strike flying. No matter one's status, the Golden Body level was no longer impressive enough.

*Boom!*

The void shattered. A colossal golden palm print soared forward, descending like a metallic mountain, incandescent and terrifying.

His speed was too immense. Even when two sub-saints successively made their moves, it was already too late to stop him.

With a *thud*, the Corpse Race elder didn't even utter a sound. His eyes wide open, he disintegrated instantly, a mist of blood evaporating from the spot where he vanished.

Chu Feng spoke calmly, "Let me explain. I deeply admire King Chu, who is known for his honesty and kindness. We share a mutual appreciation and are close friends. Therefore, whether you insult him or target me, you should think twice."

A deathly silence fell. Everyone was at a loss for words. Could he really get away with that? His shamelessness was astounding. Did he really think people didn't know they were the same person? Perhaps it was deliberate!

Unexpectedly, the sub-saints did not rush to attack, and even the Corpse Race's ancient divine son restrained himself, cold light glinting in his eyes, concealing murderous intent.

Chu Feng realized they were stalling for time; they must have allied with other forces.

"Wu Lunhui, your domineering manner, killing our clan elder, and ambushing us—it's too arrogant!" a sub-saint said.

"Your Corpse Race came to propose marriage to the Quasi-Immortal Race, intending to humiliate me, and you dare call me domineering and arrogant? You're courting death yourselves, and you still have the nerve to blame me? Are you sick?"

After speaking, Chu Feng immediately unleashed another palm strike, acting again. This time, he directly targeted everyone from the Corpse Race, including the guards, intending to inflict pain first.

There were many Corpse Race evolutionaries in the area, including those at the Golden Body level, and even experts at the Golden Body Great Perfection stage, who served as guards for their clan.

Sub-saints didn't need guards of this caliber, but it was a symbol of status; traveling with Golden Body servants showcased the master's nobility and power.

Now, hundreds of guards cried out, their souls trembling. They simply couldn't withstand Chu Feng's casual palm strike; their entire bodies fractured.

"You dare!"

The three sub-saints, who had been trying to stall for time, and the ancient divine son Yan Kun were forced to act. This time, they were quite vexed. How could they have foreseen that Wu Lunhui, Chu Feng, had actually advanced to the sub-saint level? It defied all logic! How long had he been cultivating? This was truly disruptive!

*Booming!*

The void roared, already torn open.

Though the Corpse Race's sub-saints were doing their utmost to stop him, it was still futile!

Under the terrifying pressure, all hundred guards shattered. They were powerful evolutionaries, yet they met a tragic end here, not a single one remaining.

Chu Feng's control over his power was exquisitely perfect. He didn't affect anyone else or any buildings, causing these Corpse Race elites to disintegrate indiscriminately, their forms and spirits utterly annihilated.

Four torrents of monstrous vital energy surged forth, carrying ocean-like fluctuations. It was the Corpse Race's ancient divine son Yan Kun and the three sub-saints counterattacking together, their fury reaching its peak.

Today, they were too passive and felt extremely aggrieved. Their very first appearance was met with a slap that sent them tumbling away. They were dignified sub-saints!

And now, all their followers had been killed, not a single one remaining. This was equivalent to being slapped across the face and then stepped on!

"I came this time precisely to kill you all!"

Chu Feng attacked, giving them no chance to stall for time. He struck decisively, unleashing a golden fist print as fast as lightning, simultaneously targeting the four masters.

This fist print was astonishing, devastating everything in its path, leaving them utterly disheveled. The vast energy crushed everything; apart from the sub-saints, nothing else remained, and even the void cracked.

*Bang, bang, bang!*

With successive collisions, Yan Kun was sent flying sideways, his hair disheveled, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He had exchanged hundreds of blows with Chu Feng in one go and was actually slightly wounded, which made his expression grim.

He had come from ancient times, revived in this era. Was he to be defeated by someone from Earth?!

"I refuse!" he roared. To him, this was an immense humiliation, and old wounds were being reopened.

"Even if you refuse, you'll grovel before me!" Chu Feng shouted, stepping out mid-air, forcing the opponent to retreat at extreme speed.

Chu Feng instantly turned. His true target was the three sub-saints; killing them first would be relatively easier.

A pale golden fist print covered the front. Chu Feng shattered the secret techniques unleashed by the three sub-saints, directly and firmly suppressing them beneath him.

"What's happening? One person suppressing three sub-saints?" The spectators' hearts trembled. They had long since fled to the distant sky and were utterly shocked to witness this scene.

How old was Wu Lunhui to have achieved such a feat? Both enemies and observing evolutionaries were completely bewildered, finding it hard to believe.

*Pfft, pfft, pfft!*

The three sub-saints coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, unable to resist despite their best efforts. One of them, under the crushing force of the golden fist print, suffered broken arms. Then, as his body was slammed into the ground, he finally couldn't withstand the energy's corrosion. With a *thud*, his body was blasted apart by the fist print.

Of course, the person was not dead and quickly reassembled his body.

Chu Feng followed the path of physical body sanctification. Moreover, his spirit was highly condensed. This kind of physical impact was terrifyingly extreme, specifically prepared to deal with veteran sub-saints.

The other two sub-saints also coughed up blood, blasted beneath the surface and buried deep within the earth.

Yan Kun, the Corpse Race's ancient divine son, let out a long howl, charging from nearby with a Saint artifact, intending to kill Chu Feng and rescue the three.

However, Chu Feng was faster. He wielded the God-Beating Whip, crafted from purple bamboo that grew near chaotic lightning, possessing immense power.

With a *bang*, he blocked the Corpse Race divine son's weapon and sent it soaring towards the firmament. Simultaneously, he activated his own Saint Domain, enveloping the three sub-saints, and surged towards the outer reaches.

"Kill!"

The three sub-saints, holding true Saint artifacts, suddenly unleashed an attack, intending to blast Chu Feng to death.

Chu Feng brandished the purple bamboo in his hand, which emitted a hazy glow, directly snapping their Saint artifact spears. These were top-tier Saint-grade weapons.

"Time to go!" Chu Feng struck to kill!

One sub-saint roared, breaking free from the Saint Domain's embrace, but was still struck by Chu Feng's purple bamboo. He exploded on the spot and, this time, was unable to reassemble, his form and spirit utterly annihilated.

"And you two!"

Amidst sizzling sounds, the purple bamboo glowed, and as Chu Feng swung it, he struck down both of the remaining individuals!

The Corpse Race's ancient divine son was both startled and enraged. He finally held back, turning to leave, because facing Chu Feng, he felt as if he had encountered Yaoyao from back then, a chill spreading in his heart.

"Still want to run?!"

With a flick of his hand, Chu Feng hurled the purple bamboo like a spear, infused with his immense vital energy and spirit, channeling his most powerful attack into it.

The purple bamboo pierced through Yan Kun's body, drawing a large quantity of blood!