Chapter 896: Sage Annihilation

"Get out of the way, son of Juntuo! Don't block our view of the Saint Slaughter Battle!"

Throughout the cosmos, various evolvers voiced their objections, telling Ouyang Feng to move out of the camera's way.

Although many people were filming, the signal was intermittent and couldn't satisfy the desires of those across the star sea who wanted to witness the detailed, intense battle.

On the battlefield, Chu Feng wielded the dripping blood-red Samsara Blade in his left hand and the purple-gold bamboo in his right, emerging like an ancient ferocious tiger. His killing intent was overwhelming; he intended to leave no one alive.

He now chased the skeletal ancient saint of the Corpse Race, relentlessly hacking at him with his blade, eager to destroy the old man immediately.

The terrifying saint of the Corpse Race was now fighting desperately, his entire body emanating black light. His withered old skin shone black and bright like dark gold.

Even when the Samsara Blade struck him, it clanged loudly, sending sparks flying. Sometimes it could slice through, spilling black blood, but at other times, it only managed to cut a small gash.

His immense power was evident!

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

Chu Feng continuously swung his blade, hacking at him over a hundred times in a short period. He also slapped the saint's face dozens of times with the flat of the blade, the resounding slaps echoing loudly.

The most ancient saint of the Corpse Race was furious beyond words. Never had he endured such humiliation, being publicly slapped like this; it was utterly shameful.

He went berserk, his dark-gold old skin erupting with even more dazzling runes. The black light, tinged with crimson, indicated he was burning his vital essence to regain his strength and kill Chu Feng.

At the same time, he roared, "Everyone, attack! If you don't want to die, charge with me! I will teach you a forbidden incantation that can break through these restraints and restore your mobility!"

Veins pulsed on the Corpse Race saint's face, his old, withered, orange-peel-like face now splattered with blood from the Samsara Blade, even his cheekbones shattered.

For him, this was disastrous, an unprecedented humiliation.

Sure enough, as he chanted the incantation, the slow-moving saints began to burn their vital essence, accelerating their movements.

Unfortunately, their power did not surge dramatically; the increase was limited.

"Kill!" Chu Feng's eyes flashed with cold lightning. This time, with just one strike, he cleaved the ancient saint of the Corpse Race, significantly dimming his soul light.

However, the other Corpse Race saints caught up, uniting to prevent Chu Feng from delivering a fatal blow. There were four saints in total from the Corpse Race!

"Die!"

Chu Feng roared. In that brief moment, both the purple-gold bamboo and the Samsara Blade struck one of the Corpse Saints, causing his body to disintegrate. The Samsara Blade continuously shredded him, utterly destroying his form and spirit.

"You!" The ancient saint of the Corpse Race roared in anger. Seizing the opportunity, he had already reassembled his skeletal body and now emitted a low growl, like a vengeful spirit.

"It's not over yet! More killing!" Chu Feng shouted, exerting all his strength. He wielded the treasure among holy artifacts—the purple-gold bamboo—striking another Corpse Saint, who lost half his body.

"Ah..." The Corpse Race expert, who had become a saint in recent antiquity, shrieked, desperately struggling to escape. But in the end, the Samsara Blade severed his head and shattered his soul light.

In mere moments, the Corpse Race lost two saints. The ancient Corpse Saint's eyes turned cold, filled with endless killing intent, but unfortunately, he couldn't unleash his full power in this place.

"Boom!"

The saints, joining forces, began to counterattack. They unreservedly released their vital essence, their bodies glowing crimson as they charged at Chu Feng.

The golden greatsword in the hands of the old tyrant from the Celestial Race was exceptionally sharp. When it struck, Chu Feng felt a surge of pressure. Fortunately, the old man was suppressed, proving himself a top-tier saint who had survived since ancient times.

Sparks flew from the purple-gold bamboo as it parried the greatsword. Chu Feng used his current advantages in speed and strength to push the old tyrant back, then charged towards a newly advanced saint of the Celestial Race.

"Pffft!"

After a brief clash, he directly decapitated this individual, sending the head flying. Then, with a fierce swing of the purple-gold bamboo, he shattered their divine light, utterly annihilating them.

"Mere worthless rabble!"

Chu Feng casually uttered.

As a result, the faces of the group of saints turned ashen, a mix of shock and fury. If not for the restraints, would this little devil dare to speak like that? With so many powerful figures present, they would have long since crushed him into a pulp.

Throughout the cosmos, evolvers who witnessed this scene through intermittent footage were speechless. This devil's mindset was remarkably relaxed; he even had the leisure to make such a remark during an intense battle.

Thousands of crimson feathers flew, like sharp swords, each one bright red and crystalline, shooting towards Chu Feng with formidable power.

These were propelled by Yin Jiuque, who had exerted all his might, losing most of his feathers in the process!

"Yin Jiuque, today I will utterly destroy your group of Starry Sky Knights. You must be the last one, right?" Chu Feng stated.

He had already slain three Starry Sky Knights, leaving only Yin Jiuque.

Amidst the dazzling red light and brilliant sword energy, Chu Feng swung the purple-gold bamboo. Instantly, bolts of lightning burst forth, striking all the feathers, turning them charred black, some even exploding into dust.

"Hum..."

Chu Feng swung the purple-gold bamboo towards Yin Jiuque. With a resounding "smack," half of Yin Jiuque's body collapsed, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

"Ah..." Yin Jiuque shrieked in rage. He was unwilling to accept this fate, trapped before this forbidden zone where such bizarre and terrifying events occurred, his own power severely diminished. He was helpless.

He knew he was likely to be killed. Unable to break free from the restraints, the purple-gold bamboo descended, bringing immense pressure upon him.

Indeed, as the purple-gold bamboo swept down, his head was obliterated. His soul light tried to escape but was struck by the Samsara Blade and instantly disintegrated.

"Hmm, such a large red sparrow. It would be a waste not to make it into a delicacy. Even though only half is left, it's still enough to eat!" Chu Feng picked up the headless, half-body of Yin Jiuque and tossed it into his spatial bracelet. This was saint-level flesh and blood, a great tonic.

"Roar!"

The old saint of the Corpse Race attacked, the expert from the Mechanical Race pounced, and a surviving saint from the Spirit Race wielded a divine blood-transforming banner, launching a fierce assault. The Celestial Race also fought desperately.

Only the three saints of the Demigod Race remained motionless, standing there without engaging. Their expressions were extremely grim, caught between advancing and retreating.

Chu Feng sliced off the Spirit Race saint's neck with one strike, sending a head flying with a spray of blood. Simultaneously, he fiercely attacked the ancient saint of the Corpse Race, using all his strength to severely injure him, sending black corpse blood splattering.

As a result, some of the blood splattered onto the three saints of the Demigod Race. They had not used the Corpse Race's special forbidden method, making their movements inconvenient, and they primarily wanted to remain uninvolved, which led to this embarrassing situation.

"You..." The old woman from the Demigod Race wanted to get angry, but seeing Chu Feng's cold gaze, she closed her mouth.

In fact, Chu Feng paid no attention to the three of them, focusing solely on hunting down the saints in this area, delivering fatal blows and heavy strikes, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Indeed, the ancient saint of the Corpse Race was cleaved open once more by his blade, and the old tyrant of the Celestial Race also had half of his body shattered.

In an instant, saint blood sprayed across the area. The three saints of the Demigod Race had blood splattered on their faces and clothes.

"My divine arts, my peerless combat techniques..." one saint roared in frustration. This battle was too humiliating. They possessed various saint-level abilities, but now they couldn't unleash them. Even the chains of order that burst from their bodies were as weak as willow branches; it was incredibly disheartening.

"Ah..."

A saint from the Mechanical Race was smashed to pieces by the purple-gold bamboo. His soul light fell before the Samsara Blade's edge, rapidly dissolving, and he let out a piercing shriek.

At this moment, the saints present felt a chill run through their bodies. They possessed immense power but couldn't use it, dying one after another, their fates tragic.

The starry sky was silent at this moment. Because, by piecing together the footage many people had captured from the scene, they could reconstruct the details of the battle.

Silence fell across the cosmos. Everyone was dumbfounded, fixated on one person, watching how Chu Feng hunted down the saints.

This scene was too terrifying; the entire cosmos seemed to have fallen silent. What kind of situation was this, where the top figures of various races were so vulnerable? How many had he killed in one breath?

One could see saint blood blooming, a young figure unleashing a massacre, single-handedly aiming to wipe out the group of saints!

Having formidable divine abilities but unable to unleash a single one was what the saints resented the most. Some were unwilling to accept this even unto death, roaring in extreme frustration.

"Pffft! Pffft!"

Blood flowers bloomed one after another as Chu Feng unleashed a massacre. He moved through the crowd of saints, carving a path, and people were torn apart, vanishing from the world.

The saint fall events continued to occur!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After the death of a saint from the Underworld Race, Chu Feng focused on slaughtering the ancient saint of the Corpse Race and the old tyrant of the Celestial Race, as they were the only two remaining on the scene.

During this process, Chu Feng swung his dark-red long blade, striking their heads and faces dozens of times, making them endure the nightmare of being slapped repeatedly.

For individuals of their caliber, being slapped in the face with a long blade was akin to a fatal blow. Both were sent flying by Chu Feng's attacks, soaring like kites, their blood scattering in all directions.

The spectators were utterly dumbfounded, then utterly horrified, a chill running from head to toe!

"You two are thick-skinned. No matter how many times I cut you, you just recover. I refuse to believe I can't actually chop you down!" Chu Feng muttered while relentlessly assaulting them, a dialogue strangely at odds with the scene of splattering saint blood.

Throughout the cosmos, evolvers of various races stared blankly.

"Ancestor!"

"Chu Feng, you devil!"

Related races, such as the Spirit Race, Mechanical Race, Xilin Race, and Underworld Race, had already erupted in chaos. All their saints who had gone to the Great Abyss were annihilated!

People from the Corpse Race and Celestial Race shrieked, for their two great saints were now enduring Chu Feng's final, terrifying onslaught, and clearly, they were faltering.

Then, people watched as the ancient saint of the Corpse Race was literally beaten to death by Chu Feng, sent flying like a ragged sack, his soul light scattered by the Samsara Blade!

He had recovered time and again, but in reality, he had long since expended too much life energy. Now, he finally could not revive!

The purple-gold bamboo descended, also disintegrating his physical body, utterly destroying his form and spirit.

On the other side, the old tyrant of the Celestial Race also had his face battered and shattered by the Samsara Blade. His physical body finally exploded, and his soul light, unable to escape, was cleaved open by Chu Feng's blade, then violently dispersed, ultimately disintegrating completely and vanishing into thin air.

Nearby, the three saints of the Demigod Race were splattered with blood, their bodies cold, standing motionless!