Chapter 901: Clearing Accounts Among the Clans

Xilin Star, with its beautiful scenery and extremely rich spiritual energy, was like a fairyland.

However, today it suffered a calamity; had it not been for the protection of an astonishing force field, the planet might have been destroyed.

Ahead, it was a scorched wasteland; mountains had collapsed, great rivers had dried up, and the land was destroyed beyond recognition. Not a blade of grass grew, leaving a barren expanse stretching for thousands of miles.

On that scorched earth, only a single city remained.

This was a fortress on Xilin Star, where a contingent of troops was stationed. Large banners fluttered as the entire colossal city was interwoven with force fields, glowing with symbols and emanating chaotic energy. This formed an oppressive energy shield that felt suffocating.

"My Xilin clan, glorious since ancient times until today, has never been humiliated like this! We have always been the ones to sally forth! Today, a demon actually came to our doorstep. We will not be humiliated; we will not sit idly by and wait for death. As long as the city stands, we stand; if the city falls, we fall! All of you, activate your energy, awaken the holy city, and together, kill that demon!"

Inside the city, an old commander roared, his entire body emanating a dense aura of blood. He was a Quasi-Saint level expert who had lived for many years and had experienced the ancient war.

Chu Feng was cold and ruthless. He had already destroyed eight contingents of troops, and this was the ninth. While this city was unusually resilient and offered resistance, it could not stop him.

The Xilin clan truly had no Saints defending them anymore. Wei Xilin, Wei Heng, and others had long departed for the Primordial Chaos Universe, and the three remaining Saints had all been slain by Chu Feng outside the Great Abyss.

"Xilin clan," Chu Feng said grimly, "you speak so passionately, as if you are the suffering victims. Have you forgotten how today's outcome came to be?"

His hatred for the Xilin clan surpassed that for all other clans. Originally a clan from Earth, they had ultimately become so insidious and cruel. After their betrayal, they had massacred the Earth lineage with extreme madness, even more fiercely than other clans.

For a very long time, they had been hunting down the evolutionaries who escaped from ancient Earth, wishing to kill every last one and ensure the complete extinction of Earth's descendants.

Because they were traitors, they harbored a deep sense of insecurity, which made them even more cruel than the Celestial Race and the Corpse Race. They hoped to cut off the roots and eliminate future troubles forever.

Furthermore, this clan acted fiercely and was incredibly cold-blooded. For example, Wei Heng, ranked eighth under the starry sky, had cut off the head of his enlightenment teacher, Uncle Ming, and pickled it in a jar, an utterly appalling act.

This was the second strongest expert of the Xilin clan; with such a style, it was natural that many would emulate him.

"Chu Feng, you demon, enough talk," roared the Xilin clan's ninth commander. "My only great regret is not destroying you all at any cost when Earth first revived. How could I have let you grow to this point!"

The Xilin clan's ninth commander roared, blood qi swirling around his body, making him glow crimson. This baleful aura, formed from slaughtering countless people during the ancient war, had remained consolidated even after he became a Quasi-Saint.

"My lads, do you regret this? Are you afraid to die here?" the commander asked loudly.

"No regrets, no fear of death!" many people in the city roared loudly, their voices shaking the high heavens.

Chu Feng's pupils were cold. This clan was indeed as fanatical and fierce as the legends described, while also possessing a cold-blooded nature intertwined with an insidious cunning.

"It's truly laughable," Chu Feng said coldly, "why didn't you have such backbone when facing external enemies back then? After savagely and cruelly massacring your own people, you became resilient. Is this self-hypnosis? Are you fantasizing that you are the victims, the righteous party, resisting invasion and humiliation from foreign races?"

Chu Feng said coldly, not rushing to act.

He continued, "In truth, you are all scum, all dirt. You are destined to be infamous for ten thousand years. Ever since you betrayed Earth, killing even your own kinsfolk just to survive, your clan has already been nailed to the pillar of shame. Everyone in the entire starry sky looks down on you!"

Chu Feng's words peeled open the Xilin clan's wounds. For so many years, while outwardly they had coexisted peacefully with other clans, many clans were in reality unwilling to associate with them, believing them to be too insidious.

Who would confidently associate with people who betray their own race and cold-bloodedly slaughter their own kind? Everyone considered them untrustworthy for deep relationships.

"For all these years, you have been isolated," Chu Feng continued, a look of contempt on his face. "Apart from a few other notorious races like yourselves, who cooperated with you back then and maintained close ties, tell me, does the Xilin clan have any true friends left? Because in the universe, you have long been labeled as malicious, treacherous, cold-blooded, and inherently heartless, loathed by all, avoided like snakes and scorpions!"

"Shut up!" the Quasi-Saint in the city rebuked, his chest heaving. Having experienced the ancient war, it was indeed a period they dared not face.

People like him—who among them had not killed their own kin, who among them had not gone mad? Even when the victor had been decided and the situation settled, they had still felt fear and unease. Bringing up old matters made him furious and ashamed, and a part of his heart bled.

For instance, he thought of his resolute betrayal and the childhood sweetheart who had turned against him, left on Earth. When countless armies eventually surged into Earth, he had seen his first love killed. He was not far, yet he offered no rescue.

"You are the ones who should shut up, you scum worse than pigs and dogs," Chu Feng said coldly. "Ask yourselves, are you even human anymore? Alright, I was just letting off steam. Now, I can end your sinful lives. Go to hell, all of you!"

While speaking, he had been studying the giant city. His Fiery Golden Eyes saw through everything, discerning the flow of the ancient city's force fields.

Finally, Chu Feng personally set up formations, altering the geomantic patterns. As a grandmaster of force fields, he was capable of transforming a defensive holy city into a death trap.

"Ignite it, kill!"

Chu Feng threw out a Saint-grade Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder, activating this death trap. It drew all the primordial energy from tens of thousands of miles around to converge and incinerate the colossal city.

"Ah, what's happening? No, we're on fire!"

The city was full of soldiers; it was essentially a military camp. Everyone began to wail because the entire city had turned into a sea of flames, a death zone.

The fire of the sun had been ignited; golden flames flickered, releasing unquenchable energy.

"The power of the Solar Field is quite good," Chu Feng commented.

On this day, the ninth contingent of the Xilin clan was engulfed in soaring flames that reached into the sky. The city was like a hell, with all soldiers writhing and wailing, a sight too horrible to behold.

"Next city!"

Chu Feng turned and left, because even the Quasi-Saint had failed when trying to break out of the colossal city. He was engulfed by the essence of the sun's fire, howling as he was burned to cinders, body and soul annihilated.

Needless to say, all the other soldiers in the city were utterly annihilated!

This scene, broadcast live, had a profound impact on people. Chu Feng, the great demon, was a ruthless killer. This time, he didn't cleanse the area with Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder, but directly incinerated an entire city's population with a force field, which was even more terrifying.

Unfortunately, Chu Feng searched all over Xilin Star but found no other four contingents of troops. Of the Xilin clan's thirteen contingents, only nine had remained there.

Some contingents of the Xilin clan had already evacuated. The last time Uncle Ming led a group of Saints to raid various clans, the Xilin clan suffered a terrible blow, and a significant portion of their people were transferred to their so-called "second homeland."

Unfortunately, that location was very secretive and had not yet been leaked.

"A bunch of scum hiding in dark corners," Chu Feng sneered. "I'll kill you later!"

Chu Feng sneered, not caring. Having killed nine contingents of troops in a row, much of the malice in his heart had been vented.

At this moment, the Big Black Ox, Old Donkey, Zhou Quan, Northeast Tiger, and others arrived, descending upon Xilin Star.

"Brother, we're here," they exclaimed. "How could we miss out on settling accounts with the Xilin clan!"

A group of great demons arrived, but the Big Black Ox was somewhat furtive, secretly telling Chu Feng that he had brought the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron, which would absorb the planet's essence and vitality.

Chu Feng was stunned for a moment, then pleasantly surprised. He had been dreading how to go to the exotic realm to retrieve the Little Vermilion Bird, knowing that a year's delay here meant a hundred years there—he truly couldn't afford to delay.

However, the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron lacked energy and could not traverse that path.

But now the problem had a turning point; it seemed it could be resolved.

The Big Black Ox quietly released the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron, and it instantly burrowed into the ground.

The next moment, the entire planet trembled. Many famous mountains and great rivers collapsed as energy converged towards the planet's core, disappearing frantically.

"Oh my God, what's happening?" someone exclaimed. "Why do I feel like this star is about to enter an era of declining spiritual energy, with its spiritual energy rapidly decreasing!?"

After a long time, the earth finally became calm. It could be seen that the vegetation in the mountains and rivers had withered, having lost much of its essence.

Although it wouldn't cause the entire planet to enter an era of declining spiritual energy, it was destined to decline for many years!

"Demon Chu... no, King Chu God," someone asked, "are we heading to the Netherworld Clan next?"

Behind him, many people followed, mostly from various broadcasting platforms. They were truly fearless of death, broadcasting with their lives—a truly "heroic and moving" spirit.

"Yes, next stop, the Netherworld Clan!" Chu Feng grinned, revealing perfectly white, brilliant teeth.

However, people across the universe watching this scene all shivered, sensing a surge of killing intent. Especially the Netherworld Clan; the entire clan became tense, everyone's hair standing on end.

Chu Feng, the great demon, was finally coming. Having witnessed the Xilin clan's bloodbath, the Netherworld Clan, from top to bottom, was terrified. With no Saints defending them, who could protect them?

"Netherworld Clan, I'm here! Are you ready?!" Chu Feng roared.

At this moment, the sea of stars trembled. Countless people watched the live broadcast, the entire world's attention fixed on it.

"Haha, let's go!" The Big Black Ox laughed incessantly. "We'll slaughter our way to the Netherworld Clan. One by one, we'll slowly settle accounts with you all!" In his sleeve was a small cauldron, sparkling with crystalline luster, clearly having absorbed a great deal of energy.

The Netherworld Clan braced itself. The entire clan felt almost suffocated; the tragic fate of the Xilin clan served as a stark warning, terrifying many within their ranks!

When the great battle erupted once more, people were dumbfounded: it was actually the Spirit Race. This time, the super wormhole opened directly near the life-bearing planet of the Spirit Race.

Without a word, after Chu Feng broke through the outer space force field, he directly hurled the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron, smashing it deep into the planet's core.

With a boom, the entire planet almost shattered!

If not for the truly abundant underground force field runes, and Chu Feng not truly wanting to destroy a planet, this place would have nearly become ruins, a planetary corpse!

Even so, the famous mountains and great rivers of the Spirit Race suffered severe damage.

Without Saints presiding, and no Heaven-Illuminating level experts stationed there, the ancient large-scale force fields of the Spirit Race could not be activated at all. They could only watch as Chu Feng rampaged in and out, simply unable to stop a grandmaster of force fields!

"God Transformation Blood Banner!" some old monsters inside the Spirit Race roared. However, their strongest were merely at the Quasi-Saint level, utterly no match for Chu Feng.

As for their clan's forbidden weapon, a great killing artifact—the true God Transformation Blood Banner that remained from ancient times—it was now just a remnant. It was directly absorbed by the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron at the planet's core, which considered it a rare treasure, a truly great tonic!

Inside the Spirit Race, battle cries shook the heavens. Chu Feng went on a rampant killing spree, personally slaying twelve Quasi-Saints in one go, plunging the Spirit Race into a bloody storm of sorrow and despair.

He did not target civilians, but he annihilated many experts from ancient families who had invaded Earth during the ancient war, utterly blasting them to pieces.

The Big Black Ox, Yellow Ox, Old Donkey, and others were also fighting, honing themselves and settling accounts with the Spirit Race. Here, they gained immense rewards, capturing several treasuries and seizing the Spirit Race's breathing techniques!

Not until the fierce battle ended and the ground was covered in blood did the people from the broadcasting platforms rush over, reminding Chu Feng that he had once again taken the wrong path; this was the Spirit Race, not the Netherworld Clan.

In the universe, many people were speechless.

Even the Netherworld Clan felt it was utterly speechless. How could they be stood up again?!

"It's fine, we're going to the Netherworld Clan now!" Chu Feng shouted.

Many people in the Netherworld Clan, whose nerves had just relaxed, tensed up again. They felt this was simply the most terrible torture, desperately wanting to ask, "Are you coming or not?!"

Sure enough, at the next stop, Chu Feng still didn't go to the Netherworld Clan. Instead, he went to the Mechanical Star, a giant planet densely covered with steel jungles.

Upon arriving here, Chu Feng was direct, throwing Purple Crystal Heavenly Thunder. The Mechanical Race retaliated, and the most dazzling energy lights erupted between them, illuminating the starry sky.

The Mechanical Race was destined for tragedy because this place became the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron's favorite. The entire planet was made of metal essence, and after it plunged in, it almost drained this powerful star dry, nearly turning the place into ruins.

Standing in space, one could see that the entire planet was cracked, its spiritual energy rapidly drying up, and the ground was barren.

When Chu Feng and his companions left, the Mechanical Star was practically half-ruined!

"King Chu God, you're not going to shout that you're going to the Netherworld Clan again, are you?" asked someone from the Black Blood platform.

Chu Feng hadn't even answered yet when a Quasi-Saint from the Netherworld Star roared across the starry sky, "Chu Feng, you great demon, are you f***ing coming or not?!"

The clan was truly on the verge of a breakdown. Time and again, their nerves were constantly stretched taut; it was too much torture. It would be better to just have a fierce battle; constantly being on edge like this felt even worse!

"I'm coming to kill you right now! Wash your necks and wait for me!" Chu Feng communicated through the void.

However, when he reappeared, people were in an uproar: he was actually at Flying Immortal Star, still not the Netherworld Clan.

"Disgraceful! He's deliberately torturing us!" The entire Netherworld Clan was extremely agitated, both shocked and angry, and even more frightened and terrified. They felt that Chu Feng's delayed arrival was even more terrifying than if he had attacked immediately.

However, the Quasi-Immortal Clan was even more nervous than them.

What did this mean? How had Chu Feng, the great demon, arrived here? The entire Quasi-Immortal Clan was filled with unease and extreme tension.

Flying Immortal Star was their territory. It had a teleportation force field, the only passage to the Quasi-Immortal Clan's home planet; only by passing through here could one reach their clan.

"Chu Feng, are you here to visit our clan?" A Quasi-Saint personally appeared. Although he was smiling, he was actually very nervous inside.

Another Quasi-Saint came out and said, "Actually, we don't oppose your marriage to the Banished Immortal. Over eighty percent of the clan agrees. There was just a slight misunderstanding before; please don't overthink it."

The entire starry sky fell silent. When the great demon Chu Feng arrived, even the Quasi-Immortal Clan was going to kneel and was terrified? They actually bowed their heads and surrendered! What kind of pace was this? Were they going to marry off a daughter for peace?!

"What do you mean by this?" Chu Feng said. "I'm just passing by here."