Chapter 400 – Chu Feng: You Great Sages Are Not Worthy to Be My Opponents
Clang!
Chu Feng casually drew his treasured sword. Instead of retreating, he advanced, slashing toward that palm.
The sword strike seemed utterly ordinary.
No endless rivers of sword qi, no dazzling flashes of light.
Just a plain, simple thrust—yet it pierced the palm as easily as puncturing paper.
The strike finished, and silence fell across the field.
Even the Shi patriarch, still chewing on his melon, froze mid-bite, his jaw dropping as he stared at Chu Feng in the sky.
After a long pause, the melon spurted from his mouth. “This… this is impossible! That… that was a Saint’s attack!”
“There’s nothing impossible about it. That so-called Saint Soul isn’t much—less impressive than that bald old monk from before.”
Cao Youqian sneered, utterly dismissing the Jiuyuan Demon Saint.
Xiao Chen, who had been silent until now, said, “Indeed, not as strong as that monk. Though he reached sainthood, lacking a body means his strength is severely diminished. In my opinion, the real trouble lies in that coffin.”
Cao Youqian rolled his neck, muttering, “I wonder when it’ll finally be our turn to fight?”
“Soon,” Xiao Chen replied, his gaze shifting back to their master.
The shock on the faces of the spectators was no less than the Shi patriarch’s.
Especially the Northern Abyss Sacred Dynasty royals and Shi Xuan’s eight fiancées, who looked on in utter disbelief.
But none were more stunned than the Jiuyuan Demon Saint. He had never expected his move to be blocked by a mere young Great Sage.
Unable to worry about dignity, he bellowed, “What are you all waiting for? Though we may have had grudges in the past, our goals now are the same! Do you truly think this brat will spare your descendants?”
At these words, the five Children of Luck looked grim. They had thought taking Shi Xuan’s fate would be easy.
Never had they imagined his trump cards would terrify even a Saint Soul.
Chu Feng’s lips curved upward. “Old bastard, you’re not stupid. You guessed what I intend.”
“Since that’s the case, I won’t pretend any longer. I’ll be clear—I came here to help Xiaoxuan suppress you so-called Children of Luck!”
Hiss…
Everyone present sucked in a sharp breath.
“Half-Saint Chu, truly the number one Great Sage of this age—how bold!”
“To challenge so many foes at once, even with Saints among them, who else but Half-Saint Chu would dare?”
“To witness Half-Saint Chu’s bearing today, our trip was not in vain.”
Amid the murmurs, a figure appeared behind Senior Brother Zhao.
The newcomer wore a strange black mask and black battle armor, a dark cloak trailing behind him. He held a long black halberd, his entire being radiating murderous intent, as though risen from a mountain of corpses. The moment he appeared, the oppressive aura of a Great Sage erupted.
The Shi patriarch muttered instinctively, “That’s the Northern Abyss Dark Guard commander—Shadow Great Sage, the royal clan’s first executioner. So he serves the Eldest Princess now.”
The nearby cultivators trembled at the name Shadow Great Sage.
In the Northern Abyss, his reputation exceeded most Great Sages—not because he was the strongest, but because he had mastered assassination. Once he set his sights on prey, even Great Sages rarely escaped.
No one knew his true face. No one knew his teacher.
He was shrouded entirely in mystery.
Shadow Great Sage said coldly, “Chu Daoist, you are indeed formidable. But to think you can face all of us alone—that is beyond you.”
Chu Feng chuckled. “Who said I was alone? Besides, you so-called Great Sages aren’t even worthy of being my opponents. Those skulking in the shadows, come out. Others will handle you stray cats and dogs on my behalf.”
These few words ignited the crowd’s curiosity. Just how many powerful allies had the Qiankun Great Sage brought this time?
“Roar!”
A furious cry burst out behind Xue Wentian. A blood-colored dragon slowly manifested before the crowd.
Its presence radiated overwhelming dragon might and reeked of death, as if it had crawled straight from the Nine Hells.
The elder cultivators who saw it looked on in awed reverence.
“That is the Blood Nether Dragon, one of the twelve mounts under the Blood God Sect’s master. I never thought it would serve as Xue Wentian’s protector. It seems the Blood God Sect’s Saint holds him in very high regard.”
Before the crowd could finish their exclamations, a dreadful aura erupted from the magic sword in Long Zaiyuan’s hand. A sword soul materialized before their eyes.
It was indistinguishable from a Great Sage’s soul.
It said nothing, but its appearance alone declared its stance.
At the same time, Bing Yan and the Golden-Winged Great Sage, seated among the Shi family, stepped forward. In the next instant, both appeared beside Chu Feng, releasing the full might of their Great Sage aura.
The cultivators present were not surprised. Everyone knew the Qiankun Great Sage’s dao companion and mount were both Great Sages.
What they most wondered now was whether more experts would appear, their eyes instinctively scanning the surroundings.
“Senior brother, I also want a battle.”
As the arrogant voice sounded, a blazing figure like a burning sun appeared beside Chu Feng.
Chu Feng gave a slight nod. “Very well. I will leave those three Great Sages to you. It will be good practice.”
“Yes.”
The three responded at once. Since duels between Great Sages were rare, none of them wanted to miss this chance to hone themselves.
In the sky, the Mountain-Moving Great Sage looked on, his heart heavy with frustration. How had he been a step too slow, missing such a perfect opportunity?
Now he could only wait to see if any fish slipped through the net for him to train against.
Bing Yan’s eyes fixed on the sword spirit. She said calmly, “My treasured sword still lacks a sword soul. I will forge one with you.”
“What arrogance, girl! I will show you that the might of the Divine Sword cannot be insulted!”
The sword spirit roared. The sword in Long Zaiyuan’s hand broke free of his control and flew toward the spirit.
Bing Yan said coolly, “This is no place to fight. Do you dare to battle in the skies?”
“Why would I not?”
With that, the sword spirit rose higher, and Bing Yan followed close behind.
The Golden-Winged Great Sage turned his gaze on the Blood Nether Dragon, his face alight with excitement. “It has been far too long since I tasted dragon flesh. You will do nicely.”
The Blood Nether Dragon had not once looked away from him, for the bloodline of this roc-born Great Sage stirred its ancestral hatred.
“Hmph, we will see who devours whom.”
“Let’s go.”
The Golden-Winged Great Sage spun eastward, and the Blood Nether Dragon pursued without hesitation.
The Scorching Sun Great Sage looked down arrogantly at the Shadow Great Sage and laughed. “Coward who hides his face, remember well—the one who kills you is the Scorching Sun Great Sage of the Sacred Court of Wendao Academy.”
At the words “Sacred Court,” a flash of shock flickered in the eyes behind Shadow Great Sage’s mask.
But it vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold sneer. “So be it. Today, I shall test the skills of a so-called Sacred Court prodigy!”
His form dissolved into mist and vanished.
“Petty tricks.”
The Scorching Sun Great Sage scoffed, his figure blurring before vanishing as well.
Many cultivators extended their divine sense to follow the two, for chances to witness a Sacred Court genius in combat were exceedingly rare.
Chu Feng glanced at the Jiuyuan Demon Saint with a playful smile. “Old man, it seems your helpers are gone. Shall we have a one-on-one battle between true men?”
The Jiuyuan Demon Saint had not expected Chu Feng to bring such reinforcements. Scowling darkly, he turned toward Chou Qianhen and barked, “Boy, what are you waiting for? Have you not always wanted to kill Shi Xuan? Without your ancestor suppressing him, you will never have that chance.”
Chou Qianhen nodded. “Senior, say no more. I know what must be done.”
He raised his left hand and slit the pulse of his right, chanting clumsy ancient incantations.
Chu Feng made no move to stop him, his expression calm, as if to say: continue your performance.
As the chant echoed, blood flowed from Chou Qianhen’s palm onto the golden coffin. With a grinding crack, the half-opened lid creaked further—until it fully opened…
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