The silver flames on Chu Feng's forehead throbbed as though a god had awakened. That area was incomparably glaring and dyed his entire body with a layer of divine radiance.
"Kill!"
He roared and rushed over with a single step. A portion of the silver flames on his forehead flew out. That was the purest form of spiritual energy, burning the half-foot-long golden weasel to ashes.
The weasel let out a wretched cry and ran towards the Mount Pan Ancestor, smashing into his skull.
Boom!
Chu Feng followed up with a punch, sending the Mount Pan Ancestor flying with a splitting headache. His body was full of cracks and blood splattered everywhere. He was on the brink of disintegration.
The Mount Pan Ancestor suffered a spiritual backlash and was in incomparable pain. The killing move he had obtained after severing his second shackle had actually lost its effect and he had to bear the bitter consequences.
Clang!
The worst part was that his spiritual energy had suffered a setback, causing the scarlet flying dagger circling around him to lose control and fall to the ground. It could no longer protect him.
Chu Feng put away the black dagger and walked forward in large strides. At this moment, his forehead was glowing and his spiritual energy was brimming. Within his body, there was a terrifying king level power.
The outcome had been decided!
Following Chu Feng's punch, the Mount Pan Ancestor let out a blood-curdling scream as he was sent flying over 20 meters away. He crashed into a stone wall and his whole body was embedded into the mountain, causing cracks to appear on the wall.
"Young man, how about we stop here? I can make it up to you. "The Mount Pan Ancestor admitted defeat and struggled free from the mountain wall. His body was in intense pain and his mouth was full of bloody foam.
"Killing you will be enough to make it up to me." Chu Feng calmly said. He had come here to flatten the mountain and destroy the stronghold. He wanted to establish his might by killing an entire clan and warning those who had vainly tried to harm his parents.
"You should know that I am a member of the Peacock King's alliance," the Mount Pan Ancestor said. Although he had lowered his stance, there was still a vague threat in his words.
Chu Feng pressed forward in large strides, surging with killing intent. "You dare threaten me? Who cares about the alliance? Even if the Peacock King is here, I will kill you all the same! "
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, he took a step forward and soared into the sky. He traversed a distance of two hundred meters and arrived in front of them. It was no different from flying.
The ancestor of Mount Pan roared as his eyes blossomed with a golden light. He didn't hesitate to burn his king level blood. The mysterious energy released from his body after severing his shackles boiled as he fought with all his might against Chu Feng. As long as there was a sliver of hope, he would persevere and find an opportunity to escape.
Even though Chu Feng had the absolute advantage, he did not relax at all. Instead, he gave it his all. He had already displayed the Demon Ox Fist that he was most proficient in, and a terrifying might was emitted.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
This was a direct clash between two king level entities. Chu Feng's fists were incomparably tyrannical, and the ancestor of Mount Pan was unable to withstand it. Numerous cracks appeared on his body, and it seemed like he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
Puff!
Chu Feng struck out with his fist. The old weasel's arms were numb from the impact and he couldn't lift them up. His chest was left wide open and then caved in. With a 'pu' sound, blood splashed out. His chest had been pierced through.
"Ao …"
The ancestor of Mount Pan suffered heavy injuries and was sent flying dozens of meters away. When he landed on the ground, he had transformed into a golden weasel. He had been beaten back into his original form by Chu Feng.
Compared to the other beasts, he wasn't very big, only five feet long. His entire body was suffused with a golden luster, as if he was cast from gold. His eyes shone like little suns.
He had a premonition of impending death and went all out to fight with Chu Feng. At this moment, his primal instincts had become even more powerful.
Abandoning everything else, the old weasel's strength increased explosively. He threw caution to the wind and released a spiritual attack.
"Ao …" He transformed into a beam of golden light and moved with extreme speed to engage in a fierce battle with Chu Feng.
Chu Feng was on high alert. A trapped beast was the most dangerous. He circulated his special breathing technique, and even his spiritual body was breathing. The silver flame on his forehead was pulsating intensely.
He blocked the pervasive spiritual attack, and his fists glowed with a mysterious energy as he punched forward.
Thump, thump, thump …
The old weasel couldn't take it anymore. Even though he was going all out, he still couldn't block the god-like young man. That terrifying strength sent him flying.
Chu Feng held the absolute advantage. He advanced step by step, crushing the beast king along the way until he was sent flying like a scarecrow. Meanwhile, his fists were glowing like the sharp horns of the Demon Ox King, unstoppable.
Pfft, pfft, pfft …
During this short period of time, Chu Feng had already punched out six or seven bloody holes on the old weasel's body. All of them were caused by his fists, and some of them went straight through!
"Ah …" The old weasel let out a blood-curdling screech. He had never been so miserable before. He could feel death approaching.
"How is this possible?!" He roared. He was extremely unwilling. He had abandoned everything and fought with all his might, but he still couldn't block this demonic god-like young man.
One had to know that he was a beast king with two severed shackles. He could release an even more terrifying and mysterious energy. By right, he should be far superior to this young human king.
But now, not only was he not a match, the gap between them was too great!
At the beast king level, every time he severed a shackle, his strength and speed would increase sharply, and he would undergo a super evolution. This was an extremely terrifying aspect. Add to that the divine abilities he had obtained, the beast king was even more tyrannical than before.
The old weasel had severed two shackles, which meant that he had undergone one more super evolution than Chu Feng. But even so, he was still no match for Chu Feng. He was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of speed, strength, and constitution.
Thump! Thump!
Chu Feng delivered two Demon Ox Fists in quick succession, sending the old weasel flying into the air. Two bloody holes appeared on his chest and abdomen.
The old weasel was in despair. All the abilities he had obtained after severing his second shackle were related to the spirit, but they were ineffective against Chu Feng.
"I'm not willing! I'm a beast king! How can I die in the hands of a young human like you?!" he roared furiously.
But this couldn't change the outcome!
Chu Feng let out a loud roar. His right arm glowed, and a silvery light burst forth from his fist. It was like a flame, but also like a bolt of lightning. It transformed into a blinding beam of light and shot out.
Pfft!
The old weasel's eyes were filled with terror. After being struck by the fist, he was sent flying and exploded in mid-air!
A beast king had fallen just like that. His body was torn into pieces, dying the summit of Mount Pan red.
At this time, the mist above Mount Pan dissipated. It was created by the old weasel to confuse and disturb people's spirit.
The rays of the sun shone down on Chu Feng's body. Even his hair was glowing. His body was tall and his skin was sparkling and translucent. He looked slender and perfect, but his king level body contained a terrifying amount of power. At this moment, he was like a god of war.
In the distance, Huang Yun and Kong Zhuo were deathly pale. They had long since been scared out of their wits. To them, this was simply a demon king. To be able to kill a beast king like the Mount Pan ancestor, how terrifying was this existence?
But he was still so young, and a human at that. They couldn't believe and accept this. The scene at the summit had left them horrified.
The beast king had shed blood and finally fallen.
The battle at Mount Pan had come to an end!
"No … this can't be real!" Huang Yun's voice was trembling. Even the Mount Pan ancestor had been killed. How could they continue to live?
Chu Feng walked into the distance and picked up a bag. He then took out a set of clothes and put them on.
In the battle just now, both he and the old weasel had surpassed the speed of sound. Not to mention ordinary clothes, even their bodies were suffering from a great deal of tearing force.
Soon after, Chu Feng carried the bundle of arrows on his back and aimed the Thunderous at the foot of the mountain.
Wherever his king level divine instinct passed, the weasels on Mount Pan had nowhere to hide. Every single one of them was captured by him. Following that, one after another, iron arrows flew out from the summit, carrying arcs of electricity with them as they shook this famed northern mountain.
"Pu!"
"Ah …"
At the foot of Mount Pan, the vicious beasts died one after another. Some of the several meter long weasels could speak human language, while others let out bestial roars. It was an incomparably terrifying scene.
Chu Feng killed one with each arrow. Dozens of iron arrows flew out, and half of the mutated weasels in Mount Pan were killed. They could no longer pose a threat.
Some of them had long since escaped. Although they believed that their ancestor would definitely win, they were still cowardly and fled far away.
Chu Feng descended the mountain, relying on his king level divine instinct to search the nearby mountain ridges. He shot arrow after arrow, and when he passed by a few villages, he was filled with rage.
During this period of time, the villages near Mount Pan had all been emptied. Many people had run away, and those who were left behind had been massacred, becoming food for the Mount Pan lineage.
"Kill!"
Chu Feng chased after them, not wanting to let a single one of them go.
In the end, he killed a total of more than 90 mutated weasels, ranging from a few meters long to more than ten meters long. His stock of 100 iron arrows was almost depleted.
When Chu Feng returned to Mount Pan, Kong Zhuo and Huang Yun looked at him as if they were facing a demonic god. They were trembling in fear.
In the beginning, the two of them were the first to conspire, clamoring for Chu Feng to come to Mount Pan to apologize and humiliate him. Who would have thought that Chu Feng would actually come? Moreover, he had single-handedly flattened Mount Pan and slaughtered an entire tribe!
Even the beast king of this region had been killed by him. It was truly shocking.
Pfft!
Chu Feng wielded the black dagger in his hand and slashed out a few times, rendering them permanently powerless but sparing their lives.
He contacted Lu Tong and said, "Old man, I've already flattened the entire mountain!"
Lu Tong was stunned speechless for a long time. Although he had already guessed that this would happen, he still couldn't help but feel amazed when it actually happened. Chu Feng was indeed heaven-defying!
A single person had single-handedly conquered a famed mountain, suppressed an entire tribe, and killed an old beast king. What kind of magnificent feat was this?!
Chu Feng told him that only two of the beasts he promised to deliver to the laboratory were left alive. The rest were all killed.
Lu Tong was once again stunned. He opened his mouth but no words came out in the end.
On Mount Pan, Chu Feng found the scarlet flying dagger amidst a pile of rubble. It was only the size of a palm and its entire body was bright red, glistening and glistening. It was extremely beautiful.
It was unknown what kind of material it was made of. At the very least, the black dagger had clashed with it over a thousand times without leaving a single mark on its surface.
"It's only the size of a palm. This is a real flying dagger!" Chu Feng was certain that this was not forged by the old weasel. This was a mysterious ancient weapon.
Not only was it hard and sharp, but it was also extremely exquisite. It was a rare item in the world.
"What a good item." Chu Feng sighed in admiration.
His heart was burning with passion as he walked towards the back of the mountain. He really wanted to obtain that world-shaking Imperial Sword Art because its offensive power was too extraordinary.
Chu Feng believed that once he grasped the Imperial Sword Art, his combat power would increase by a large margin!
The outside world was not calm at all.
From everyone's point of view, Chu Feng was in a difficult situation with the combined pressure of the Peacock Race and Mount Pan lineage. How should he choose?
"What should Chu Feng do?"
"He should lie low for a while. There's nothing shameful about this. I think this is the best course of action!"
Some people were discussing this matter.
Apart from Lu Tong, no one else knew that Chu Feng had single-handedly conquered a famed mountain!
Even the major corporations had no idea that such a shocking change had occurred at Mount Pan!
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