Amidst the chaotic battlefield, Hun Feng rampaged under the protection of three Hun Clan Dou Saint experts. His figure darted across the battlefield like a ghost, and wherever he went, allied forces fell. Blood splattered around him, dyeing his black robe red.
His handsome face was now twisted and distorted, his eyes gleaming with madness. His crazed expression made one shiver, as though slaughter had become his only source of joy.
"Young Clan Leader! This place is too dangerous. I suggest you fall back!" one of the Hun Clan Dou Saint experts anxiously urged.
"Afraid of what? With a rare opportunity like this, how can I not kill to my heart's content?" He sneered, a flicker of impatience in his eyes.
But suddenly, his movements came to a halt.
A chill crept up his spine, causing him to shudder involuntarily.
"What's going on?" Hun Feng muttered.
He felt as if a pair of eyes were fixed on him, radiating a murderous intent so cold that it made his skin crawl.
"Found you~"
At that moment, a faint laugh echoed from the sky.
A slender figure descended from the heavens like a streak of golden lightning, slicing through the air. Wherever this figure passed, the air distorted, producing a sharp sonic boom.
It was Gu Fei!
His entire body shimmered with a golden glow, exuding a terrifyingly oppressive aura. His presence alone forced all Hun Clan experts within a radius of several miles to step back in fear.
"Not good! It's Gu Fei!"
"Damn it, Young Clan Leader, run! This guy is a rumored Seven-Star Dou Saint expert!"
The faces of the three Hun Clan experts protecting him turned pale as they cried out in alarm. They knew well that he was no match for him.
At that moment, the three experts exchanged glances, a resolute expression flashing across their eyes. They had clearly made a decision.
"Protect the Young Clan Leader's retreat!"
Without hesitation, the three of them charged towards Gu Fei, their Dou Qi surging as they transformed into streams of light, ready to fight.
However, he faced the incoming Dou Saint-level experts with utter disdain. A mocking smile spread across his handsome face, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Seeking death.."
Gu Fei snorted coldly, and the golden glow around him intensified.
"Boom!"
A terrifying force swept through the area, and the three Hun Clan experts were pulled toward him like puppets cut loose from their strings.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three muffled sounds echoed almost simultaneously. His hands gripped their throats like iron claws, lifting them high into the air. The scene resembled a god descending upon the battlefield, a sight that left onlookers in awe.
"Too weak."
His voice was calm, filled with contempt.
The next moment, he clenched his fists.
"Crack!"
A clear sound of bones snapping echoed as the necks of the three Hun Clan experts were crushed. Their life force quickly dissipated, and their lifeless bodies fell to the ground.
After dealing with them, Gu Fei's gaze once again locked onto Hun Feng. But just then, an aged figure appeared in front of him.
It was none other than the Hall Master of the Hall of Souls, Hun Miesheng!
His aged face was filled with gravity. He stood in front of Hun Feng, warily watching him.
"Young friend, how about we let bygones be bygones today?" His voice carried a hint of caution.
"Heh heh!"
What a shameless old man. This is a battlefield!
Gu Fei's lips curled into a mocking smile. "You must be joking.."
Before the words even finished, his figure vanished from sight. In the next instant, he appeared before Hun Miesheng, striking with his palm.
"Boom!"
A vast ocean of energy erupted forth. his face turned pale, and he hurriedly raised his hand to block. However, his seemingly sturdy defense was like paper mache in the face of Gu Fei's might.
"Bang!"
He was sent flying like a broken kite, crashing heavily into the ground. His frail body tumbled several times before coming to a halt.
"Pfft!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.
"How could this be? How did you become so powerful in just a few short years?" He gasped, his voice full of shock.
But Gu Fei didn't bother to answer.
"Now, it's your turn."
His voice was soft, but it rang in Hun Feng's ears like thunder.
He felt as if his entire body was frozen in ice. His once-arrogant face was now filled with sheer terror.
"Don't… don't kill me!"
He screamed in horror, his voice trembling with fear.
But Gu Fei remained unmoved. He appeared before Hun Feng like a phantom, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground.
"Ancestor, save me!"
He suddenly shrieked hysterically, as though recalling something.
"Good."
In the next moment, he tightened his grip. Hun Feng, like a fragile bird, was rendered powerless to resist.
Suddenly, the sky began to churn with violent energy. Dark clouds rolled in, lightning flashing amidst deafening thunder. Gale-force winds swept through the battlefield, lifting dust and forming small tornadoes.
From within the turbulent clouds, a rift tore open, and a withered old figure slowly descended. Cloaked in black mist, his face was obscured, but the terrifying aura that surrounded him engulfed the battlefield.
"An Eight-Star Dou Saint… This must be one of the ancestors of Hun Clan."
Gu Fei looked skyward without a trace of fear.
With his own strength as an Eight-Star Dou Saint, even facing top experts like Lei Ying and Yan Jin, he had the confidence to fight.
The ancient figure landed gently on the ground. His wrinkled face made him appear on the brink of death, yet his wise eyes shone with a sharp light, not to be underestimated.
"Young friend, release my unworthy descendant, and we shall call it even." His voice was calm as he spoke.
"You must be Hun Yuantian."
Gu Fei smiled.
"How unexpected to find someone who still knows me."
He was momentarily taken aback but then smiled in satisfaction.
"This trash is not worth saving."
Before Hun Yuantian could respond, he mercilessly crushed Hun Feng's neck.
The fear-filled light in his eyes disappeared in an instant, his life force extinguished in a blink.
"Feng'er!"
Seeing his clan's prodigy slain before his eyes, the kindness on his face vanished, replaced by intense fury. His eyes now filled with murderous intent, and his aura surged like a terrifying storm.
"You wretch, you're courting death!"
Hun Yuantian roared, and black mist erupted around him. The power he unleashed seemed capable of devouring the entire world.
(TL/n: Last chapter for today.
Just finished my first playthrough of Wukong. This is GOTY by a mile. Nothing comes close.
Anyways, thanks a lot for your support so far and don't forget to leave a review.
I'll catch you all on the next episode~)