The Sacred Ruins
chapter-572

Luo Hong's spiritual body had been torn into pieces. He knew that he had failed utterly, and there was no way he could reverse this desperate situation. This was especially true when he saw the other saint, quasi-saint, and the golden arhat level expert enter the other spiritual battlefield. He had chills running from head to toe because he knew that this tragedy was caused by him.

Who was the enemy over there? How could anyone survive a battle against Yaoyao? Even though he was a saint and was incredibly arrogant, he still knew that those people were certain to die.

This was an achievement Yaoyao had killed her way to in the olden days. Even though she hadn't made a move, everyone already considered the eight masters of the Deity race dead. They knew these people had no chance.

"Ah…"

Luo Hong screamed and struggled. He wanted to regroup his spiritual body and fight it out with Chu Feng. He wanted to take the latter down with him because he knew that his opponent's evolutionary foundation was full of cracks, and that a violent collision would definitely hasten Chu Feng's death.

The saint of the Deity race reformed a human body, but it was covered with cracks.

"It's better for you to die. What's the point in hanging onto your last breath like this?" Chu Feng's words were mild. He then used the spiral technique to shoot out a golden vortex.

Luo Hong exploded with a bang, and his spiritual power transformed into a rain of light before the golden vortex.

"Die! We'll die together!" Luo Hong howled. He wanted to reform his body once again.

Right now, he no longer looked like a supreme saint. He knew that he was going to die, but he wanted to bring Chu Feng down with him. The spiritual body manifested once again, and a scroll appeared behind him—it was the dilapidated universe and weapons.

Unfortunately, this was the spiritual world, and that so-called scroll was imperfect. But he couldn't care about it because he had to put every method he had to full use.

"Then, I'll give it a try too," Chu Feng said. The scroll behind him rumbled as it flew out. It tore apart the dilapidated universe and broke all the weapons as easily as breaking dry branches. All of it was reduced to nothingness.

Not to mention that Luo Hong was almost dying right now, his scroll was no match for Chu Feng's even when he was at the peak. And now, it was being slaughtered one-sidedly.

"I'm unconvinced. Why didn't your dao foundation collapse?!" Luo Hong yelled at Chu Feng amidst the flickering rain of light. He had almost gone mad.

After all, the things that happened today were both shameful and deadly to him!

He was a saint. It was already unconventional of him to battle a junior at the same level on the spiritual platform. People might find him shameless in bullying a weaker being.

But in the end, the outcome made him even more aggrieved because he was actually defeated and thoroughly dying.

How tragic was this? A saint killed by a young man at the visualization level. Everyone would be dumbfounded if this outrageous news were to spread.

"Luo Hong, as a saint of the Deity Race, can be considered a superior character who can look down on experts of all races. In the end, he had met such a fate."

Some people in the starry sky lamented.

Obviously, Luo Hong would be remembered by everyone and become a classic negative example for teaching. A magnificent saint defeated by a junior cultivator. This was indeed unprecedented.

Bang!

"Ah..."

Luo Hong screamed wretchedly. After being beaten numerous times, he felt that he himself was extremely weak. He couldn't regroup his body anymore because his spiritual power was going to dissipate completely.

"I hate this. I'm a saint, yet I'm actually going to die in the hands of a visualization realm brat. Moreover, he's a native of earth. Ah..." Luo Hong howled in grief. Before this, he was haughty and incredibly conceited when he announced that he had once killed the two saints from earth all by himself. In the end, this killer had to suffer the very same fate.

His ending was even more miserable, and it would certainly become a matter of ridicule.

"Luo Hong, be on your way now. History will always remember you!" Chu Feng said slowly but vigorously.

Luo Hong was practically trembling from anger after hearing such words. He was completely mad because he would become a clown in history. This was indeed a very huge blow to him on the verge of death.

"Die!"

At the last moment, Chu Feng shouted frostily. Coarse stone balls appeared around him one after another. He carved domain runes onto the rotating spheres which then rotated around the spiritual light rain to refine it.

"Let's make good use of waste materials. I'll test my newest technique on you!" said Chu Feng. This was his first attempt using the coarse stone balls as magnetic stones to deploy a domain.

"Ah..." Luo Hong screamed before his spirit was shattered and immediately disintegrated—he was completely annihilated.

On his last gasp, he felt incredibly wronged because the first half of his life was so resplendent—he became a saint at a young age, destroyed races, conquered various lands, and every race revered him.

His old age, however, was fairly tragic. He simply couldn't accept being defeated by a young evolver in a battle and dying just like that. He was doomed to leave a bad name for eternity.

"Not bad, this kind of combat method can be further studied." Chu Feng nodded. Using the coarse stone balls in place of magnetic stones to set up domains afforded him terrifying destructive power.

Luo Hong's willpower was already obliterated. He was both aggrieved and indignant at the moment of his death. To use him as a test subject for a domain attack? This young fellow was way too calm.

Luo Hong was exterminated. A saint had fallen in a battle. This caused the entire starry sky to tremble and sent everyone into an uproar.

"Oh heavens, the saint of the Deity race was defeated and exterminated by Chu Feng. He was a saint who had come from ancient times. And now he's dead, just like that."

"What a glorious achievement! Chu Feng has defied heavens. This battle will mark his rise to power as he faces the entire universe. This is his battle for godhood!"

People everywhere were boiling over. A lot of them were shocked and excited to see with their own eyes a saint being killed by a younger evolver.

"God Chu, please let me pay my respects. When are you coming to the starry sky? I'll introduce you to my younger sister!"

"The old bastard of the Deity race was killed! Truly satisfying. He deserves it since he took advantage of his seniority and bulled a junior. What happened in the end? He was so confident in killing the survivor, but in the end, he was defeated in such miserable way! Haha!"

The entire starry sky was engaged in passionate discussion and their manner was taking pleasure in other's misfortune. The Deity race was usually aloof, arrogant, and bossy—they had always look down upon the evolvers below them, but the people were forced to keep their resentment to themselves.

Chu Feng's victory and slaughter of this race's saint resonated with many people. Everyone felt satisfied at heart.

Naturally, people from the Deity race felt differently. Their faces were ashen as though their parents had just died, and they wanted nothing more than to flay Chu Feng.

As for those who stood against Chu Feng and the races of the divine sons and saintesses whom he had once sold—each and every one of them appeared ice cold because Chu Feng was growing in fame and power. Most of all, he had true power and boundless potential. This filled them with anger and killing intent.

There were also cheers on earth. The victory of the native evolver Chu Feng and his slaughtering of a saint was indeed earth-shattering. The news spread across the various regions of the world.

The cup in Yuchi Kong's hands dropped onto the emerald green bamboo boat, spilling tea all over it. He was in a daze because this outcome was truly horrifying to him. The so-called false one of the earth had performed a heaven-defying feat.

Outside the earth, all the experts from various powers heaved a long sigh. From this declining land, a young man named Chu Feng had risen to fame and would be remembered by everyone from this point on.

Even the top ten most powerful dao children, fairies, and demonic children had weird expressions on their faces. They had to take this seriously because this Chu Feng had already killed a saint. Who would dare despise him?

The so-called peerless beauties who were ranked toward the top stared fixedly at Chu Feng with their eyes twinkling and emitting a divine glow. They wanted to see through him.

Before this, nobody would have guessed that Chu Feng would be able to kill a saint, let alone in such a one-sided manner.

Everything seemed to have reversed. The victory that was supposed to belong to Luo Hong became Chu Feng's.

Presently, in the spiritual battlefield, Chu Feng sensed a peerlessly vast spiritual power slowly being obliterated and purified by the three soul stones. They absorbed a part of it, and the rest were returned to the heaven and earth.

That was a part of Luo Hong's spiritual power that had been suppressed by the battlefield. It no longer had an owner after his willpower withered away, so it dispersed together with him.

After the clamor, people's gazes were no longer on Chu Feng, but on the other battlefield where Yaoyao was confronting the eight masters. There was a saint, a quasi-saint, and a golden arhat level expert. It could be said that their levels were all quite distinct.

In comparison, Yaoyao was too dazzling and stole quite a bit of Chu Feng's thunder. Many people had waited for a long time to see her taking action once again.

"Attack together!" Yaoyao said. She was waiting for Chu Feng to finish his battle before initiating her own.

Those experts, including the male saint, were pale because they could already guess the outcome even before the battle had begun. However, they had no choice but to brace themselves to battle.

"Kill, destroy this demoness. Let's kill her together!" It was the golden arhat level expert who spoke. He was the first to attack.

In fact, the others didn't hesitate, either. The scrolls and ultimate techniques were employed at the same time as they charged at Yaoyao.

Tsch!

Yaoyao was too fast, even faster than light. Her speed even interfered with the stability of time as her ethereal figure rushed forward. Her right hand erupted with radiance as a sword of energy brilliance appeared to slash at the golden arhat level expert.

The face of the golden arhat expert showed a frightened expression, he almost couldn't avoid it. How could one's speed be so fast? It had totally exceeded common sense as though she ran through time and came.

The man bellowed and burst forth with light. There was energy flaring up on his fist as he made every effort to withstand the attack.

Upon seeing this, Yaoyao's expression was calm—neither pleased nor worried. She immediately chopped his fist off with a plop. The sword radiance then swept out and severed his head.

Immediately beheaded.

Even though they had prepared for this, everyone in the starry sky was still in an uproar. This was very terrifying. To kill a golden arhat level powerful man in one clash, this was incredibly heaven-defying.

"Be careful. Don't go near her, she cultivates some sort of divine domain! Once we enter, we will lose the power to retaliate!" the saint of the Deity race yelled.

He had almost forgotten the legend about Yaoyao up until the moment she beheaded the golden arhat level expert in front of everybody.

Despite his reminder, there was still no suspense in the following battle. Yaoyao weaved left and right, then east and west. Whether she was using her sword qi, brandishing her fist, or even flicking her fingers, every one of her movements became a terrible killing weapon. Everywhere she went, blood splattered like sparkling translucent crystals. It was incomparably sad and beautiful.

This was a one-sided slaughter!

"Ah..."

In the spiritual battlefield, the screams of the people of the Deity race occurred again and again. Some of them were killed, but they operated the breathing technique of the race and were recovered. However, they were still killed in the end.

Pfft!

In the end, the saint also roared as his head flew out, beheaded by Yaoyao's invincible sword qi.

In the spiritual battlefield, Yaoyao was still incredibly beautiful. It was just that she was akin to a cold goddess of war single-mindedly devoted to slaughter.

"Ah..." the quasi-sage screamed as he was directly slashed through the waist by the golden brilliance from Yaoyao's fist. She swept through everything in her path as though she were pulling out rotten weeds.

"A personal divine domain?!" Chu Feng was moved as he stared at the battlefield. Many ideas flashed through his mind within this moment. He saw a vast new field opening up before him.

Previously, when he was battling with Luo Hong, he once confined the saint in a void space for a short period. This was the embryonic form of a "domain".

Afterward, he tried to inscribe symbols and texts on the energy form stones to suppress Luo Hong. This was also a type of domain.

Chu Feng felt that he had found two paths to surpass Yaoyao and might one day be able to touch the lofty throne of number one under the starry sky.

Pfft! Pfft!

In the spiritual battlefield, Yaoyao had beheaded every single one of them and ended the battle.

At this moment, there was a huge quake within the sea of stars.