Chapter 1473: A Monster Among Us

"You're the one who's going to die!"

A disciple of the Curse Soil Gate struck first. His footwork was peculiar, like a cheetah. His hands were domineering, like tiger claws. His form was elegant, like an immortal crane. This was a martial art — at least eighth-rank.

What a pity, though. Despite having mastered that martial art to perfection and possessing the same cultivation level as Chu Feng — both at the sixth rank of Martial King — his combat power was nowhere close.

Boom—

Chu Feng didn't even raise a hand. He simply stomped his foot against the ground, and a violent wave of energy surged forward, slamming into the Curse Soil Gate disciple.

Crack, crack, crack—

In an instant, a series of crisp sounds echoed from within the disciple's body. By the time he hit the ground, blood was streaming from all seven orifices, his meridians utterly shattered, turning him into a figure drenched in blood.

"Damn it!"

Another disciple lunged forward — this one a seventh-rank Martial King. Being a full rank above Chu Feng, he was absolutely certain he could crush him.

He employed a movement technique and closed the distance to Chu Feng in the blink of an eye. His five fingers clenched into a fist, the middle finger jutting forward. This, too, was a martial art — and all of its power was concentrated in that single fingertip. If it struck true, the target would either die or be crippled.

Moreover, to amplify his strength, he had affixed a hidden talisman to his middle finger. That was the Curse Soil Gate's way — using talismans to bolster combat power.

And now, this fist was aimed squarely at Chu Feng's dantian. He intended to destroy Chu Feng's cultivation. There was no denying his viciousness.

Pfft—

"Aaagh!"

But before his fist could even reach Chu Feng, a scream tore from his own throat. His dantian had been pierced — and the one who'd pierced it was Chu Feng. With a single hand shaped like a blade, Chu Feng had not only punctured the man's dantian but also withdrawn without a single drop of blood clinging to his fingers, as if his hand were a legendary sword.

Smack—

After crippling the man's cultivation, Chu Feng delivered a slap across his face that sent him flying several meters backward like a sandbag. The disciple smashed into a massive tree before crumpling to the ground, unconscious.

"Next!" Chu Feng said.

"You—"

At the sight of this, the remaining dozen-or-so Curse Soil Gate disciples were seething with rage, grinding their teeth. They wanted to swarm him all at once.

"Stop." A single shout cut through their fury — Yan Gui.

"I underestimated you," Yan Gui said.

"You're not the first one to say that," Chu Feng replied with a faint smile.

"Even if your combat power defies three ranks, with your cultivation at the sixth rank of Martial King, you can only contend with ninth-rank Martial Kings."

"As for me, I have more than a few people here who can fight half-emperors. Do you really think you stand a chance?" Yan Gui continued.

"What if I told you that all of you combined still wouldn't be enough to beat me? Would you believe me?" Chu Feng asked.

"Ha ha ha ha ha…" The moment Chu Feng's words left his lips, Yan Gui and the others burst into laughter. In their eyes, Chu Feng was clearly joking.

It was like a monkey telling a pack of wolves, "I can devour every one of you in a single bite" — utterly absurd. It was enough to make one die laughing.

Whoosh—

But right at that instant, a streak of light flashed between them, as though something had materialized right in their midst.

When they looked closer, shock seized them. It was Chu Feng — Chu Feng had appeared directly in their center, and a strange, eerie smile hung on his lips.

"Get down!"

Suddenly, Chu Feng thrust his hand skyward, and a beam of golden light shot into the heavens, transforming into a mass of golden auspicious clouds. The clouds shimmered with golden radiance, runes flowing across their surface. As they plummeted downward, an enormous pressure descended with them.

BOOM—

In that instant, every disciple of the Curse Soil Gate, Yan Gui included, collapsed to the ground like dead dogs, unable to move a single inch.

"Do you believe me now?" Chu Feng asked.

"Wh-what… what kind of monster are you?" one disciple stammered, his voice warped with terror. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Chu Feng could be this powerful.