Chapter 1837 — One Finger Annihilation (1)

"Wh-what is this?!" The militant faction's Martial Emperor was panic-stricken. The gas he was using to summon his Bloodline Yaojiao King was the same red color as Chu Feng's, yet it had instantly shrunk by an entire size — and not only that, it was trembling violently, as though terrified of the blood-red gas before it.

Moreover, he could clearly sense just how horrifying the blood-red gas emanating from Chu Feng truly was.

It felt as though it didn't belong to this world at all. It was gas from the deepest depths of hell, as if carried by a demon from the netherworld, poised to annihilate all living things. No killing intent could ever compare.

This blood-red gas was far, far more terrifying than the Bloodline Yaojiao King he had summoned.

And worst of all, the gas had already enveloped him. Even if he wanted to flee, there was no chance.

Hummm— Suddenly, two massive beams of light appeared on either side of Chu Feng.

"NO!!!"

The moment he saw those lights, the militant faction's Martial Emperor let out a horrified shriek, nearly driven mad with fear.

Because those two enormous beams of light were not mere light at all — they were eyes. Eyes belonging to the blood-red gas.

And before those eyes appeared, there had already been a massive, crescent-shaped fissure below the blood-red gas, twisting back and forth — ghastly and deeply unsettling to behold.

But once the eyes came into view, the militant faction's Martial Emperor finally realized that the enormous fissure was no fissure at all. It was a mouth. The mouth of the blood-red gas.

The blood-red gas was not merely gas. It was alive. It wasn't simply like a demon — it truly was a demon.

"Today, I'll show you what a real Heaven-restricted martial technique looks like," Chu Feng declared.

"Heaven-restricted martial technique? That's a Heaven-restricted martial technique?

"But how can you possibly unleash a Heaven-restricted martial technique like that?!" The militant faction's Martial Emperor's voice was filled with abject terror, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Swish— Yet at that very moment, Chu Feng suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the militant faction's Martial Emperor. BOOM— A deafening explosion rang out, and the Bloodline Yaojiao King that the militant faction's Martial Emperor had summoned — at the cost of his own life — was utterly obliterated, its soul scattered to the winds, dead beyond any hope of recovery.

"Gulp—" At the sight, both Yaojiao Tingyu and the peacemaker faction's Martial Emperor couldn't help but swallow hard.

With nothing more than a casual point of his finger, Chu Feng had destroyed the Bloodline Yaojiao King that the militant faction's Martial Emperor had sacrificed his life to summon.

They understood that it wasn't that the Forbidden Art of the Yaojiao King Beasts was too weak. It was simply that the Heaven-restricted martial technique Chu Feng had employed was too powerful.

"Is that truly a Heaven-restricted martial technique?" Yaojiao Tingyu murmured in astonishment to herself.

She had seen Heaven-restricted martial techniques before, but the one Chu Feng had just displayed seemed even more terrifying than any she had ever witnessed.

"It is indeed a Heaven-restricted martial technique. However, among Heaven-restricted martial techniques, their power varies depending on the strength of the user. One can only say that Chu Feng's mastery of martial techniques is simply too formidable. At the same cultivation level, even if both parties wield Heaven-restricted martial techniques, I'm afraid no one would be his match," the peacemaker faction's Martial Emperor said.

"This guy really is absurdly strong." Although Yaojiao Tingyu said this with her lips, the eyes she fixed upon Chu Overflowed with admiration.

As a fellow member of the younger generation, she felt no jealousy toward Chu Feng's talent. On the contrary, she took pride in him, regarding him as her idol.

Hummm— Just then, Chu Feng swept his sleeve, and a barrier cascaded downward, transforming into scattered, mangled remains that littered the ground. He then leaped and landed beside Yaojiao Tingyu and the peacemaker faction's Martial Emperor.

Once he touched down, Chu Feng waved his hand once more, and a concealment barrier enveloped all three of them.

"Chu Feng, what are you doing?" Yaojiao Tingyu asked in curiosity.

Although Chu Feng had arranged fake, dismembered corpses outside, she could still tell that the three corpses he had set up were meant to represent her, Chu Feng himself, and the peacemaker faction's Martial Emperor.

"You'll find out soon enough. Just be patient for a moment," Chu Feng said with a mysterious air.