Chapter 120: I Shall Only Take Your Arm

These people, however, underestimated Chu Feng.

Jiang Yan, having spent more than half a year by his side, was the only one who truly understood how terrifying he was. Despite being only at the peak of the Mahayana stage, his combat prowess could suppress those at the Transcending Tribulation stage. The Yin-Yang Great Sorrow Scripture and the Grand Supreme Celestial Technique—though she had not cultivated them herself, she was well aware of their miraculous nature. Even the heritage of the Jiang family could not compare. And that was not to mention his god-like swordsmanship or the Dragon-Subduing Palm that could conjure countless golden dragons with a single strike.

These people were courting death.

The only thing that worried her was what would happen if Chu Feng destroyed them and discovered that her seal had been partially broken. Would he reseal her? Or would he use even more twisted means to deal with her?

Chu Feng stepped into the great formation. With his current mastery of formation arts, he easily analyzed its power. It was indeed extraordinary. The formation acted like an independent space, unpredictable and filled with endless yellow sand. Once the wind rose, the sand would launch its assault. Anyone touched by it would instantly fester and be obliterated, both body and soul. This was no ordinary sand; it was "Bone-Shaving Sand," which was why this was known as the Yellow Sand Formation.

The moment Chu Feng entered, the sky-filling sand surged toward him, forming a tornado that swept in his direction. Facing the onslaught, Chu Feng let out a cold snort and vanished from his spot. The swirling sand locked off every possible path of escape, but the one who had set the formation overlooked one thing: Chu Feng’s Flying Rainbow Art.

This was the innate divine ability of the primordial Golden Crow lineage. Since the Golden Crow represented the sun, the "rainbow" was light itself. To block light, one needed darkness, and yellow sand was simply incapable of that. Under the influence of the Flying Rainbow Art, the sand appeared illusory before him, passing right through his body without causing a scratch.

Han Feng, who had been full of confidence and waiting to reap Chu Feng’s life, was terrified. "No, how can this be? Why? This is the Bone-Shaving Sand! Why does it have no effect on him?" He gritted his teeth, his mind reeling. "Chu Feng, I am the Child of Destiny! Why is it that every time I encounter him, I am thwarted? Is he born to be my nemesis?"

But in an instant, Han Feng regained his composure and snarled, "So what if you are my nemesis? I am the Child of Destiny! You are destined to be nothing more than my stepping stone, a leek for me to harvest on my path to greatness."

"Today is different from the past. Aside from the yellow sand, I have other means." He laughed aloud. "Elder Black Demon, please, kill this man for me."

"Very well."

From within the formation, a plume of black smoke drifted out and lunged toward Chu Feng. The Black Demon cultivated the Black Demon Scripture—a fragmentary version, yet he had managed to refine it into something potent. By transforming into a mass of black smoke, he was not only elusive and lethal, capable of shrouding his victims to prevent any defense, but he could also deflect most attacks.

As the smoke emerged, Chu Feng sensed it immediately. The Black Demon was only at the Mahayana stage. To others, the smoke might seem mystical and impregnable, but to Chu Feng, this direct approach was no different from suicide. Black smoke was like unburnt kindling; it feared nothing more than fire.

Chu Feng smiled faintly. With a wave of his hand, the Divine Fire of the Vast Sun flew out, instantly igniting the black smoke. The Black Demon let out a shrill, piercing scream, falling from the void as he reverted to his true form, frantically trying to extinguish the flames. But how could he? Within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the Black Demon fell silent, reduced to a pile of ash. He was dead.

With the death of the Black Demon, the formation collapsed instantly. Han Feng, who had been arrogant and overbearing just moments ago, was suddenly exposed before Chu Feng. The moment their eyes met, Han Feng’s face turned deathly pale. He knew one thing for certain: he was no match for Chu Feng.

Facing life and death, he didn't even spare a glance for Jiang Yan, the SSS-ranked beauty; he turned and ran. But how could Chu Feng let him escape so easily? He had already suppressed him three times; this would be the fourth, and soon, it would be time for the final harvest.

Chu Feng had actually been worrying that he hadn't seen Han Feng in a while and was starting to miss him. The laws of heaven regarding the Child of Destiny dictated that a villain like him should slap the protagonist's face until the protagonist was finally killed. But who knew he would encounter a villain like Chu Feng, who didn't play by the rules? Instead of being slapped, Chu Feng slapped the Child of Destiny time and again, harvesting his destiny and luck until he fell from grace, at which point he would finally be put to death.

In the next moment, Chu Feng stood before Han Feng and smiled. "What a coincidence. We meet again."

Han Feng immediately wore a smile uglier than a cry and pleaded, "Yes, what a coincidence! I was just passing by. I won't bother you anymore, I'll take my leave."

Chu Feng remained smiling, watching him as if he were observing a circus act. Han Feng, having taken only two steps, stopped and turned around, shouting, "What exactly do you want?!"

Chu Feng replied with disdain, "Before you ask me that, shouldn't you ask yourself? How many times has this been now? You come looking for trouble, trying to kill me over and over again. Do you really think I’m that easy to bully?"

"I see your severed arm has been restored, which is why you’re so bold. You want to know what I want? It’s simple. I’ll give you two choices. The first: death. The second: since you’ve regrown your arm, you can cut it off yourself, and I’ll spare your life."

Chu Feng had noticed that Han Feng’s new arm was extraordinary and undoubtedly provided a massive boost to his strength. Since Han Feng relied on it so heavily, Chu Feng would destroy that reliance. He could sense a faint aura of the phoenix emanating from that limb.

Han Feng’s face turned ashen. He knew all too well how much that phoenix arm had helped him; he had spent this entire period cultivating techniques specifically to utilize it. If he lost it, his strength would be halved. But if he didn't, he couldn't be sure if Chu Feng would truly kill him. The immense threat made him feel suffocated.

Chu Feng snorted coldly. "It seems you’ve made your choice. Very well, then you can go to hell."

"If I die, I lose everything."

A powerful killing intent erupted, suppressing Han Feng with crushing force.

"Pfft!" Unable to withstand the impact, Han Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. He withered instantly, his face filled with terror as he retreated.

"Wait! I'm willing to leave the arm behind." Faced with death, Han Feng finally surrendered.