Dragon Sparrow Starfield, Nine Nether Forbidden Ground. Black flames burned endlessly. Amid the boundless Sea of Fire, Chu Feng stood alone. A group of Saints had been chopped down by him, not one left alive. Only fragments of broken white bone streaked with blood remained, still burning as they were refined.
In the distance, some neutral Saints and independent cultivators were scared senseless. Fortunately, they had not shown hostility or joined in besieging Chu Feng, or they would now have been among those burned to ashes.
Every hair on their bodies stood on end, and goosebumps covered their skin. This was fucking brutal and terrifying. With every swing of his blade, Chu Feng, that fiend, slaughtered more than a dozen Saints as if he were chopping cabbages.
Among them were Saints who had existed since ancient times. Some were even older than certain Ancient Ancestors who could illuminate all heavens, yet today, they had all been slain.
Across the universe, people were shocked, but an icy chill also rose from their bones. A group of Saints had all died; it was simply too shocking. This was a major event that shook the Star Sea, one that would be recorded heavily in the history of evolution.
"These old bastards just had to force me into this. I had no choice but to act..."
Outside the Nine Nether Forbidden Ground, Chu Feng continuously refined the Nine Nether Flame Seed. His aura rapidly changed and expanded as he steadily advanced toward the Sub-Sage realm. Yet he was still sighing and shaking his head, looking utterly helpless.
The West Forest Clan, Corpse Clan, and others were in an uproar. After Saints from their clans had died, this blood-soaked fiend was still acting like a sanctimonious hypocrite. They hated him bitterly, yet there was nothing