Chapter 26: This Is What Makes It Interesting

When Luo Feng initiated combat inside the Blood Python Society’s headquarters, the outside world erupted in chaos.

A patrol unit of Wei Yang Guards, riding the mechanical treasure “Fire Yun Snake,” a winding, fiery serpent that slithered through space, arrived near the Blood Python Society’s headquarters, its thunderous voice echoing: “All cultivators, evacuate the ‘Earth Net’ zone immediately!”

The forces of heaven and earth coalesced into countless ropes, forming the Earth Net Array that encircled the Blood Python Society’s headquarters.

The location of the Blood Python Society’s headquarters was far from ideal, nowhere near the quality of the ‘Chaos A Zone,’ so the cave dwellings here were cheap, making the entire headquarters naturally enormous—ten billion kilometers in length and width.

Yet the current coverage of the Earth Net Array spanned a diameter of thirty billion kilometers!

“Retreat.”

“Fall back quickly!” The myriad race cultivators watching from afar hurriedly retreated, fleeing beyond the bounds of the massive Earth Net. Mo Luo Sa and Mo Yu Qingyan also retreated with the crowd.

“Master’s commotion…” Mo Yu Qingyan felt tense.

Mo Luo Sa observed closely, preparing for any unexpected turn.

At this moment, within the massive plant formation known as the ‘Vine Jiao Corps’ hovering above the eastern gate of Wei Yang City.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

“Close all Vine Jiao cabins!”

The Vine Jiao Corps, one of Wei Yang’s ten armies, was urgently mobilized. Countless true gods who had been entering and exiting along the vines now saw the cabin doors seal shut and leaped down rapidly one by one.

The entire Vine Jiao Corps activated, with top-tier eternal true gods commanding tens of thousands of void true gods and tens of millions of elite true gods, all synchronizing to wield this colossal military-type mechanical treasure—its power was utterly terrifying.

The vast numbers of true gods who normally entered and exited were non-duty personnel!

Duty-bound true gods numbered in the tens of millions—they could not abandon their posts.

“The Vine Jiao Corps, combat is currently occurring inside the Blood Python Society’s headquarters in Wei Yang City.” Inside the core cabin of the Vine Jiao Corps, General Jiang Chengrong listened to the command from Supreme Commander Mo Li Xiao: “I have only one demand: ensure the combat inside the Blood Python Society’s headquarters does not harm innocent outsiders. Whoever endangers innocents will be punished without mercy. As for the fate of the Blood Python Society members? Do not interfere.”

“Rest assured, Supreme Commander Mo Li!” Jiang Chengrong smiled. “Whoever disrupts the order of Wei Yang City will face the full force of the Vine Jiao Corps.”

The virtual projection ahead of Jiang Chengrong bore four purple curved horns resembling a crown, his face aged. Even as a projection, he radiated overwhelming pressure—he was the strongest among the five great families of the city lord’s mansion.

Jiang Chengrong, an eternal true god from the Ji Family of the Nine Jiang Marquis, deeply revered Mo Li Xiao—he was the strongest eternal true god Jiang Chengrong had ever seen!

“Boom—boom—boom~~~”

The Vine Jiao Corps moved.

Wei Yang’s ten armies and the Wei Yang Guards were not bound by the city’s grand array—they could directly traverse space. Only the high command’s decisions, order transmission, and troop mobilization took slight time; the armies themselves traversed space in the blink of an eye, arriving above the Blood Python Society’s headquarters.

“What is this?”

Outside the Blood Python Society’s headquarters, the myriad race cultivators gazed at the colossal plant formation arriving through space.

“It’s the Vine Jiao Corps.”

“The Vine Jiao Corps is one of Wei Yang’s ten armies—has the entire corps been mobilized?” The watching cultivators were stunned.

“Ordinary conflicts within Wei Yang City—clashes between dark factions—are usually handled by the Wei Yang Guards alone. But this time, the entire army has been deployed. Clearly, the combat inside the Blood Python Society’s headquarters is too terrifying—the Wei Yang Guards can’t contain it.”

“It’s probably the most terrifying beings in Wei Yang City fighting. Let’s retreat further! Even the Wei Yang armies might not protect us.”

Many watching cultivators flew their flying vessels tens of billions of kilometers farther away, yet with true god perception, they could still clearly see the Blood Python Society’s headquarters.

“Shhhhhhh~~~~”

The Vine Jiao Corps hovered above the Blood Python Society’s headquarters, countless vines spreading out to completely envelop the entire complex—yet none of the vines penetrated into the miniature universe domain.

Clearly, they refused to meddle in the internal conflict.

“I wonder who’s fighting the Blood Python Society,” General Jiang Chengrong of the Vine Jiao Corps gazed downward. “By day, countless tribes from outside the city come to Wei Yang for trade. After dark, all non-residents must leave.”

“By day, the city is most vibrant and prosperous. The city lord’s mansion will not tolerate collateral damage.” Jiang Chengrong and his men were staunch defenders of order.

For example, the residences of true gods were absolutely secure, shielded by vast arrays that barred dark factions from intrusion, allowing them to cultivate in peace.

During the day, in bustling areas, anyone who dared kill would be seen and recorded by countless true gods—evidence was undeniable. The city lord’s mansion was obligated to act.

Dark factions had to strike only in remote places.

This was why the vast majority of residents dared refuse to pay the dark factions’ ‘residence fee.’ Dark faction members were few, dared not break the rules, and couldn’t possibly control such a massive population.

Only those with jobs inside the city—or who needed to operate within it at night—would obediently pay the dark factions’ fees.

…

Luo Feng was well aware of the city lord’s rules and had no intention of crossing those boundaries.

After killing Vice Chairman Lai Mo, Luo Feng waved his hand, collecting Lai Mo’s corpse along with his staff and other relics.

Chairman Mu Yang of the Blood Python Society watched calmly. Both knew the city lord’s forces were acting—but neither cared.

“Admirable, admirable,” Chairman Mu Yang praised. “Luo He Shenjun, your movement speed is astonishing—within short distances, nearly rivaling space traversal!”

“No choice—Vice Chairman Lai Mo fled too fast!” Luo Feng said.

The movement technique just used was none other than “Dong Hua,” one of the three supreme arts of the Duan Dong He lineage.

Lai Mo had fled from the start, and Luo Feng had been distracted dealing with the million poisonous insects, forcing him to unleash this divine king-level supreme art, “Dong Hua,” to finally eliminate Lai Mo.

“Luo He Shenjun,” Chairman Mu Yang spoke amiably. “You’ve killed both vice chairmen and taken their relics. Might you now cease?”

“Cease?” Luo Feng blinked in surprise. “In this world, it’s always better to have one more friend than one more enemy,” said Chairman Mu Yang. “The deaths of the two vice chairmen mean nothing. I’d rather befriend a man like you, Luo He Shenjun. To show sincerity, I offer you fifty thousand cosmic sands. Will you accept this gesture?”

“Be my friend?” Luo Feng chuckled. “You’re not worthy.”

Chairman Mu Yang’s expression froze, his eyes turning cold: “One last question—where have I wronged you, Luo He Shenjun? Why must you strike?”

“You killed Diao Rong Yan.” Luo Feng said.

“Diao Rong Yan was an ordinary eternal true god. How could he compare to you or me? I killed him—merely the law of the strong devouring the weak,” said Chairman Mu Yang.

"Those who accumulate resources through alchemy, honestly and uprightly—I respect them. But you, the dark faction’s eternal true gods? You’re all scum. You furiously hunt the weak, preying on true gods and void true gods to plunder their wealth. You are the most despicable among eternal true gods." Luo Feng said. "All of you deserve to die!"

He truly believed this.

Whether as a servant, a butcher, or a miner—these were all honorable paths.

The city lord’s mansion charged true gods only the most basic residence fee; those above true god rank paid nothing, and the mansion maintained city order. But the dark factions had no limits—they ruthlessly exploited, even hunting down fat lambs to slaughter and plunder directly.

They slaughtered countless lives to nourish themselves.

Luo Feng looked down upon these dark faction eternal true gods.

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“I understand,” Chairman Mu Yang nodded slowly. “But I must make you understand: even if I am vile, as long as I am strong, I remain above all.”

“The law of the strong devouring the weak is the fundamental truth!” Chairman Mu Yang’s face, covered in black scales, twisted into a monstrous, frenzied grin. “I want to see just how strong you, Luo He, truly are—to dare come kill me!”

In an instant, he revealed his true form: towering like a mountain, covered in dense black scales. A single flick of his scaled tail twisted space-time, destroying countless surrounding buildings and reducing hidden Blood Python Society members to dust in their terror.

“No—”

“Chairman!”

Many Blood Python Society members saw the massive black-scaled tail emerging from the darkness. From its aura, they recognized their chairman—they screamed in anguish, but Chairman Mu Yang didn’t care.

“Boom!” Chairman Mu Yang burned his divine power, his eyes locked on Luo Feng. His divine body instantly erupted in blazing crimson energy.

“Die!”

A crimson afterimage slashed through the darkness in an arc, aiming straight at the tiny Luo Feng.

Luo Feng stood firm, clearly seeing the crimson afterimage: the colossal scaled tail, spreading crimson energy, as if cleaving through primordial chaos, engulfing him.

“Whoosh.” The terrifying scaled tail struck the spot where Luo Feng stood, causing the earth to sink violently—but Luo Feng vanished into thin air.

Using the “Dong Hua” technique, Luo Feng instantly appeared at the chest of the towering Chairman Mu Yang. His arm surged, his palm sharpened into a blade, stabbing toward the chairman’s chest. The strike looked ordinary, yet carried the essence of “Shengmie Dao,” one of the Nine Breakthrough Slices—concentrating the full might of Luo Feng’s perfected divine body into his palm-blade.

“Puff—” This palm-strike caused Chairman Mu Yang’s face to pale. His chest scales dented and cracked; under the overwhelming force, he was flung backward.

“Armor-type treasure? The armor fused with the scales?” Luo Feng knew his divine body’s strength well—the sensation of that palm-strike confirmed it: this was a piece of armor treasure.

Whoosh!

Luo Feng instantly chased the recoiling Chairman Mu Yang, raising his arm high and swinging down like a great axe, carrying the meaning of total destruction—striking the chairman’s shoulder in an instant.

This strike was "Guixu Dao," one of Luo Feng’s realizations of the Nine Breakthrough Slices.

After a year-long seclusion, Luo Feng had temporarily mastered three of the Nine Breakthrough Slices: Shengmie Dao, Lunhui Dao, and Guixu Dao. “Guixu Dao” carried the meaning of total annihilation—returning all to primordial chaos. Because Luo Feng had Mo Luo Sa’s mastery of the “Destruction Primordial Dao” as reference, he grasped this slice so quickly.

This slice was the most ferocious and destructive of the three.

“Crack~~~” Chairman Mu Yang, an eternal true god of the tenth layer, protected by armor treasure and burning divine power, still felt an unstoppable force strike his shoulder—his scales cracked and caved in.

“My armor treasure is cracked?” Chairman Mu Yang’s heart trembled. “Luo He’s palm-strike is like the full-power strike of a Wei Yang army wielding a military treasure—I can’t even withstand it, even with my divine power burned!”

The explosive power of Luo Feng’s perfected divine body, fully matured, was felt for the first time by Chairman Mu Yang.

Too ferocious!

Chairman Mu Yang even wondered if Luo He was the legendary Infinite Divine Body.

“Boom!” As the armor treasure shattered, Luo Feng lunged forward again, clearly intending to tear the Blood Python Society chairman apart with bare hands.

Suddenly—

Boom!!!

A massive crimson hand appeared out of nowhere, slamming hard into the charging Luo Feng.

The hand was enormous; Luo Feng’s form was tiny. The blow sent Luo Feng flying, crashing violently into the Blood Python Society headquarters’ buildings, smashing through multiple structures and triggering cries from hidden members concealed within.

“Hahahaha, hahahaha…” Luo Feng stood up, his eyes blazing with excitement as he gazed ahead. “Interesting. This is what’s truly interesting.”

That slap had hurt—his perfected divine body had truly felt pain.

“I didn’t expect you to possess a single-unit mechanical treasure,” Luo Feng felt his blood boiling—this battle, from this moment, was finally truly exhilarating.

“All who have seen this mechanical treasure are dead.” A chilling voice emerged from the thick crimson light.

(End of Chapter)