Chapter 641

Luo Chenyu smiled faintly, and ten demonic puppets appeared at his sides.

"Since you won't come out, I'll bring my services to your door, hahaha…"

That's right…

Luo Chenyu wanted to make sure Demigod Feng Ji had nowhere to run and no retreat—only battle remained.

Indeed, fighting Demigod Feng Ji inside the city or the military camp was impractical.

So they had to take an unconventional path.

Since he dared to use public opinion to pressure him, he would have to bear Luo Chenyu's own "Zero Eight Three" public opinion pressure.

And his public opinion pressure was…

To personally show up and issue a challenge!

If Demigod Feng Ji still refused to answer the challenge, he would have to resort to even harsher measures!

"Move out!"

Luo Chenyu waved his hand, leading the ten demonic puppets in a massive procession toward the city.

………………

The city closest to the Wildlands Forest was now abuzz—not just online, but in person.

Because this was the place nearest to the "death battle."

On the streets.

Many whispered among themselves, condemning Luo Chenyu for his insolence.

"What kind of 'God of Luo'? Just a greenhorn—how dare he be mentioned in the same breath as Demigod Feng Ji!"

"Exactly! His record must be thanks to the Wild God's influence—I simply don't believe someone so young could slay a deity!"

"Not necessarily, but if he thinks he can challenge Demigod Feng Ji, I don't think he stands a chance—he's our Guardian God!"

"Honestly, I still hope the Split God steps in and teaches that overconfident Luo Chenyu a lesson!"

"Me too—I'd even go watch in person!"

……

To the city's citizens,

Feng Ji was a god.

The strongest man outside Guardian Dong Xuanmo—he was certainly no match for some upstart like Luo Chenyu.

Blind confidence stemmed from decades of battle and protection.

Perhaps this was the root of faith.

If…

Demigod Feng Ji heard these citizens' words, he'd be utterly speechless.

But now, Demigod Feng Ji had no time to care.

He was making other plans.

Plans to avoid a direct confrontation with Luo Chenyu.

Yet…

Things were not as he imagined.

As he pondered,

A thunderous sound shook the entire sky.

"Feng Ji, old coward! Since you hide like a turtle and dare not face me, don't blame me for storming your camp—if anything happens, you bear full responsibility!"

The echo still reverberated through the sky.

Everyone was drawn by the voice.

Their gazes turned beyond the high walls.

There they saw…

A colossal dragon hung in the sky, its crimson scales gleaming brilliantly under the sun.

Standing atop the dragon's head was a figure, face obscured—but the fearsome wolf-tooth club in hand made his identity clear… 0

That was…

Luo Chenyu!!!

In an instant…

The city erupted in a storm of shouts.

Some extremists even tried to rise into the air to confront Luo Chenyu.

But before they could get close, a powerful force repelled them.

At that moment,

Demigod Feng Ji, inside the camp, frowned.

He finally felt the overwhelming pressure emanating from Luo Chenyu.

A faint yet piercing divine sense had locked onto him.

He knew…

The most humiliating path—fleeing—was no longer open.

Beyond Luo Chenyu's lock, he sensed ten other overwhelming auras pinning him down, accompanied by boundless spatial pressure.

That meant…

Even escaping via the Fashi Sect was impossible.

"Is there truly no path left but this one?"

Feng Ji never imagined that Luo Chenyu would truly disregard the trend of public opinion and force him into a city battle.

If he didn't go, the reputation he had built up over a lifetime would likely be lost, and besides, the other party had come to his door to provoke him—if he still didn't go out, that simply wasn't his character.

If he went, regardless of how the battle ended, he would be the loser!

He knew that if he wanted to defeat Luo Chenyu, there was no other way but to use that crystal.

Just as Feng Ji was torn, an eerie voice suddenly rang in his ear.

"You need my help, Feng Ji."