I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

Chu Feng walked to the foot of the statue, looked up at the blurry yet domineering face, slowly stretched out his hand, and gently touched the cold stone statue.

hum-

The instant his palm touched the statue, Chu Feng felt a blur before his eyes, and his consciousness seemed to be instantly pulled out of his body by an irresistible force.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself on a dark, dilapidated ancient battlefield.

A blood-red setting sun hung in the sky.

On the earth, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.

Countless figures clad in ancient armor, exuding an aura of terrifying power, surrounded a tall, imposing figure, trapping him in the center.

The figure's face was obscured, but he stood there quietly, unarmed, yet the fighting spirit emanating from him seemed to pierce through the heavens and earth.

It is that statue, the Desolate Emperor!

"kill!"

Suddenly, someone roared, and thousands of terrifying figures attacked simultaneously.

In an instant, various attacks imbued with the laws of the Great Dao transformed into a magnificent torrent, sweeping across the sky and engulfing the Desolate Emperor.

However, the Desolate Emperor merely snorted coldly.

He didn't use any weapons; he simply threw a punch.

"Great Wilderness Heaven-Suppressing Fist!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, no world-destroying light.

When that punch was thrown, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

That torrent of attacks, powerful enough to destroy stars, vanished like ice and snow under that single punch, instantly turning into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, he formed a hand seal, and an ancient and domineering character "荒" (huang, meaning wilderness) condensed in his palm.

"Desolate Sky Seal!"

With a single strike, the void in front of him, along with the hundreds of powerful figures whose auras were comparable to those of Saint Emperors, was instantly reduced to nothingness, leaving not even a trace.

Chu Feng's consciousness floated in mid-air, watching the scene before him in shock.

Is this the power of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?

One punch, one strike, and he can annihilate ten thousand enemies!

too strong!

The next scene shows the Desolate Emperor using only his fists to fight and slaughter his way across the ancient battlefield.

No matter how powerful the enemy, they cannot withstand a single punch from him.

Chu Feng was completely immersed in this pure and domineering battle, greedily savoring every bit of fighting spirit and technique within it.

Outside, Chu Feng's body remained in the position of touching the statue, but the fighting spirit emanating from him was surging wildly at a terrifying speed.

After an unknown amount of time, the enemies on the ancient battlefield were finally annihilated.

However, the Desolate Emperor did not show any joy. He raised his head and looked at the blood-red sky, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"The path to immortality is severed, Heaven is unjust! Since that is so, today I will use my own body to shake this unjust Heaven!"

He let out a roar that resounded through the ages, soaring into the sky and concentrating all his life's fighting spirit and power into his right fist.

"Great Wilderness Heaven-Suppressing Fist, Ninth Form!"

That punch slammed fiercely towards the invisible "sky" above.

Rumble!

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked; the entire ancient battlefield space was completely shattered by this punch.

Chu Feng's consciousness was also violently thrown back into his body by a tremendous force.

"Huff... huff..."

Chu Feng gasped for breath, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He was still replaying the scene he had just witnessed in his mind, his heart filled with endless shock.

That was a terrifying punch!

That final punch was completely beyond his comprehension.

If I could unleash that punch, let alone a Void God Realm cultivator, even a Quasi-Emperor would probably be reduced to ashes on the spot!

"This Desolate Emperor is truly a formidable figure, daring to fight against the Heavenly Dao," Chu Feng thought to himself.

Although the final result seemed to be a failure, his heroic spirit earned his admiration.

He suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind and began to carefully savor the two supreme combat techniques in his mind: the Desolate Heaven Seal and the Great Desolate Heaven-Suppressing Fist.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them.

This trip was incredibly rewarding!

"Let's go," Chu Feng said to the women.

The greatest opportunity in this temple has already been obtained by Ah Man and myself, so there's no point in staying any longer.

The group nodded and left the ancient temple.

……

Meanwhile, outside, on the floating plaza in the center of Baidi City.

With a flash of white light, Lei Dongtian's figure appeared disheveled on the square.

His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"It's the Divine Firmament Saint Son! Why is he out here too?"

"Judging from his appearance, covered in blood and barely breathing, he's clearly seriously injured!"

"Hiss! Could it be... that he was also defeated by the successor of the Human Emperor?"

The crowd discussed amongst themselves, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Chu Feng's name, which was still lit up on the screen.

"Chu Feng! I, Lei Dongtian, swear I will not rest until I have killed you!"

Hearing the surrounding whispers, Lei Dongtian felt his face burning with embarrassment. He let out a humiliating roar and then hurriedly left under the escort of the powerful figures from the Divine Firmament Holy Land.

"Hehe, this kid, by participating in the Prodigy Ranking, he's going to offend all the prodigies in the myriad realms." On a distant pavilion, Gu Santong took a swig of wine and laughed gleefully.

"A lot of lice don't itch, a lot of debt doesn't worry you." Old Black, lying at his feet, yawned and said lazily, "What's there to be afraid of? We'll just fight! Whoever chickens out is a coward!"

On the other side...

Bai Luoxue looked at the light screen, a faint smile appearing on her beautiful face.

But soon, she began to cough violently, coughing up a trace of black blood.

"Miss!" Butler Zhao, who was standing beside her, quickly stepped forward to support her, his face full of concern. "You should rest."

"It's alright." Bai Luoxue waved her hand. She looked at Chu Feng's name on the light screen, her eyes flashing, and instructed Zhao Guanfang, "Uncle Zhao, go and inform the White-Clad Guards to keep an eye on things secretly. No matter what, make sure to ensure Young Master Chu's safety before my father comes out of seclusion."

"White-clad guards?"

Upon hearing these three words, Butler Zhao's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with shock.

The White-Clad Guards are a mysterious personal guard personally trained by the city lord. Each member possesses extremely terrifying strength and is the true trump card of White Emperor City.

Unexpectedly, the young lady actually used this power for the sake of a successor to the Human Emperor.