183: The Overlord descends, suppressing the demon with a single punch.

Blackstone Star, inside the Demon Race base's main hall.

The Wolf-headed Demon General Fenrir's proud Demon God Body was currently being pinned to the ground by a Human Race youth an entire minor Realm lower than him, being frantically pummeled like a broken sandbag by a fist entwined with overbearing Divine Power.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With every punch that fell, the hard obsidian ground cracked and sank further; Fenrir's protective Devilish Qi had long since dissipated, and his bones, tougher than refined steel, let out groans of being overwhelmed.

"Im... Impossible!" Fenrir's Divine Soul roared, filled with humiliation and confusion.

He was a Demon General at the Great Perfection of Soul Transformation Stage, and his Physical Body's strength was such that he rarely met an opponent in the same Realm. Yet this youth before him clearly only had a cultivation of the Nascent Soul Late Stage, so where did that unreasonable, monstrous strength come from? This simply defied common sense! Every inch of his flesh and every bone seemed born for destruction and suppression!

"With just this little skill, you dare to bare your teeth at me?"

Chu Batian grinned, laughing with immense satisfaction. He felt every cell in his body cheering, craving this hearty, fist-to-flesh exhilaration. With one hand, he pinned Fenrir's neck down firmly, while his other fist was raised high. On his muscular arm, the golden Primordial Hegemon Body divine runes lit up, and an even more terrifying power began to gather.

"You... what kind of monster are you!" Fenrir was utterly terrified; he saw no technique in the other's eyes, only the purest, most primal violence.

"I'm your daddy, your Tyrant Grandpa!"

Chu Batian gave a loud roar, and his fist, gathering his entire body's strength, was like a falling star as it smashed heavily onto Fenrir's wolf head.

"Hegemon Fist! Sky Collapse!"

"Bang—"

A dull thud.

Fenrir's head, along with his terrified and unwilling Divine Soul, was directly reduced to dust by this punch, completely vanishing from this world.

Having dealt with his opponent, Chu Batian stood up and glanced to the side.

He saw his elder brother, Chu Tian, boredly prodding the last Nascent Soul Mid Stage Demon General with his spear tip. That Demon General was trembling all over, looking at Chu Tian as if he were a death god crawling out of Hell.

Just now, in the short dozen or so breaths while Chu Batian was fighting Fenrir, the remaining ten-odd Soul Transformation Stage Demon Generals in the hall had already been slaughtered by Chu Tian alone with his spear.

There was no world-shaking commotion, only silent streaks of gray spear light flashing by. Those arrogant Demon Generals didn't even have time to let out a scream before they, along with their souls, were turned into nothingness under the Power of Annihilation.

"Big brother, you're too fast. At least leave one for me!" Chu Batian shouldered his sky-opening tyrant axe and muttered with some dissatisfaction.

Chu Tian glanced at him and said indifferently, "You're too slow. Father said to end the battle quickly."

After saying that, he flicked the long spear in his hand, and the last Demon General followed in his colleagues' footsteps.

The two brothers looked at each other and tacitly began to scavenge the entire base. In less than half an hour, all the Demon Race on this Blackstone Star were wiped out, and even a top-grade demon crystal vein hidden deep underground was crudely dug out by Chu Batian with his axe and stuffed into his Storage Ring... Meanwhile, in another Star Domain shrouded in eerie black mist—the Ghost Mist Star.

The black mist here could isolate Divine Thought and swallow light, making it a natural hiding place. The Spider Demon General guarding this place thought he could sit back and relax, and was currently perched deep in his nest, refining a soul crystal.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck.

The Spider Demon General abruptly opened his eight compound eyes, but what he saw was a crystal-clear sword tip quietly emerging from the Void Realm.

There was no Killing Intent on the sword tip, yet it contained a sharp Sword Intent that could pierce directly into the Divine Soul's Origin.

"You..."

He only had time to utter a single word before that sword tip gave a gentle swipe.

An invisible sword scar penetrated his Physical Body and slashed directly onto his Primordial Spirit. The Spider Demon General's massive body stiffened, the light in his eight eyes quickly dimmed, and his life force was severed.

Until his death, he didn't know when the enemy had arrived, nor how they had bypassed the layers of Restriction he had set up.

Chu Lingxi, in a white dress, stepped out from the Void Realm. She glanced at the silently deceased Spider Demon General, her cold face showing no ripples of emotion. She sheathed her sword, her figure merging into the darkness once more as she began to clear the other "weeds" on this planet.

To her, killing was an art... Wind Cry Star.

This was a true forbidden zone for life; the never-ending dimensional astral winds could easily shred a Nascent Soul Cultivator's protective spiritual light.

The base established by the Demon Race here was completely huddled within a massive defensive Formation.

However, at this moment, outside that great array, another even larger and more profound Formation had appeared.

Three hundred and sixty-five Formation Flags fluttered in the wind, drawing upon the Zhou Heaven's Star Power, actually constraining and redirecting all the dimensional astral winds in this Star Domain.

"Brother, it's ready!" Chu Yuning's crisp voice rang out.

"Alright!"

In the center of the Formation, Chu Ce chuckled and suddenly performed hand seals.

"All-Heavens Slaughter, Wind Dragon's Wrath! Break for me!"

In an instant, the dimensional astral winds that had been constrained to the limit seemed to find an outlet, transforming into a terrifying Wind Dragon tens of thousands of miles long, roaring as it crashed into the Demon Race's defensive Formation.

"Rumble!"

The Demon Race's Formation lasted for only three breaths before it collapsed with a piercing sound of shattering.

Before the Demon Race inside the base could react to what had happened, Chu Yuning's voice, like a heavenly decree, descended.

"Wind, turn into blades, and slaughter them!"

Words Manifest as Law!

The endless astral winds instantly became sharper than any Sharp Weapon, turning into a blade storm that swept across the entire planet. Piercing screams echoed through the skies, only to be quickly drowned out by the sound of the wind.

The brother and sister stood in the Formation, looking at the hellish scene below, their faces wearing an indifference that didn't match their age.

When everything calmed down, Chu Ce put away the Formation Flags, and the two landed to begin gathering the spoils of war.

A moment later, at the Starry Sky Divine City, in front of the teleportation gate.

Su Qingxue looked at the seven light spots on the myriad laws celestial map representing her children. Having completed their tasks one after another in a very short time, they were now returning, and a gratified, proud smile appeared on her face.

Her children had already grown into starry sky hunters capable of standing on their own.

The Chu family's first "All-Heavens Hunt" concluded in a manner that could be called perfect.