Chapter 132: The Arrogant Crimson Feather

The bustling crowd suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at Gu Sha with looks of pure shock and disbelief. Canjian was one of the most high-profile figures among the original inhabitants of Earth following the recent global upheavals. Having been promoted by the Red-Gold Crane clan, he had announced just two days prior that he had broken through to the fourth rank of the War King level, placing him at the very forefront of the native Earthlings.

Although everyone knew Gu Sha was the first human on Earth to reach the War King level, they had assumed that given Canjian’s background, the resources he had acquired, and his access to advanced combat techniques, their encounter would be a fierce, hard-fought battle. In fact, just moments ago, some had already posted on the forums about the "Final Battle of the God of Killing," and even Canjian himself had expected the confrontation to be explosive.

However, no one had expected that before the battle could even truly begin, Canjian would be killed. In Gu Sha’s hands, he was like an ant being crushed—without even a sliver of room to resist.

"Holy shit!"

A vulgar exclamation shattered the silence, and the scene erupted into an uproar. The live-streaming channels exploded instantly.

"What the hell... is this scripted?"
"Is Gu Sha really that strong?"
"Don't call him Gu Sha, he is the God of Killing."
"Damn, this must be a performance. Canjian was trained by the Red-Gold Crane clan. Even if Gu Sha is heaven-defying, he shouldn't be able to kill Canjian in seconds, right?"
"Am I dreaming?"
"As expected, the legend remains the legend!"

Among the crowd, the shock of the transcendents was no less than that of the online viewers, and they began to discuss the event frantically.

Gu Sha glanced at Canjian’s corpse and looked toward the War King who had stood up for him earlier, asking, "What is your name?"

The War King replied excitedly, "God... God of Killing, my name is Feilong. I had the honor of receiving your guidance at the J City stronghold."

Gu Sha thought for a moment and realized, "Oh, I have a slight impression. I remember you were only a fifth-rank warrior back then, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Feilong said, thrilled. "I never imagined you would still remember me, God of Killing."

"Who are you working with now?" Gu Sha asked.

"The Flying Sword Sect," Feilong replied.

Gu Sha nodded. "Hmm, if you’re ever unhappy there, come find me. I’ll take you under my wing."

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, God of Killing! Thank you!" Feilong was overwhelmed with excitement.

Among the group of transcendents who had received Gu Sha’s guidance in J City, there were few who did not worship him. During this period, seeing Gu Sha being toppled from his pedestal had pained many of them. They hadn't realized that their idol simply didn't care about the so-called pedestal at all.

Gu Sha waved a hand at Feilong and said, "Move aside."

Though confused, Feilong obediently stepped back.

Gu Sha stomped his foot, and with a thunderous "boom," the ground trembled. He shouted loudly, "Is there anyone else tired of living? Step out and die!"

Gu Sha’s voice was thunderous, echoing through the mountains like a rolling storm, leaving many with ringing ears. Yet, at this moment, no one dared to utter a word.

Only the four War Emperors on the mountaintop watched the scene below with keen interest.

Chiyu’s expression was grim. A pair of wings manifested behind him, but he was restrained by Bai Feng, the War Emperor of the Flying Sword Sect. "Chiyu, what are you planning? Although Canjian was your man, he took the initiative to provoke and openly challenge Gu Sha. It is only reasonable that he was killed. If you intervene, it won't be in line with the rules!"

"Hmph." Chiyu shook off Bai Feng’s hand. "My people are not for him to kill. Even if Canjian provoked him, so what? That Gu Sha dared to kill in front of me—that is a slap to my face. Even if I don't kill him, I must teach him a lesson and show him what it means to be afraid!"

With a "whoosh," Chiyu spread his wings and flew down, shouting, "Gu Sha, do you know that Canjian was a member of my Red-Gold Crane clan?"

At the same time, Lin Miaoyi and the other two War Emperors descended from the mountain.

Gu Sha looked up at Chiyu, who was hovering in the air, and raised an eyebrow. "And so what?"

"Arrogant!" Chiyu sneered. "As a fellow race member, you show no regard for sentiment, killing him just because he provoked you a few times. Such cold-bloodedness proves you have fallen into the demonic path. I see you are intent on defecting to those dark tribes of the Tianyuan Realm!"

Just then, Feilong, standing nearby, frowned and shouted, "Heavenly God Chiyu, that is going too far. Canjian issued a public challenge; dying for it just means his skills were inferior. Is your Red-Gold Crane clan so noble that only you are allowed to kill, while others are forbidden from fighting back? You haven't killed anyone, have you? Does that mean you are also planning to defect to the dark tribes?"

In the sky, Chiyu glared at Feilong with murderous intent. "What are you? Do you have a place to speak here? If it weren't for the fact that you are a disciple of the Flying Sword Sect, you would be dead for your insolence. However, while the death penalty may be spared, living punishment is inevitable!"

As he spoke, Chiyu flicked his wings, and a dense barrage of light beams shot toward Feilong. The brilliant radiance erupted, blinding many onlookers as if a silver sun had exploded in the sky.

Feilong’s expression changed. He was merely at the War King level, while Chiyu was a War Emperor. Even a casual strike from him was not something Feilong could easily withstand. Furthermore, the War Emperor from his own sect, Bai Feng, showed no intention of intervening.

Feilong knew he shouldn't have offended Chiyu, but seeing the Heavenly God twist the truth and stand on a moral high ground to judge Gu Sha, he couldn't help but retaliate. He had underestimated Chiyu’s arrogance and overestimated how much weight human lives held in Chiyu’s eyes. Chiyu looked down on humans and would not tolerate the slightest disrespect.

However, just as Chiyu's attack was about to engulf Feilong, Gu Sha suddenly moved. He threw a casual punch, shattering the attack entirely. He looked up at Chiyu and said coldly, "A bird-man—before the apocalypse, you wouldn't even have been qualified to sit at my dinner table. What are you acting so noble for? As it happens, I was just thinking about having chicken wings today!"

With that, Gu Sha tapped his feet and soared into the air.

The scene fell into stunned silence.

"How does Gu Sha dare? Is he tired of living? He dares to provoke the Heavenly God Chiyu?"
"No way, has he become so inflated just from killing Canjian?"
"Gu Sha is being too reckless!"

In the live-streaming channels, the comments scrolled frantically.

"This Gu Sha, he was just asking who didn't want to live, and now it turns out he’s the one who doesn't want to live!"
"Is he seeking death?"
"The God of Killing is amazing! A mortal body, hacking down a god. Even if he can't win, it doesn't matter; he has earned his glory, haha!"
"He doesn't know his own limits. A man who gets too cocky will inevitably meet his doom..."