Chapter 253: Qin Feng Takes Action! Instant Kill of All Enemies! Po Suo Flower Blooms!

Chapter 253: Qin Feng Strikes! Slaying All Enemies! The Sorrowful Blossom Blooms! The Son of the Stone Emperor!

The icy voice of that crystalline clan powerhouse echoed across the not-so-wide platform, carrying an innate arrogance, as if delivering a final ultimatum to an ant that could be crushed at will.

His voice did not vibrate through the air, but instead resounded directly in Qin Feng's mind through a peculiar spiritual resonance, sharp and piercing.

"Leave, or die!"

The Fire Pig clan powerhouse stood by in silence, but the greedy gleam flickering in its small eyes, along with its slight half-step backward, yielding the main position to the crystalline clan powerhouse, clearly revealed its stance.

It was delighted to see this powerful and arrogant crystalline clan member make the first move, allowing it to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, or at least claim a share of the spoils.

However, they were not facing an ordinary galactic-level warrior.

Almost the instant those words left the crystalline clan member's mouth, Qin Feng's entire aura exploded violently.

Without a moment's hesitation, without a single superfluous word.

In a life-and-death place like the Myriad Races Battlefield, any verbal exchange seemed pale and futile; only the most direct and purest force was the sole truth that decided everything.

"Wooom—!"

The "Limit" Tianyan Alloy Power Armor he wore blazed with blue-gold light on its surface, reaching an extreme intensity in a split second, as if a miniature star had been ignited in an instant.

Inside the armor, countless energy circuits overloaded, pouring vast energy into every limb and bone of Qin Feng, perfectly merging with his own boundless, ocean-like spiritual power.

The next moment, Qin Feng's figure vanished from where he stood.

It was not a spatial jump, but pure, extreme speed!

The crystalline clan powerhouse's compound eyes, composed of countless tiny facets, contracted sharply. The last image it captured was merely a fading blue-gold afterimage.

Then, an indescribable, terrifying pressure, like billions of tons of seawater, crushed in from all directions.

Ninth-level killing technique, *Heaven-Splitting*!

Although Qin Feng had only just cultivated this supreme killing technique to the minor achievement stage, far from being able to condense a true "Heaven-Splitting Domain," its minor achievement power already revealed a world-shattering ferocity.

A vast, viscous force field instantly enveloped all surrounding space.

The air seemed to solidify into amber.

That crystalline clan powerhouse felt as if its body were being suppressed by an invisible divine mountain; every movement became immensely difficult, the flow of energy within its body forcibly suppressed by at least thirty percent.

Even the operation of its spiritual power showed obvious stagnation.

Such was the absolute suppression brought by a top-tier killing technique!

Before it could mount an effective response to this sudden force field suppression, a spear light that pierced heaven and earth had already filled its entire field of vision.

Qin Feng's figure re-materialized before it. In his hand, the pitch-black spear named "Star-Swallower" now gathered a point of extreme darkness at its tip, as if it could devour even light itself.

Behind him, the phantom of the [Indestructible Tower], towering millions of light-years high and unimaginably magnificent, flashed and vanished—though only a fleeting glimpse, it brought a tremor and pressure that originated from the deepest soul!

It was a pure, crushing gap in the foundation of the Dao!

"No..."

The crystalline clan powerhouse only had time to let out a desperate mental howl before Qin Feng's attack landed.

This spear strike was heavy and powerful, returning to simplicity.

No flashy techniques, only the purest union of strength and will.

The spear tore through the viscous force field, trailing a series of muffled sonic booms, and struck with pinpoint accuracy at the core of the crystalline clan powerhouse's chest.

"Crack—!"

What truly proved fatal was not the physical blow.

The moment the spear tip pierced its body, Qin Feng's terrifying spiritual power—refined over a hundred years of arduous cultivation, its density increased tenfold—poured out like a bursting flood, flowing without reservation along the shaft of the Star-Swallower Spear.

This spiritual power was condensed, domineering, carrying the supreme killing intent honed from slaying countless powerful enemies. In an instant, it shattered the crystalline clan member's spiritual defenses and brutally invaded its soul origin.

No scream, no struggle.

Under this irresistible spiritual impact, the crystalline clan member's soul was completely scoured and annihilated in a mere instant, reduced to pure nothingness.

From existence to non-existence, it took less than a thousandth of a second.

Its physical body still retained the horrified posture of its final moment, but the flame of its soul within had been utterly extinguished.

Qin Feng slowly withdrew the Star-Swallower Spear, gazing at the intact crystalline corpse before him, a ripple of emotion stirring within him.

"The crystalline clan's physical body is indeed terrifying," he murmured to himself.

With his spiritual perception, he could clearly detect the exquisite and complex internal structure of this crystalline body.

Countless tiny crystals were arranged and combined in an unimaginably precise manner, forming natural energy circuits and force field structures—as if thousands of miniature formations were inscribed within a flesh-and-blood body.

This structure allowed them to conduct and utilize energy with maximum efficiency and endowed them with unparalleled physical defense.

"Such an innate talent is indeed formidable. At the same cultivation level, human warriors can hardly match them in physical strength."

Qin Feng's gaze held a hint of scrutiny and admiration.

The universe was vast, with myriad races standing tall; every powerful race that could hold its own in the starry sea had its unique strengths. This innate advantage was something humans could never achieve through any amount of effort.

Yet, in the next second of his contemplation, a sudden change occurred.

The Star-Swallower Spear in his hand emitted a faint hum, and the deep patterns on its shaft seemed to come alive, generating a powerful, greedy suction force.

This suction precisely targeted the crystalline corpse.

The massive crystalline body began to rapidly decompose and dissolve from the breach made by the spear, transforming into streams of radiant energy that were continuously devoured by the Star-Swallower Spear.

The process was silent and eerie; within just a few seconds, the crystalline clan's physical body—a material worthy of top-tier artifact forging—had vanished without a trace.

After the devouring was complete, the power of the Star-Swallower Spear was noticeably enhanced!

The spear shaft became heavier, and between its ancient patterns, many naturally formed formation lines similar to those inside the crystalline body appeared, shimmering with a faint glow.

Qin Feng could clearly sense that the spear's hardness, energy conduction efficiency, and even its armor-piercing ability had all visibly improved.

It had evolved.

"A Tianyan Weapon!"

The Fire Pig clan cultivator, who had originally been watching from the sidelines, saw this scene and its small eyes instantly bulged, its pupils filled with extreme terror and horror.

It shrieked, its voice trembling uncontrollably.

As a galactic-level powerhouse who had roamed the cosmos for years, it had heard of legendary weapons like the "Tianyan Weapon."

These were supreme treasures capable of evolving and growing by devouring all things; each possessed infinite potential, coveted by any powerhouse.

The seemingly ordinary human before it was not only powerful enough to kill a crystalline clan member in one strike but also wielded a Tianyan Weapon!

But at this moment, all greed in the Fire Pig clan cultivator's heart was replaced by boundless fear.

The gap between it and this human was enormous!

Without a moment's hesitation, the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

The Fire Pig cultivator let out a roaring cry, opening its maw wide to sacrifice a galaxy-grade alloy flying dagger that gleamed with a chilling, baleful light.

This flying dagger was a trump card it had acquired at an immense cost, incomparably sharp and astonishingly swift.

Yet, its purpose in unleashing the weapon was not to assault Qin Feng, but to bind him in place!

"Swoosh!"

The dagger transformed into a grim streak of cold brilliance, shooting toward Qin Feng's face at a treacherous angle, intending to force him onto the defensive and buy itself even a fleeting heartbeat of time to escape.

The very instant the dagger left its grasp, the cultivator's bloated form spun violently, bursting forth with an astounding speed entirely at odds with its massive bulk, as it fled frantically toward the toxic mists of the Suspended Mountain without once looking back.

The flying dagger streaked across the sky, like a bolt of silver lightning ripping through the firmament.

Not a single ripple altered the depth of Qin Feng's gaze.

Confronted by this incoming lethal strike, he did not so much as shift his stance; with a mere flick of his wrist, the Star-Devouring Spear in his hand transformed into a black dragon, striking late but arriving first to precisely pierce the very tip of the flying dagger.

"Clang!"

A crisp snap echoed as the sturdy galaxy-grade alloy dagger proved as brittle as rotten wood before the Star-Devouring Spear, which carried the lethal force of the Heaven-Cleaving Art.

The dagger began to fracture inch by inch from its tip, disintegrating into a cloud of metallic powder in an instant.

Immediately following this, the devouring power of the Star-Devouring Spear activated once more, swallowing the high-density alloy dust whole.

Having concluded this, Qin Feng cast a fleeting glance toward the direction where the Fire Pig cultivator had vanished, yet he made no move to pursue.

To him, a Fire Pig that had lost its will to fight held far less value than the eight impending, ripening Void-Mystic Fruits.

His objective had remained perfectly clear from beginning to end: to plunder every resource capable of elevating his own strength.

Hunting down an inconsequential character was purely a waste of time.

He turned, pacing slowly toward the peculiar fruits growing within the void.

His spiritual force reached out gently like a tender, invisible hand, carefully lifting the eight Void-Mystic Fruits—each radiating spatial fluctuations—from their stems, before placing them one by one into his sub-space storage unit.

Throughout the entire process, his movements were exceptionally gentle, making him seem a completely different person from the thunderous, single-strike executioner of a moment ago.

"To think that devouring the physical body of the Crystal Race could bring such a massive upgrade to the Heavenly Evolution Weapon."

After properly securing the Void-Mystic Fruits, Qin Feng stroked the cold shaft of the Star-Devouring Spear, sensing the joy and exhilaration transmitting from within it, and could not help but marvel to himself once more.

"This sort of elevation seems to be a fundamental completion of its essence.

The natural formation structures within the Crystal Race's body were perfectly replicated and optimized by Star-Devourer.

If I have the chance to encounter the Crystal Race again, I could let 'Limit' consume some as well, to see if the power armor might obtain a similar upgrade."

Qin Feng murmured in his heart as a clear realization surfaced.

He was gradually uncovering some of the unique traits of the Heavenly Evolution Weapon.

This weapon did not simply consume anything; it possessed its own specific "diet."

Just like during the Genius Battle, where he had encountered countless creations of the Mechanical Race, the Star-Devouring Spear had shown absolutely no interest in them.

Even when facing galaxy-grade Mechanical Race entities previously, the Star-Devouring Spear had remained indifferent.

He surmised this was likely because the strength of those ordinary mechanical creations lay within their integrated spiritual control cores and powerful mechanical intelligence, rather than the manufacturing materials themselves.

After all, many armies of the Mechanical Race pursued numerical superiority, fashioning their creations from local materials on ordinary resource planets where they could only find common metals; truly rare cosmic alloys remained exceedingly scarce.

The physical body of the Crystal Race and that galaxy-grade flying dagger were entirely different; they were inherently composed of matter with extremely high energy density and special structures, which was the true "food" the Heavenly Evolution Weapon craved.

With this point clarified, Qin Feng lingered no longer.

He discerned his direction and continued to scale upward along the steep mountain cliff.

The higher one climbed the Suspended Mountain, the denser the enveloping toxic mist became, and the spiritual erosion it contained multiplied geometrically.

Concurrently, the spatial structure grew increasingly unstable, with spatial tears frequently manifesting out of thin air.

Yet none of this posed a significant threat to Qin Feng.

Even if the protection granted to him by the Fire Cow Race were to vanish, he still possessed the shield of the Imperial Chief Medal.

Time flowed slowly amidst this monotonous climbing and searching.

...

Six months later.

Qin Feng had arrived at the upper-middle region of the Suspended Mountain.

During these six months, he had engaged in several minor battles, slaying a few blind alien entities, and leveraging his advantage of ignoring the toxic mist to sweep up a vast quantity of natural treasures.

The number of Void-Mystic Fruits in his possession had already reached one hundred and thirty-seven.

Just as the intelligence had stated, the density of the Void-Mystic Fruits increased with the altitude of the Suspended Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, one might find it difficult to locate a single fruit within a hundred miles, whereas here, discoveries could be made almost every short distance.

On this day, while Qin Feng was taking a brief respite within a cavern, a peculiar fluctuation suddenly drew his spiritual force.

He immediately extended his spiritual force along the source of that fluctuation, investigating with great caution.

Soon, a bizarre spectacle manifested within his perception.

Inside a massive crater valley roughly several hundred kilometers ahead, a large gathering of galaxy-grade entities had actually converged, numbering at least forty to fifty upon a rough count.

These powerhouses from various races currently occupied distinct positions within the valley, maintaining a delicate state of vigilance and equilibrium among themselves.

The gaze of every single individual was focused, without exception, on the absolute center of the valley.

There, a gargantuan, budding flower roughly the size of a house floated silently in mid-air.

The flower’s entire form displayed a dreamlike, glazed coloration, with seven-colored celestial light swirling across the bud; every slight twitch it made caused the surrounding space to ripple.

The peculiar fluctuation that had drawn Qin Feng's spiritual force originated precisely from this giant flower.

At the same time, Qin Feng noted that the toxic mist invasion within this valley was more than ten times more violent than anywhere he had previously traversed!

The dark green toxic mist, which had almost materialized into a solid state, seemed alive as it frantically seeped into the bodies of all the living entities within the valley, corroding their spiritual force.

The vast majority of the forty to fifty galaxy-grade entities present were gritting their teeth to endure it.

Energy shields of various hues surfaced on the exteriors of their bodies, or they activated their respective secret arts, striving with all their might to resist the erosion of the toxic mist.

Even so, Qin Feng could still clearly perceive that their spiritual force was being continuously and steadily whittled away.

Among them, only a single entity appeared exceptionally at ease.

He hid behind the shadow of a colossal boulder, his body enveloped in a faint silver glow that sealed out all the toxic mist.

That was evidently a secret treasure specifically designed to protect against spiritual erosion.

As Qin Feng's spiritual force swept past that figure, an amused smile could not help but play upon his lips.

For he was no stranger to that hiding fellow; it was precisely the Fire Pig cultivator who had been frightened out of his wits by him six months ago and had fled in wretched

Qin Feng’s mind rapidly sifted through his vast repository of cosmic knowledge, now no less than a living encyclopedia, having once crammed every scrap of lore from the forums.

Soon, a name perfectly matched the image of the colossal flower before him.

“Posa Flower…”

Even with his current temperament, recognizing the flower’s origin sent a violent tremor through his heart.

The Posa Flower—one of the supreme celestial treasures in the universe!

Its effect was singular, yet enough to drive any galaxy-level, or even black-hole-level, powerhouse to madness: while increasing total mental power, it also enhanced the “quality” of that mental power!

As everyone knew, when mental power was tempered a thousand times and finally turned pure gold, it reached the limit of the current life level.

This signified that the “density” and “purity” of mental power had attained perfection.

To further elevate the quality of mental power beyond this, causing an essential transformation, one could only rely on elusive fate and luck.

Each elevation in quality meant that a martial artist, when breaking through to a higher realm, possessed greater capital and a higher success rate.

And cosmic wonders that could directly improve mental power quality were each legendary in their own right.

The Posa Flower was one of them!

Without exaggeration, the value of this single Posa Flower was a hundred, a thousand times more precious than all the Kongxuan Fruits on this entire floating mountain combined!

No wonder these galaxy-level experts, risking severe damage to their mental power source, waited here bitterly for the Posa Flower to bloom.

If word spread, even black-hole-level beings would come to fight for it!

Suppressing his excitement, Qin Feng once again extended his mental power like an invisible spiderweb, swiftly and covertly sweeping across the entire valley to conduct a more detailed assessment of the competitors present.

This time, his mental power paused for a moment in a corner.

There, stood a pitch-black humanoid creature, as if carved from the purest obsidian.

Its form resembled a human’s, but its surface shimmered with an eerie light that devoured rays, and in its eyes burned two blazing purple flames, exuding a terrifying aura that chilled the heart.

When Qin Feng’s mental power swept over it, a line of information clearly appeared on the “Cosmic Will” panel linked to him. 【Hidden Dragon List】

【Rank 927: Yeluo】

【Race: Stone Clan】

【Introduction: Son of the Stone Clan’s Immortal King, “Stone Emperor” Yeyun.】

【Latest Achievement: Single-handedly slew seventeen galaxy-level veterans of the human “Thunderbolt War Legion” in open combat.】

【…】

“A Hidden Dragon List prodigy… the Stone Emperor’s son?!”

Qin Feng murmured to himself, his gaze instantly turning grave.

This Stone Clan prodigy named Yeluo ranked a full sixty places higher on the Hidden Dragon List than the mechanical clan prodigy “Kuangye” he had encountered before.

Though the Hidden Dragon List focused more on potential and foundation than on actual combat strength, this ranking still spoke volumes.

Especially that latest achievement, which placed immense pressure on Qin Feng.

Slaying seventeen galaxy-level veterans of the human Thunderbolt War Legion!

The Thunderbolt War Legion was one of the most renowned legions in the human empire, and every veteran among them was an elite forged through seas of blood and mountains of corpses, with incomparably rich combat experience and a knack for coordinated attacks.

Ordinary galaxy-level experts, facing a tactical squad of three to five such veterans, would only be surrounded and killed.

Yet this Yeluo had single-handedly slain seventeen!

That was nearly wiping out an entire elite squad of interstellar warriors, well-equipped and perfectly coordinated, all by himself.

The terror of his strength was self-evident.

The four words “Stone Emperor’s son” also carried immense weight.

The Stone Clan’s inheritance relied mainly on a source substance called “Stone Blood.”

That is, the offspring of powerful parents had a high probability of directly inheriting their parents’ formidable bodily structures and innate abilities.

This stone man named Yeluo, with his pitch-black light that devoured rays and blazing purple flames in his eyes, gave off a terrifying sense of immovable mountain and raging fire just by standing there.

However, Qin Feng keenly noticed that even someone as strong as Yeluo was also suffering the valley’s poisonous mist’s continuous erosion.

The light-devouring black glow on his surface was being worn away and dissolved by the mist at a rate imperceptible to the naked eye.

Presumably, after roaming the cosmic star sea for years, the mental-protection treasures he carried had long been exhausted.

Noticing this, Qin Feng quickly formed a plan.

He did not rush to reveal himself, nor did he act rashly.

There were too many experts present, including a formidable opponent from the Hidden Dragon List.

Charging in head-on was far from wise.

The best approach was to wait.

Wait for the moment the Posa Flower fully bloomed, and also for the moment when everyone’s condition had sunk to its lowest due to the mist’s erosion.

Qin Feng silently retreated to a more hidden hollow, sitting cross-legged.

He split off a thread of mental power to constantly monitor every move in the valley, while sinking his entire mind into his body, beginning to silently circulate the “Ten Complete Hands.”

He took out the over one hundred Kongxuan Fruits he had harvested earlier, one by one, and using the heaven-defying method of the Ten Complete Hands, began to efficiently digest and absorb them.

Pure and vast energy flowed through his body, continuously transformed, steadily increasing his mental power density.

Time, in this silent waiting and rapid improvement, trickled away drop by drop.

The atmosphere in the valley grew increasingly oppressive.

During this period, several galaxy-level experts, unable to withstand the mist’s erosion and with mental power nearly exhausted, reluctantly chose to retreat.

Others, due to prolonged mental consumption, lost their minds, had the mist invade their source, went berserk, wildly attacked surrounding beings, and were eventually killed by other experts, reduced to dust.

…

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the valley, the original forty or fifty galaxy-level martial artists now numbered fewer than thirty.

And those who remained were all weak in aura, dispirited, their condition far worse than two months ago.

Their mental power, under months of continuous attrition, had been heavily drained; many had even begun to use their source to maintain consciousness.

Even the strongest, the Stone Emperor’s son Yeluo, was now far from his initial vigor.

The purple flames in his eyes had dimmed considerably.

And just then, Qin Feng, who had been silently cultivating, slowly opened his eyes.

In the depths of his gaze, it seemed as if billions of stars were born and died.

After two months of fully digesting and absorbing over a hundred Kongxuan Fruits, his total mental power had actually doubled again!

If before, his progress in forging the “Eternal Singularity” was 1%, then now, that progress bar had been forcibly pushed forward to two percent!

Do not underestimate this mere one percent increase.

For his terrifying “Eternal Singularity,” every tiny step forward represented a colossal leap in strength.

Other races possessed their own methods of cultivation, but their ultimate goal remained the achievement of a mental singularity, thereby devouring infinite knowledge.

In terms of Dao foundations, Qin Feng's Eternal Dao Foundation was a dime a dozen in the Cosmic Talent Battle, yet on the Myriad Races Battlefield, it was that of a top-tier prodigy!

Though the progress was a mere one percent, this sliver of advancement was already equivalent to a full hundred percent—or even more—for an ordinary martial artist!

Among the numerous beings present, only the son of the Stone Emperor possessed a foundation that could be mentioned in the same breath as Qin Feng's Eternal Singularity Foundation.

"The time is just about ripe."

Qin Feng murmured to himself, his gaze shifting once more toward the interior of the valley.

His mental force swept across the field yet again.

This time, he could perceive the weakness of all the entities present with far greater clarity.

Many belonged to weak cosmic races like the Fire Ox and Fire Pig clans; their killing techniques were incredibly crude, their foundations unstable, and under the erosion of the toxic mist, their current combat strength was likely less than half of their prime.

His gaze finally settled upon Yeluo, the son of the Stone Emperor.

Qin Feng could distinctly feel that Yeluo's mental force, which had originally been as heavy and stagnant as a mountain, was now like a dam subjected to constant washing, suffering a colossal depletion.

"Right now, in terms of pure mental strength, he probably can't match me anymore."

Within his heart, Qin Feng made a calm and precise judgment.

As one waxed and the other waned, the scales of victory were tilting slowly toward his side.

Several days later, the storm of mental force that hovered around the mountaintop, nearly condensing into physical substance, finally welcomed its final and most magnificent climax.

The genesis of it all sprang from a faint, crisp sound, as though glass were fracturing.

The sound was not loud, yet it was like a pebble cast into a tranquil lake, instantly whipping up monstrous waves across this deathly silent peak shrouded in venomous fog and greed.

Every struggling Galactic-level entity, no matter how severely their mental force had been eroded, snapped their eyes open at this very instant, bloodshot veins and longing intertwining in their pupils as they stared fixedly at the core of the storm.

The Po Suo Flower was about to bloom.

The final layer of crystalline membrane enveloping the bud manifested web-like fissures following that crisp crack.

Immediately after, thousands of strands of radiant, auspicious light burst forth from the cracks, each seemingly containing a newborn miniature universe where galaxies swirled and bizarre spectacles shifted.

This light did not merely illuminate; it possessed a bizarre, penetrating quality.

As it swept across the churning grey mist, the toxins that could easily erode the mental bodies of Galactic-level powerhouses actually made a sizzling sound, melting and purifying in large swathes like snow meeting a blazing sun.

An absolute realm of purity, centered around the Po Suo Flower, was forcibly carved out.

Next, the petals began to unfurl.

Its blooming was not like that of an ordinary flower, opening sequentially from the inside out, but rather in a posture that defied conventional logic, extending simultaneously and perfectly into four-dimensional space.

The first petal unfolded, displaying a profound, chaotic hue akin to the dawn of the universe; the patterns upon it were not static but fluid and ever-changing, as if evolving the supreme laws of all creation.

Merely gazing upon this petal was enough to make one feel tempestuous waves rising within their mental sea, as countless stray thoughts were forcibly washed away.

The second petal followed closely, its color a pure gold, resembling the tempered essence of Qin Feng's Imperishable Tower.

Within this golden hue lay a hint of eternal immortality, seemingly representing the pinnacle of quality that mental force could touch after accumulating quantitative changes to the absolute limit.

The third petal, the fourth petal...

The unfurling of each petal was accompanied by the diffusion of an increasingly massive mental spiritual energy field.

This field was not the viscous oppression of Qin Feng's "Heaven Opening" killing technique, but a grand, encompassing, yet supremely majestic guidance.

It was like a joyless, sorrowless cosmic deity, softly chanting an ancient hymn of the birth of mental force.

Within this hymn, all the entities present felt their mental cores resonate uncontrollably, as though about to be assimilated and refined by it.

This was both a supreme opportunity and a fatal temptation.

Those entities whose mental forces were already depleted felt the greed in their eyes grow more incandescent under the impact of this colossal spiritual energy, their reason utterly crushed.

"The Po Suo Flower is mine!"

A foreign being covered in bone spurs was the first to roar, its massive frame turning into an afterimage as it rushed recklessly toward the peerless, miraculous flower currently in bloom.

Its movement was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.

"Get lost!"

"Whoever dares contend with me shall die!"

In an instant, energy flashed violently atop the mountain, and the din of battle shook the heavens.

Dozens of Galactic-level powerhouses who had endured for months erupted completely at this moment, pouring all their power and wrath upon any potential competitor around them.

Saber light, sword shadows, torrents of energy, and mental impacts... various crude or exquisite killing techniques clashed frantically within the cramped space, every collision stirring up a violent energy storm that blasted deep craters into the incredibly hard rocky ground of the peak.

Amidst the chaos, the all-pervasive toxic mist became even more lethal.

After clashing heavily with an opponent, a powerhouse's figure stiffened for a fraction of a second; it was this exact point-zero-one second flaw that allowed the toxic mist, which had been eroding him all along, to instantly find a breakthrough and flood his mental core.

His eyes lost focus instantly and his movements slowed, an opportunistic window his opponent would not waste, as a battle-axe split his skull open in a flash.

Blood and shattered bone splattered, yet not a single being looked aside.

Everyone had fought themselves red-eyed; they knew all too well that here, any shred of hesitation or mercy spelled death.

Hiding in the distance, Qin Feng's expression remained entirely unruffled.

His Imperial Chief Medal perfectly isolated the toxic mist, as well as that spiritual energy field of the Po Suo Flower capable of shaking one's sanity.

He was like the calmest hunter, silently watching this bloody colosseum before him, his brain operating and calculating at lightning speed.

"The melee has begun, thirty-seven Galactic-level entities."

"The erosion effect of the toxic mist is intensifying; during intense combat, the rate of mental force consumption is over ten times faster than usual."

"The first to fall is that Undead race member; plenty of defense, insufficient speed, making it the perfect target in a chaotic brawl."

"That Bat-winged race member won't last either; their mental force was already bottoming out, and now they rely entirely on burning their life source to hold on, able to last three minutes at most."

Qin Feng's gaze was like the most precise instrument, sweeping through every corner of the battlefield.

Whose breathing faltered, whose energy fluctuations began to decay, whose killer move betrayed an imperceptible stagnation—none of it could escape his perception.

He was like an observant Grim Reaper, silently drawing crosses representing death next to each of these so-called powerhouses in his mind.

Time flowed rapidly amidst this bloody slaughter.

Half an Imperial Hour passed, and the entities still standing on the field had sharply dwindled to fewer than ten.

And these remaining few were all wounded, their auras withered, clearly at the end of their ropes.

Their attacks were no longer as wild as at the beginning, turning instead more cautious and lethal, for everyone knew that any mistake now would mean absolute damnation.

One Imperial Hour elapsed precisely.

As the final dull thud of a collision sounded, a massive frame crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a sky full of dust.

Upon the mountaintop, a bizarre silence finally returned, leaving only the sound of heavy, ragged breathing.

At this moment, only a single figure remained standing.

That stone statue, completely pitch-black as if it could swallow all light, stood quietly amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

His eyes, burning with raging purple flames, swept coldly over the surrounding fallen corpses, before gazing greedily yet exhaustedly at the Po Suo Flower, which had now fully bloomed and was beautiful beyond the mortal realm.

All living beings on the field, save for the Son of the Stone Emperor, had fallen.

Of course, this was without counting the hidden observers.

Including the Fire Boar cultivator concealed in the crevice of another rock, and Qin Feng lurking like a specter, there were actually three living beings still present on this battlefield.

Just as Yeluo, the Son of the Stone Emperor, moved with heavy steps to claim the fruits of victory, a sinister, eerie laugh rang out without warning from the shadows nearby.

“Hehehehe… As expected of the Son of the Stone Emperor, truly formidable. Alone, you’ve swept away all the small fry.”

Yeluo’s body stiffened abruptly, his pupils burning with purple fire contracting sharply as he fixed his gaze on the direction of the voice.

He saw the Fire Boar cultivator he had long sensed but believed to be half-dead from the poisonous mist, now stepping leisurely from behind a massive boulder.

On his seemingly honest face hung an expression of cunning and cruelty utterly at odds with his appearance.

Most crucially, though his aura had also suffered some depletion, it was far superior to Yeluo’s, who had just endured a bloody battle and been eroded by the poisonous mist for months.

He had been hiding in the shadows all along, using some secret treasure to ward off most of the mist’s assault!

“Heh, Son of the Stone Emperor, Yeluo.”

The Fire Boar cultivator walked, eyeing Yeluo with the gaze of one admiring a work of art, his voice emitting a grating laugh, “Did you ever imagine you would fall here, at the hands of a nobody like me?”

Yeluo said nothing, only letting the dark light around him flicker faintly as he watched his opponent warily.

The energy within him churned wildly, trying to squeeze out the last shred of power.

The Fire Boar cultivator clearly saw through his outward strength and inner weakness, laughing even more smugly: “Don’t waste your strength.

Now, your spiritual power is less than one ten-thousandth of its peak; standing at all is already a testament to your will.

To personally slay a prodigy from the Hidden Dragon List—hahaha—now my name, ‘Tu,’ can ascend that radiant list as well!”

Before the words faded, the Fire Boar cultivator named Tu moved.

His bulky frame erupted with astonishing speed, stirring a stench of blood as he charged fiercely at the Son of the Stone Emperor, who was already spent.

Yeluo let out a suppressed roar, forced himself to muster a breath, and swung a fist formed of rock to meet the attack.

“Boom!”

The fists clashed, producing a thunderous sound.

Yet the result made even Qin Feng, watching from afar, raise an eyebrow slightly.

Yeluo’s indestructible stone fist, at the moment of collision, cracked with a sharp “crack,” splintering into several fissures.

His massive body was knocked backward by the immense force, each step leaving a deep imprint on the hard ground.

In contrast, the Fire Boar cultivator Tu merely swayed slightly before pressing forward again, launching a storm of relentless attacks.

In an instant, the situation had completely reversed.

The once lofty Son of the Stone Emperor, seen as the greatest threat, was now being utterly suppressed by an obscure Fire Boar cultivator.

This was ample proof of how severely the poisonous mist had weakened Yeluo.

His proud, formidable physique, inherited from the Stone Emperor, could no longer display its true power when his spiritual energy had greatly declined and he could not perfectly channel his inner energy.

(End of chapter)