Chapter 274: Above Crimson Feather Pass, Instant Kill of Extreme Black Hole! Violently Beating Seti

Chapter 274: Upon the Crimson Feather Pass, Instant Kill of a Limit Black Hole! Brutally Beating Saetier, the Number One Beneath the Domain Lord!

"Report—Lord Saetier!"

A black-hole-level scout of the Demon Race fell to one knee, a trace of excitement lacing his voice. "Definite news has come from the Highest Intelligence Palace of the Demon Race, passed through a chess piece planted within the Human Race and cross-verified through multiple intelligence sources.

It is confirmed that 'Crimson Feather,' the Lord of the Crimson Feather Cosmic Nation, ventured deep into the perilous lands of the 'Demon Abyss' three thousand years ago in search of an opportunity for breakthrough, and is trapped therein. Within a short period of time, it is absolutely impossible for him to return to the Crimson Feather Cosmic Nation!"

"Boom!"

A terrifying aura, extreme to the utmost, erupted violently from Saetier's canine-headed, humanoid body!

The throne beneath him, forged from the core of a neutron star, actually let out an overburdened hum under the impact of this aura at this very moment.

"Good! A fine Qin Feng! A fine Crimson Feather Cosmic Nation!"

Saetier stood up slowly, his voice low, yet containing a sky-turning fury.

That was not the joy of receiving good news, but a humiliation born from being played like a fool for a full two hundred years!

He, Saetier, a resourceful general within the Demon Race, a ruthless character who had once fought and killed a Limit Black Hole of the same level, had actually been held back here for two hundred years by a junior of the Human Race using nothing but an empty fort strategy!

During these two hundred years, he had deduced repeatedly and calculated repeatedly, always placing the variable that "the Crimson Feather Domain Lord might strike" at the forefront, not daring to make the slightest reckless move.

As it turned out, all of this was merely the opponent's bluff!

"At the end of his tether, feigning composure..."

He recalled his own initial judgment, feeling only a burning pain across his face.

"Pass down my order!"

Saetier's voice, like a cold wind from the Nine Netherworlds, instantly spread across the entire grand formation.

"Disengage from the concealment formation! Full army, advance!"

"The target—Qin Feng! And the Crimson Feather Pass behind him!"

"If he dares to fight, surround and kill him with thunderous momentum! If he retreats into the Crimson Feather Pass, then grind the man along with the pass into the dust of the universe together for me!"

"These damned humans are always so treacherous and cunning!"

With Saetier's command, the war machine that had been dormant for two hundred long years finally let out its ferocious roar!

The vast light curtain of the formation cloaking the starry sky receded like the tide.

In the next instant, seven Limit Black Hole-level auras, powerful enough to make the stars tremble, soared into the sky without reservation!

Following closely behind were over a hundred powerful pressures that likewise belonged to the black hole level!

Yeluo, son of the Stone Emperor; Heiyu, the strongman of the Crystal Race; Take, the Gold-Armored Behemoth... and those long-famed old monsters of the Limit Black Hole level behind them, all now filled with murderous intent, transformed into streaks of light that tore through the universe, descending straight upon the Crimson Feather Pass like a world-destroying meteor shower!

This force was enough to obliterate the currently heavily damaged Crimson Feather Cosmic Nation ten times over in the blink of an eye!

The sudden and shocking turn of events instantly caused the interior of the Crimson Feather Pass to boil over.

A shrill alarm echoed through the entire starry sky fortress, and countless cultivators rushed out of their cultivation chambers in panic, lifting their heads to look at the starry sky outside the pass—a sky dyed by terrifying energy into the colors of doomsday—their faces written full of despair.

Grandmaster Guhong, the Second Elder, Lei, Phantom Fox, Lin Dongsheng, and the others sitting in garrison at the core of the pass all experienced a drastic change in countenance at the same time.

"They're coming!"

The color completely drained from Grandmaster Guhong's face.

"Sev... Seven Limit Black Holes!"

The Second Elder's voice was trembling. "Over a hundred black hole levels... How... How can this possibly be blocked!"

They had originally thought that the opponent would deploy two or three Limit Black Holes at most, and by relying on the geographical advantage of the pass, they might still manage to sustain a struggle.

But the array before their eyes had utterly shattered the last shred of fluke in their hearts.

This was not a war at all; it was a slaughter with no suspense whatsoever.

...

Just at the edge of this battlefield, amidst a stretch of void that appeared to be entirely empty, an ancient-styled oiled-paper umbrella condensed from moonlight hung quietly.

Beneath the umbrella, Qianyue's exquisitely beautiful figure was faint and indistinct. The jade pendant in her hand emitted a soft glow, perfectly integrating her form and aura, along with those of the First Elder and Second Elder behind her, into the entire cosmic space. Even if the spiritual power of a Limit Black Hole swept past, it would be unable to discover any clues.

"What a grand display!"

Looking at the enemy army that resembled a passing plague of locusts, the usual playfulness on Qianyue's face had long since vanished, replaced by a look of deep solemnity.

"First Elder, who is that canine-headed leader? His aura is so incredibly domineering."

The First Elder's expression was solemn as never before. He stared fixedly at the figure rushing at the very front, saying in a heavy voice, "It's him... It's actually him! The Demon Race's 'Underworld Lord' Saetier!"

"Saetier? Is he very powerful?"

Qianyue asked curiously.

"More than just powerful!"

A trace of deep wariness carried in the First Elder's voice. "This person is a true powerhouse among Limit Black Holes! He has even slain black hole-level entities."

"What?!"

Hearing this, Qianyue could not help but be visibly moved as well.

Between Limit Black Holes, deciding victory and defeat was already extremely difficult, let alone executing a kill.

"That is still nothing."

The First Elder continued, "In his early years, his conduct was arrogant, and he once claimed to be 'the number one beneath the Domain Lord,' thereby drawing the pursuit and killing of many powerhouses, among whom were no shortage of direct disciples of Domain Lord-level existences.

In that pursuit that lasted for tens of thousands of years, everyone who hunted him died, while he, however, survived.

Although he never dared to call himself the number one since then, the terror of his strength can be seen from this. It is no exaggeration to say that even if the Nation Lord were to arrive in person, facing him, the outcome would likely be a mere fifty-fifty split."

Hearing up to this point, Qianyue fell completely silent.

"Then... Then this time we..."

"We cannot strike."

The First Elder said categorically, "With Saetier here, once we are exposed, he absolutely has the ability to annihilate us all within a short time! For us to successfully extricate ourselves from this storm would already be considered not bad."

"Then wouldn't the Crimson Feather Cosmic Nation... be finished?"

Qianyue murmured.

"Yes."

A flash of pity crossed the First Elder's gaze. "Finished. Without any suspense."

Just as Grandmaster Guhong gave way to despair, as Lei and Phantom Fox prepared to fight to the death, and as the First Elder and Qianyue had already pronounced the death sentence for the Crimson Feather Cosmic Nation—

Amidst that void enveloped by endless murderous intent, an aura that had been dormant for over two hundred years awakened violently, without any warning!

That aura, at first like a pebble cast into the ocean, was insignificant.

But in the next instant, it turned into a deep-sea wild torrent that whipped up sky-turning giant waves!

A streak of golden-red light, ignoring the terrifying pressure that was enough to tear space apart, sliced through the dark universe at an incredible speed.

It did not retreat toward the Crimson Feather Pass to seek protection; instead, it charged forward audaciously, facing the world-destroying wave of attacks head-on!

Ultimately, the streak of light came to a halt several light-years in front of the Crimson Feather Pass, standing tall upon the mandatory path of the seven Limit Black Holes and the over one hundred black hole-level powerhouses.

The radiance faded, revealing Qin Feng's tall and straight figure.

He stood alone, spear in hand, facing a massive army capable of annihilating an entire nation.

On his face, there was no trace of fear or solemnity.

All that burned within his deep, profound eyes was a scorching, extreme intensity, as if it could ignite the entire starry sky—

An endless battle intent!

...

"It's Qin Feng!"

Master Guhong's murky eyes snapped wide open, bloodshot eyeballs nearly bulging from their sockets.

His body trembled violently, his lips twitching unconsciously, and a hoarse, unintelligible sound escaped his throat, as if he were witnessing some miracle far beyond his comprehension.

Standing beside him, Huan Hu and Lin Dongsheng were in a similar state.

Huan Hu instinctively clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle the scream of sheer terror that threatened to burst forth, but her beautiful eyes were already filled with a mixture of ecstasy, shock, and an overwhelming, unshakable disbelief.

Lin Dongsheng, as if struck by an invisible thunderbolt to the crown of his head, stood frozen in place, his mind a blank slate, completely robbed of the ability to think.

None of them had expected that the "senior," who had vanished after killing Li You two hundred years ago, had never left at all!

Like the most patient hunter, he had quietly lain in wait for two full centuries in this cold, dead expanse of deep space, in a corner unnoticed by all.

Their own strength was too meager; their spiritual power could not cover such vast star domains, so they had naturally failed to detect him.

How laughable that for two hundred years, they had worried day and night over the fate of the Chiyu Cosmic Kingdom, even preparing to fight to the bitter end, unaware that the greatest variable in this starry sky, the most terrifying god of slaughter, had always been watching everything coldly from a distance of less than a few light-years.

"Qin Feng?"

Lei, standing beside Huan Hu, showed a flicker of pure bewilderment in his eyes.

The name was both familiar and strange to him.

Familiar, because it was the name of his benefactor, one he could never forget; strange, because he could not reconcile the gentle figure who had reshaped their foundations with the terrifying presence now standing alone against seven Ultimate Black Holes and over a hundred peers of the same rank, radiating boundless battle intent.

The second disciple of the Chiyu Lord, standing before him, also furrowed his brows and muttered in confusion, "Who is this man? He doesn't seem to be on the Hidden Dragon List... No, this name..."

Before he could finish, Huan Hu's voice, trembling with excitement, rang out. Forcing down the turmoil within her, she explained at breakneck speed, "Lei! Senior Second Disciple! It's him!

It's our benefactor, Qin Feng! He is now the third-ranked supreme existence on the Hidden Dragon List, hailed as the 'God of Slaughter' in the myriad-race battlefield!

Two hundred years ago at the auction, that arrogant Powerhouse-level Black Hole Li You from the Lihe Cosmic Kingdom was killed by our benefactor in a single move!"

"What?!"

Lei was thunderstruck, his mind reeling.

He stared blankly at the figure standing tall amid the sea of stars, his heart churning with turmoil.

Third on the Hidden Dragon List? God of Slaughter? Killing a Powerhouse-level Black Hole in one move? Every one of these terms represented legends, things beyond reach. He had never dreamed that these legends could overlap with the benefactor who had once healed their hidden injuries on Blue Star with the "Ten Complete Hands."

The second disciple's shock was equally immense, but as a battle-hardened Powerhouse-level Black Hole, his mind was tougher than Lei's.

After the initial shock, he immediately grasped the gravity of the situation, his face turning grim: "Killing Li You in one move shows his strength is indeed unfathomable! But... what he faces now are seven entire Ultimate Black Hole beings! Plus over a hundred Powerhouse-level and ordinary-level peers! This is a battle on an entirely different scale!"

"Yes... seven Ultimate Black Holes..."

Master Guhong finally snapped out of his initial shock, his aged face etched with anxiety.

Without a moment's hesitation, he surged with energy, unleashing the full force of his Ultimate Black Hole aura, and transformed into a streak of light, ready to charge out of the Chiyu Pass to join the fight.

In his view, no matter how strong Qin Feng was, he could never stand alone against such a terrifying lineup.

If he could go now, even if only to relieve Qin Feng of the pressure from one Ultimate Black Hole, it would be worthwhile!

But the moment he flew out of the pass, an invisible, intangible yet indestructible barrier of spiritual power loomed before him.

"Hum—"

Master Guhong's momentum came to an abrupt halt, as if he had slammed into a wall of sighs forged from cosmic wonders.

He exerted all his strength, his black hole spinning wildly within, yet he could not budge the barrier by even a hair.

It was at this moment that Master Guhong truly understood, firsthand, just how unimaginable and terrifying Qin Feng's strength had become!

This was merely a casually erected spiritual barrier!

Its density, its quality, the unyielding will it contained—all far exceeded his comprehension.

He could clearly sense that every strand of spiritual power forming this barrier was like a compressed galaxy, heavy, vast, and immovable.

His own Ultimate Black Hole-level spiritual power, before this barrier, was as insignificant as a stream compared to an ocean.

He was stopped, effortlessly stopped.

Master Guhong halted in place, his body cold, his heart churning with waves even more violent than when he had first seen Qin Feng appear.

A terrifying thought uncontrollably sprouted in his mind: Could it be... could it be that Qin Feng truly believed he could face, alone, the coalition of seven Ultimate Black Holes and over a hundred peers of the same rank?!

...

Meanwhile, in another hidden void far from the battlefield.

Qian Yue held an ancient umbrella that emitted a hazy glow, its surface swirling with mysterious runes, completely erasing her and the two elders behind her from the fabric of this universe, as if they had never existed.

Her eyes, clear as autumn waters, sparkled with intense curiosity as she studied the solitary, proud figure with keen interest.

"Grand Elder, who is this divine being? He looks... so imposing."

Her voice was crisp and pleasant, carrying a hint of girlish playfulness.

The Grand Elder of the Qiantian Cosmic Kingdom, with a stern, rigid face and a grave expression, now had eyes of unprecedented solemnity.

He fixed his gaze on Qin Feng's silhouette and spoke slowly, in a deep voice, "He is the one who, in recent centuries, rose like a comet on the Hidden Dragon List, seized the third position with thunderous momentum, and spread his fearsome reputation across the endless star sea—the 'God of Slaughter,' Qin Feng."

He paused, as if feeling this introduction was insufficient to convey the man's weight, and added, "Yue'er, remember this.

This man is the 'Empire's Champion,' who emerged from the most orthodox and brutal selection within our human empire's native system.

This title, in every generation of the genius war, is granted only to the one and only strongest.

Its value, the supreme honor and boundless potential it represents, far surpasses what the Holy Academy you are about to attend can offer. His talent... is countless times more terrifying than yours."

"Hiss—"

Qian Yue drew in a sharp breath.

Since birth, she had been the dazzling prodigy of the Qiantian Cosmic Kingdom, advancing to the Black Hole level at five thousand years old, hailed as a once-in-a-million-years genius, and had long been selected by the "Human Holy Academy" to study there, with limitless prospects ahead.

Naturally, she harbored the pride of a genius.

But the Grand Elder's words struck like a heavy hammer, shattering that pride.

Though the Human Empire and the Human Holy Academy both belonged to the highest authority of humanity, there were differences between them.

The Holy Academy was more like the empire's vast administrative and educational system extending into the endless star sea, governing billions of war zones, with an unparalleled scale.

But when it came to the core and orthodoxy, it was the heartland of the Human Empire.

Empire's Champion!

She understood all too well the weight those four characters carried.

It was the sole king who had emerged from the most elite and core group of human geniuses, through trials of blood and fire, to claim victory!

A name that shakes the Star Sea… the Empire’s foremost…

Qian Yue’s gaze shifted, from initial curiosity to pure shock and reverence.

She stared intently at the figure in the center of the battlefield, her heart brimming with anticipation.

“Then… can he defeat that dog-headed creature called Setier?”

Qian Yue couldn’t help but ask, a hint of tension in her voice.

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder fell silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head, analyzing in a highly rational tone: “Difficult. Extremely difficult. That fiend Setier has been renowned for millions of years, with a mind like a demon and cruel methods. Moreover, he has cultivated the bizarre secret arts of the Necromancer race. In terms of strength, he belongs to the very top tier among those at the Limit Black Hole level.

More importantly, he has a glorious record of single-handedly killing a Limit Black Hole of the same rank. That record speaks for itself.

Although Qin Feng is a prodigy unseen in eons, he is too young.”

The Great Elder’s tone carried a hint of regret, “According to the Empire’s public records, he is only a little over four thousand years old—a thousand years younger than you.

In such a short span of time, his accumulation is ultimately too meager.

Perhaps his foundation is solid, but what determines the combat power of a Limit Black Hole is often those top-tier secret arts that require long years to comprehend and hone.

I conclude that what he currently masters are likely only ordinary secret arts of passable power, and he has yet to touch the true core inheritance.”

“Therefore, my conclusion is that today, he might rely on a burst of sharpness to cause some trouble, but he absolutely does not possess the strength to slay a Limit Black Hole head-on.

The final outcome will most likely be his defeat and escape under the combined assault of all present, or even… if he has no trump cards, he might be killed by Setier.”

The Great Elder’s analysis was reasoned and logical, filled with the wisdom of an elder and a strongman.

Yet, as his words fell, he saw Qian Yue beside him, her beautiful eyes instantly widening to the size of saucers, her small mouth slightly open, as if she had witnessed something utterly unfathomable.

The Great Elder’s heart tightened, and he immediately cast his gaze toward the battlefield.

At that very moment, he saw a scene he would never forget.

The Qin Feng standing in the void—moved!

The ancient black long spear in his hand, Devourer, emitted a soul-shaking hum.

The streamlined silver power armor on his body, Limit, instantly lit up with billions of golden-red energy patterns on its surface, its dazzling radiance like a supernova exploding!

[The Nine Spirit Origin Diagram], Third Spirit, open!

A terrifying energy fluctuation, far beyond what anyone could imagine, erupted like the initial singularity of the Big Bang, spreading outward! Qin Feng’s entire aura surged several times over in that instant!

The next moment, his figure vanished.

No, not vanished.

It was that his speed had surpassed the limits of visual and spiritual perception for nearly all Black Hole-level beings present!

A full forty-five times the speed of light!

What absurd, what law-defying speed!

A golden-red streak of light, like a divine scalpel cutting across the canvas of the universe, ignoring space, ignoring distance, instantly appeared before the Limit Black Hole powerhouse of the Crystal Race.

“Not good!”

That Crystal Race powerhouse, a veteran renowned for tens of thousands of years with immense combat experience, felt his inner alarm scream wildly the moment Qin Feng’s aura surged. But he couldn’t make any effective reaction!

He couldn’t even fully form the thought of summoning his strongest defensive treasure in his mind.

He only saw a glint of cold light.

A glint of cold light that condensed ultimate speed and ultimate power.

[Cun Mang]!

This technique, which to others seemed simple to the point of crudeness, had, under the boost of Qin Feng’s astonishing base stats, the Twin Masks, and the terrifying amplification of the Nine Spirit Origin Diagram, transformed into a supreme killing art!

Pfft!

No earth-shattering explosion, no flashy light effects.

The crystal body of that Crystal Race Limit Black Hole powerhouse, capable of withstanding the annihilation of a star, shattered like fragile glass, struck head-on by a stellar core hurtling at forty-five times the speed of light.

Starting from his brow, his entire body, along with his indestructible soul core, was instantly annihilated, disintegrated, and vaporized.

Not a single trace of residue remained.

A Limit Black Hole had fallen!

And that golden-red streak of light, its momentum undiminished, its path unchecked, shot straight toward Heiyu, who followed close behind the Crystal Race powerhouse.

“No!!!”

Heiyu’s soul fled in terror, his guts split asunder.

He had witnessed the instant death of his own Limit powerhouse, and the fear from the depths of his soul drove him to unleash the fastest reaction of his life.

He screamed wildly, his spiritual power pushed to the extreme. In an instant, dozens of lower-level Black Hole treasures and over a dozen mid-level Black Hole treasures poured out of his storage space like scattered flowers, layering one upon another before him.

These treasures were his entire accumulation over tens of thousands of years, his last trump card for survival.

Yet all was in vain.

Before Qin Feng’s [Cun Mang], imbued with absolute power, these so-called treasures were as fragile as paper.

“Bang bang bang bang bang—”

A series of dense explosions rang out. Those treasures, shimmering with various colors, burst one after another, turning into the most brilliant fireworks in the universe.

The only effect they had was to delay Qin Feng’s fatal strike by less than a ten-thousandth of a second.

That ten-thousandth of a second decided Heiyu’s fate.

The next instant, the tip of the Devourer spear precisely touched his chest.

The fear and despair on Heiyu’s face were forever frozen.

His body, along with his soul, was instantly shredded by the terrifying force attached to the spear.

And the Devourer spear let out a joyful hum. Countless fine patterns on its shaft lit up, like a beast starved for eons, greedily devouring Heiyu’s Crystal Race flesh, composed of high-purity energy, down to the last drop.

The battle, from its outbreak to this moment, was but an instant.

On the side of the allied forces, one Limit Black Hole and one powerhouse-level Black Hole had already fallen!

The entire battlefield fell into a dead silence.

Whether it was the confident Setier, the five-universe allied forces full of assurance, the observers from the Qiantian Universe Kingdom in the distance, or Master Guhong on the Red Feather Pass, filled with utter despair…

Everyone was stunned.

Their thoughts, their cognition, their worldview—at this moment, shattered completely by Qin Feng’s unreasonable, domineering strike.

After a brief silence came Qin Feng’s wild laughter, echoing across the cosmos.

“Kill!!!”

“Since you dare to come after me, you must have already prepared to be killed!”

His laughter brimmed with endless battle intent and the arrogance of one who looks down upon the world.

His figure once again turned into a streak of light. This time, he maintained his speed at thirty times the speed of light, like a golden-red bolt of death, charging into the formation of over a hundred Black Hole-level powerhouses.

A one-sided massacre unfolded.

"Pfft!"

A powerful Black Hole-level being had just summoned his weapon, but before he could unleash his killing move, a streak of light pierced through his skull.

"Ahh!"

Three ordinary Black Hole-level beings joined forces to set up a defensive formation, only for Qin Feng to sweep them away—formation and all—with a single spear strike, turning them into a mist of blood in the air.

Qin Feng's figure flickered and darted across the battlefield. Every time he appeared, a Black Hole-level lifeform fell.

His Star-Swallowing Spear seemed to transform into the scythe of Death itself, reaping lives with cold, ruthless efficiency. Those once-arrogant Black Hole-level powerhouses, before him, were no different from lambs awaiting slaughter.

As for the remaining six Limit Black Hole-level beings, though they could barely withstand Qin Feng's onslaught with their powerful secret treasures and deep cultivation, they were steadily pushed back, battered and disheveled.

They realized with horror that every attack Qin Feng unleashed carried a terrifying force capable of threatening their very lives, forcing them to focus entirely on defense, unable to find even a sliver of opportunity to counterattack.

The scene was utterly breathtaking.

Above the Crimson Feather Pass, all the beings who witnessed this—regardless of race or cultivation level—stood frozen in stunned silence.

They had imagined countless possibilities.

Qin Feng defeated. Qin Feng fleeing. Qin Feng perishing alongside his enemies... But never had they envisioned a sight like this.

That terrifying army, composed of seven Limit Black Hole-level beings and over a hundred Black Hole-level powerhouses—enough to easily annihilate the Crimson Feather Cosmic Kingdom—was now being routed by Qin Feng alone, utterly helpless to fight back!

Countless Black Hole-level beings bled out in the void, their corpses and shattered secret treasures swept up by Qin Feng like a whirlwind, all stashed away into his possession.

Even Setir, the fearsome existence described by the Grand Elder of the Qiantian as "second only to the Domain Lord," was now being suppressed by Qin Feng, forced to wield his scepter in a desperate, frantic defense against Qin Feng's storm-like assault—raging yet powerless!

"My heavens... my heavens..."

"This... is this the strength of the third-ranked on the Hidden Dragon List? This is utterly terrifying!"

"Unimaginable... What kind of monstrous beings must the first and second on the Hidden Dragon List be?"

"..."

Above the Crimson Feather Pass, after the initial shock, countless warriors erupted into a tidal wave of discussion.

Their voices were filled with awe, fervor, and the relief of having survived a catastrophe.

Master Lone Swan stared blankly at the battlefield, a bitter expression on his aged face.

Now he finally understood why Qin Feng had set up that mental barrier to keep him out of the fight.

With his meager strength, how could he have helped Qin Feng?

He would have been nothing but a burden—a dead weight!

"Imperial Chief... Is this what the Human Empire's Chief is like?"

In the distance, Qian Yue's beautiful eyes sparkled with brilliance. She murmured to herself, "Compared to those so-called 'geniuses' in our Holy Academy... it's like... like comparing mud to clouds..."

Beside her, the Grand Elder's eyes were wide with astonishment.

He had just confidently analyzed that Qin Feng, with his shallow accumulation, was bound to lose.

And yet, Qin Feng was this formidable!

If the onlookers were this shocked, the Black Hole-level beings at the heart of the battlefield, facing Qin Feng directly, were consumed by terror and despair beyond measure.

Just as Qin Feng unleashed his full power and began his slaughter, two figures, without a moment's hesitation, fled the battle group at top speed, racing into the depths of the cosmos.

They were Yeluo, son of the Stone Emperor, and Tark, of the Golden Armored Giant Beast clan.

They were among the few who had clashed with Qin Feng multiple times and survived by sheer luck. They understood better than anyone Qin Feng's terror and his defiance of all logic.

From the Twin Rivers to the Starry Grand Formation, every time they met, Qin Feng's strength had undergone an incomprehensible leap.

The moment they saw Qin Feng kill a Crystal Clan Limit Black Hole-level being with a single spear strike, the last shred of hope in their hearts was shattered.

They instantly realized that the Qin Feng before them had grown to a level they could no longer comprehend.

If they didn't flee now, they would truly die!

Their decisive escape triggered a chain reaction.

The remaining powerful Black Hole-level beings, already terrified out of their wits by Qin Feng's slaughter, saw even the Hidden Dragon List prodigies choosing to run—how could they muster any will to fight? They scattered like startled birds.

But before Qin Feng, even escape was a luxury.

"Trying to leave? Have you asked my spear?"

Qin Feng snorted coldly, his form flickering as he unleashed [Inch Light] once more!

"Ahhh—"

A piercing cry, filled with endless pain and unwillingness, rang out.

The Golden Armored Giant Beast clan's Limit Black Hole-level being, renowned for his impenetrable defense, saw his golden armor—supposedly unbreakable—pierced through from behind by the Star-Swallowing Spear. The spear tore through his head and soul core, annihilating them utterly with terrifying energy!

The second Limit Black Hole-level being to fall!

Next came the Stone Clan's Limit powerhouse, who, in a roar of despair, was blasted into a cloud of rubble by Qin Feng's spear.

The Limit Black Hole-level beings of the Five Alliances couldn't even mount a proper resistance before Qin Feng caught up to them one by one and slaughtered them all.

In the span of a few breaths, the battlefield had transformed dramatically.

The vast coalition of seven Limit Black Hole-level beings and over a hundred Black Hole-level lifeforms—some dead, some fled—left only Setir standing alone in the void, stained with blood and energy storms.

"Such speed..."

"Such... such a pathetic secret art... This [Inch Light] is nothing but the simplest principle of acceleration... no profundity at all..."

"But... but this guy's physical constitution and mental quality are simply too terrifying!

The simplest principle of acceleration, in his hands, has been amplified to such an absurd degree!"

"This guy... the simpler and more direct the secret art, the more devastating it becomes in his hands!

He walks the path of overwhelming force—crushing all flashy tricks with absolute foundational power!"

Setir, struggling to fend off Qin Feng's attacks, roared inwardly in madness.

His worldview was violently shaken, even on the verge of collapse.

He, Setir, a prodigy of unparalleled talent, had devoted himself to studying all manner of secret arts, even risking great danger to steal the forbidden techniques of the Undead Clan and combine them with the inherited secrets of the Demon Clan. After millions of years of painstaking effort, he had achieved his current renown and power.

And what was the result?

The result was that a junior who had only entered the Black Hole level a few thousand years ago, relying on his freakish physique and mental strength, and using a secret art that Setir considered "trash" at the foundational level, could beat him black and blue?!

How could he accept this?!

Setir was on the verge of losing his mind.

He could clearly feel that every time his scepter clashed with Qin Feng's spear, an unbearable force would shake him to his very soul.

His defenses were being worn down, bit by bit. Collapse was only a matter of time.

The thought of retreat grew wildly in his heart.

"Swish—"

At that moment, a flash of ruthless determination gleamed in Setir's eyes.

He let out a sudden, furious roar, and all the runes on the ancient scepter in his hand blazed to life, radiating boundless light.

A pure yet malevolent necromantic light surged forth like a tidal wave, as if to turn this entire starfield into a realm of the dead.

This move was grand in scale and unmatched in power, appearing to be a trump card, a peerless killing technique.

Seeing this, Qin Feng instinctively slowed his assault, his gaze sharpening as he prepared to counter with all his might.

Yet, in that very instant of his pause,

the vast necromantic light suddenly contracted inward, enveloping Setir’s figure, and with a "poof," vanished into thin air.

He had fled.

This seemingly earth-shattering secret art had, at its core, served only as a short-range teleportation.

Everything was but a convincing feint for escape.

(The chapter ends)