Chapter 288: God-Forbidden Domain! Beheading Tens of Thousands of Extreme Black Holes, Instant Kill

Chapter 288: The Divine Forbidden Realm! Slaughtering tens of thousands of Limit Black Holes, executing five Domain Lords in a heartbeat! The Fierce God’s name shakes the universe.

The great war erupted in an instant!

Facing a destructive onslaught capable of erasing an entire galaxy, Qin Feng’s face remained devoid of fear or panic.

Instead of retreating or mounting a defense, he moved at the very moment the torrent of annihilation was about to descend.

Qin Feng’s figure instantly transformed into a streak of light, a sliver of brilliance so swift it defied the naked eye!

He charged headlong into the cataclysmic tide, surging against the current to strike deep into the enemy’s ranks!

The sight left everyone stunned.

Had he gone mad?!

Yet, the next moment, every living soul realized that it was not Qin Feng who was mad, but they themselves, for foolishly attempting to measure the terror of the Divine Forbidden with mere numbers.

"Pfft!"

A flash of blood erupted.

Qin Feng first appeared before a battle formation composed of twelve Limit Black Hole powerhouses.

His Star-Swallowing Spear seemed to ignore the distance of space, piercing directly through the skull of the leader.

Before the savage grin on the leader’s face could even fade, his entire body shattered into a mist of blood.

His black-gold spiritual energy, like an invisible domain, had already enveloped the squad.

Under the crushing weight of this power, the remaining eleven felt their souls pinned by an ancient divine mountain; their thoughts stagnated, their limbs grew rigid, and even drawing upon their inner spiritual energy became an agonizing struggle.

Before they could break free from the soul-shuddering terror, the dark shadow of the spear flickered through them like the scythe of death.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Twelve bodies were severed at the waist simultaneously, their vast life force dissipating in an instant.

One strike, twelve Limit Black Holes annihilated!

This was merely the beginning.

Qin Feng’s figure became an elusive, ghostly streak of light amidst the vast army.

Wherever he passed, he became the very synonym for death and destruction.

"Stop him! He’s charging through!"

A massive beast clad in bone armor roared; it was a powerhouse at the half-step Divine Forbidden level, possessing a body so formidable it believed it could withstand Qin Feng for a time.

It opened its blood-stained maw, spewing a pillar of black light imbued with the laws of corrosion.

Yet, Qin Feng’s figure merely swayed, effortlessly evading the attack. The next instant, he appeared atop the beast’s head.

"Too slow."

A cold voice echoed, and the beast’s giant pupils contracted violently as it felt the arrival of death.

It tried to struggle, to roar, but under the shroud of that black-gold spiritual energy, its massive frame felt as if it were mired in a swamp, unable to move.

Qin Feng thrust his spear downward.

There was no earth-shattering boom, only a dull, wet thud.

The skull, hard enough to withstand the bombardment of Black Hole-level artifacts, was as fragile as paper before the Star-Swallowing Spear.

The spear entered through the crown and exited through the jaw, its terrifying power instantly extinguishing every spark of life within.

Another half-step Divine Forbidden had fallen!

The slaughter continued.

Qin Feng had become the most efficient reaper, weaving frantically through the enemy lines.

His speed was too great, his strikes too sharp, and his spiritual suppression left the vast majority of beings unable to mount even a decent resistance.

Whoever he encountered, he killed!

There was no one who could withstand a single blow!

Whether it was a powerful half-step Divine Forbidden or a swarming pack of Limit Black Holes, there was only one outcome before him—death!

In the span of a few breaths, one after another, brilliant flowers of blood bloomed across the battlefield.

The sight utterly shattered the psychological defenses of the Allied Races.

"A monster! He is a monster!"

"His spiritual energy... my soul is trembling! I cannot resist!"

"Divine Forbidden! He has definitely touched the Divine Forbidden realm! This is not power a Black Hole-level should possess!"

"Quick! Stop fighting individually! Combine your strength, activate the Domain Lord formations! Use the formations to crush him!"

Frantic screams echoed one after another. The remaining Limit Black Hole powerhouses no longer dared to harbor any illusions, abandoning direct attacks to pour all their power into the seventeen Domain Lord formations, hoping to use the might of the arrays to grind this invincible demon god into dust.

Deep in the cosmos, the ten Domain Lords who had been waiting to ambush him were now plunged into profound shock.

"This boy... he has actually stepped into the Divine Forbidden!"

The voice of a Demon-race Domain Lord was filled with disbelief.

"It is not merely the Divine Forbidden,"

The Domain Lord of the Mechanical race, whose eyes were composed of countless precision components, flickered with massive data streams. "The quality of his spiritual energy exceeds anything in our database. This black-gold energy is unheard of; its suppression effect far surpasses the purple-gold energy of the Divine Forbidden realm!"

"Truly terrifying. We must be patient. We must wait until he is exhausted by the formations, at the moment his mind is most relaxed, before we strike. Otherwise, we may not even have a chance for a one-hit kill!"

The Domain Lord of the Holy Light race said in a deep voice.

Their plans had fundamentally changed the moment Qin Feng revealed his Divine Forbidden strength.

Meanwhile, inside the outpost of the Thunder Universe City, the atmosphere was already boiling.

"Hahahaha—good! Good! Good!"

Thunderstorm King abandoned his usual composure, clapping his hands and laughing, his voice filled with irrepressible excitement and relief.

"Indeed! He has truly stepped into the Divine Forbidden!"

Standing beside him, Lei San’s burly frame appeared somewhat rigid. He stared with wide eyes, his gaze filled with confusion and shock, as if he had yet to recover from the one-sided massacre he had just witnessed.

After a long while, he came to his senses, turning his head toward his master with a somewhat naive, aggrieved, and resentful tone.

"Master... is that kid Qin Feng... a prodigy who has stepped into the Divine Forbidden?"

"That is correct."

Thunderstorm King nodded heavily, the smile on his face deepening.

"Master, why didn't you say so earlier!"

Lei San’s voice rose a pitch, filled with resentment.

If he had known Qin Feng was in the Divine Forbidden, he wouldn't have been so worried, nor would he have talked back to his master!

Thunderstorm King shook his head, unable to laugh or cry: "What happened within the Blood-Colored Forbidden Land was shielded from the heavens; no one could peer inside.

I only speculated that he had gained much based on the formation the various races deployed."

Only now, seeing it with my own eyes, can I truly perceive the depth of his nature.

He paused, watching the figure weaving through the sea of ten thousand soldiers, his eyes filled with profound awe and wonder.

Moreover, Qin Feng is no ordinary prodigy of the Divine Prohibition. Even the most gifted beings, upon entering that realm, see their spiritual essence transmute into a mere violet-gold. But Qin Feng—you see it—his is a far more terrifying, more solid black-gold.

And what is even more chilling,

Thunderstorm King lowered his voice, heavy with shock, is that he knows no profound arts of slaughter, nor any intricate formations; one might even call him a blank-slate black hole entity.

Yet, relying solely on this blank foundation and the amplification of the Nine Spirits Origin Map, he has forcibly stepped into the Divine Prohibition. Such a foundation, such potential...

It is monstrous!

Lei San swallowed hard, finally grasping the weight of his master’s words.

A blank slate without the aid of technique, reaching the Divine Prohibition through raw force alone—what a grotesque miracle of flesh and soul!

Then... if one day he were to carve countless powerful arrays into his own body and master the supreme arts of amplification, would he not...? Lei San dared not finish the thought.

Indeed,

Thunderstorm King nodded slowly, a light flickering in his eyes that had never been seen before. His ceiling is unimaginably high. Once he grows smoothly and ascends to the rank of Domain Lord, his path will be clear, perhaps even leading directly to the realm of the gods.

Lei San fell silent, his heart consumed by boundless terror.

As for the other beings in the outpost, those of lesser strength, they might not understand the monumental significance behind the words "Divine Prohibition."

But they could see the scene before them with absolute clarity—that human prodigy, Qin Feng, alone with a single spear, facing ten thousand peerless black hole experts of his own rank, not only refusing to be surrounded but charging forward to crush them under his might!

That invincible posture, that devastating slaughter, claimed countless black hole beings in a single breath.

The sight transcended their understanding, searing itself into the depths of their souls.

...

The tide of battle shifted in an instant.

In these few short moments, over a hundred peerless black hole beings had fallen to Qin Feng’s spear!

The number sent a bone-deep chill through every survivor.

They finally understood: to engage Qin Feng in close-quarters combat was to court certain death.

Exert the arrays to their limit! Do not give him a moment to breathe!

Someone let out a shrill, desperate roar.

The remaining ten thousand black hole experts awoke as if from a trance. Daring to hold nothing back, they poured their spiritual energy—and even their life essence—into the seventeen Domain Lord-level arrays.

Hum—

In an instant, the radiance of the seventeen arrays surged tenfold!

What were once mere cages now transformed into seventeen colossal grinding wheels of death.

Endless rays of destruction, chains capable of annihilating all matter, and psychic storms targeting the soul descended upon Qin Feng from every direction.

Each of these seventeen arrays had been crafted by true masters of the Domain Lord level, possessing supreme power to both bind and slay.

Now, driven by the full force of nearly ten thousand experts, their power was pushed to the absolute limit.

Forget a Divine Prohibition-level black hole; even a true Domain Lord, if trapped and subjected to such violent onslaught, would struggle to survive, with a high probability of being drained dry and perishing on the spot!

Only a Domain Lord who was himself a master of array construction, capable of seeing through nodes and energy flows, could hope to break free, and even then, only at a heavy cost.

But...

Since Qin Feng’s promotion to the black hole level, every combat record and every scrap of intelligence pointed to one fact: he was a pure warrior, with no record of ever studying the art of formations.

This intelligence had long been confirmed by the myriad races.

This was their ultimate trump card!

They intended to use these exquisite, wisdom-laden arrays to crush the "brute" who relied only on raw, unrefined force!

At the center of the seventeen grinding wheels, Qin Feng felt pressure unlike any he had known.

The space around him was sealed; the force field, thick as molten steel, locked him in place. The attacks capable of erasing existence were now inches away.

Two choices flashed through Qin Feng’s mind.

The first, the safest: utilize the ability of the Twin Masks to instantly transfer his soul into the mechanical construct already hidden within the outpost.

Once the transfer was complete, his duty to the Universe’s Will would be fulfilled.

As for this human body, he could simply let it perish in the array.

Though the loss would be heavy, he possessed vast resources to forge a new body just as strong in a short time.

It was the most rational, the most secure path.

Yet...

Two flames ignited in Qin Feng’s eyes.

That path is far too unsatisfying!

He had walked this path, hacking through thorns and brambles.

Today, having just stepped into the Divine Prohibition, his strength at an unprecedented peak, he should be riding the wind and sweeping away all enemies!

How could he abandon his flesh and flee like a coward before a mere array?!

Then... I shall break the array with force!

The battle intent in Qin Feng’s heart detonated!

His body and spirit, bolstered by the thirty-percent amplification of the Twin Masks, climbed to a new height!

The Nine Spirits Origin Map within him spun wildly, the ninth layer’s power erupting without reservation. A ninefold increase in total combat power sent his aura surging once more!

This was the reward he had gained in the Blood God Tower—the enhanced enlightenment time had allowed him to break through to the ninth layer of the Nine Spirits Origin Map.

The supreme foundation, tempered by two hundred thousand blood-jade crystals and settled deep within every cell, roared like an ancient dragon awakening!

The two peerless black hole-level Tianyan weapons in his hands—the Star-Swallowing Spear and the crimson-gold wings on his back—felt their master’s intent and hummed with excitement!

All his power fused into one perfect whole!

Whoosh—

Qin Feng moved.

He transformed into a streak of light, brilliant beyond measure, erupting with a speed that left every Domain Lord in the vicinity aghast!

Two hundred times the speed of light!

What intricate arrays, what complex laws, what profound nodes!

Before absolute power and absolute speed, all of it lost its meaning!

Qin Feng would use the purest, most primitive, most savage violence to shatter every law in this world!

He chose a direction, focused every ounce of his strength into the Star-Swallowing Spear, and struck!

That strike was fast beyond limit, heavy beyond measure!

Under that spear, the universe seemed to lose its color, leaving only that single, pitch-black streak of light piercing through the heavens!

BOOM!!!

The spearhead struck with lethal precision against the light-curtain of one of the Domain Lord-level arrays.

There was no stalemate, no grinding attrition.

It lasted less than three seconds!

"CRACK—"

A crisp sound, like the shattering of fine crystal, resonated clearly in the heart of every living soul present.

The impenetrable barrier, a formation designed to trap even a Domain Lord, had simply... shattered!

The hundred beings maintaining the array were struck as if by lightning the moment it broke, vomiting blood in unison as their internal energy withered; they had suffered a devastating backlash.

This sight left all who witnessed it, friend and foe alike, with eyes wide and hearts trembling in terror.

"A monster! His physical body is nothing short of monstrous!"

"Domain Lord-level speed! Two hundred times the speed of light! Why bother with your mother's space-folding? Even teleportation isn't as fast as him!"

"No... this cannot be... a Domain Lord-level array... broken just like that? He knows nothing of formation theory, relying solely on brute force?! What kind of physical body and mental strength is this?!"

For the first time, fear and despair etched themselves onto the faces of the myriad races.

Their ultimate trump card, their greatest reliance, appeared as fragile as a joke before this beast!

Yet, Qin Feng’s assault did not cease.

After pulverizing the first array, his figure did not pause for a heartbeat; he transformed into a blur of motion, charging toward the second, the third...

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Throughout the cosmos, the thunderous echoes of shattering arrays rang out in relentless succession.

The seventeen Domain Lord-level formations that had once stood supreme, sealing the heavens and the earth, crumbled like dominoes under the unreasonable, violent onslaught of Qin Feng.

Finally, as the last array dissolved into a rain of light, the starry expanse returned to silence.

Qin Feng’s figure reappeared.

He stood proudly in the vacuum of space, his Star-Devouring Spear tilted downward, black-gold mental energy rippling outward like waves.

Surrounding him were tens of thousands of severely wounded, withered Black Hole-level powerhouses, countless severed limbs drifting through the void, and the scattered, shimmering fragments of the arrays dancing like stardust.

The brilliant light, mingled with the carnage of corpses, formed a magnificent yet cruel tapestry.

And he was the sole center of this portrait.

Hidden in the shadows, the ten Domain Lords felt their expressions shift violently.

They hailed from the pinnacle races of the universe: the Mechanicals, the Undead, the Starry Sky Behemoths, the Holy Light race, and three from the Demon race.

In this moment, these ten beings, who usually looked down upon the masses from their lofty heights, exchanged glances, each seeing an unconcealable horror in the eyes of the others.

The strength Qin Feng had displayed far exceeded their wildest estimations.

"Heh..."

After a moment of silence, the Domain Lord of the Mechanical race emitted a dry, electronic chuckle.

"There is no hope of slaying Qin Feng. I am withdrawing from this matter; I will not have my race implicated in this folly."

His voice was devoid of emotion, filled with absolute, cold rationality.

"Our intervention was a violation of the rules to begin with.

Had we succeeded in killing Qin Feng and seizing the Twin Masks, the human race's subsequent retaliation would have been a price worth paying.

But now, Qin Feng’s strength is too great, his edge too sharp. To persist is not only to throw away our lives but to provide the humans with a pretext for vengeance. It is a losing trade."

"The fellow daoist is correct."

No sooner had the words fallen than the Domain Lords of the Crystal race, the Starry Sky Behemoths, and the Undead race echoed the sentiment.

Without hesitation, they exchanged a look, their massive forms turning into three streaks of light that vanished into the horizon.

They had... simply fled!

In the blink of an eye, only two Holy Light Domain Lords and three Demon Domain Lords remained.

"The benefactor of Blood-Slaughter Marquis, Elder Yao, was slain by Qin Feng’s own hand. This blood feud is irreconcilable! We must kill him!"

One of the Demon Domain Lords gritted his teeth, his voice laced with venom.

They had received strict orders from above; there was no retreat, only the necessity of pressing forward.

Furthermore, they believed that with five Domain Lords joining forces, even if they could not kill Qin Feng, they would certainly not be slain by him in return.

"Our Holy Light race’s Divine Son, Neil, also fell by this boy’s hand! This debt, too, must be repaid!"

The Holy Light Domain Lord declared, his voice cold as bone.

"Good!"

"Then the five of us shall unite! As for those cowards who fear death, it is no wonder they are destined to live forever in the shadow of my human race!"

The Demon Domain Lord roared, partly to bolster his own courage, and partly to scorn those who had fled.

Back at the outpost, the Thunder-Storm King, having witnessed it all, was deeply shaken by the sheer, unyielding power of Qin Feng’s physique.

Beside him, Lei San let out a soft exclamation, his eyes flashing with excitement. "Hey! The kid could have easily reached the outpost, but instead, he chooses to keep hunting them down, to finish them all? Hahahaha! That suits me!"

"Alas, youth is reckless, knowing neither when to advance nor when to retreat. This move is truly unwise!"

Hearing this, the Thunder-Storm King sighed and shook his head.

"Master, you don't understand!"

Lei San immediately retorted, "With strength like that, one should hunt the myriad races to the end! One should charge forward in broad daylight, turning the world upside down and painting the stars with blood! I support Qin Feng!"

"You rascal,"

The Thunder-Storm King was so amused by his disciple’s words that his frustration vanished. "Weren't you just full of resentment toward Qin Feng a moment ago? Now you're the first to speak up for him."

"Master, it is you who are too timid and bound by caution!"

Lei San insisted, chin held high.

The words struck the Thunder-Storm King like a bolt of lightning.

Was he... timid and bound by caution?

The Thunder-Storm King fell into a long, heavy silence.

How could he not know why his strength had stagnated for years, why his state of mind had ceased to progress?

It was because he guarded this cosmic city, carrying the lives of billions of human souls upon his shoulders.

The responsibility was so immense that he dared not take a single step astray.

Any minor error could lead to irreversible catastrophe.

Once upon a time, he too had been known for his fiery temper, a man who lived by the sword and settled grudges with a laugh.

But now, time and duty had polished him into a "guardian"—meticulous, weary, and ever-cautious.

At this moment, the Thunder-Storm King looked up at the young figure standing in the deep void of the universe—one man, one spear, having razed seventeen Domain Lord-level arrays—who, despite having the chance to retreat in glory, chose instead to continue the hunt.

The passion and fervor that had lain dormant for countless years seemed to reignite and blaze within his chest at this very moment.

……

The instant the grand formation shattered, it signaled the total collapse of this encirclement.

The iron-blooded army, once composed of ten thousand peak black-hole-level powerhouses, disintegrated into a scattered mob the moment they lost the integration and protection of the thirteen domain-lord-level formations.

The final barrier supporting their confidence had been pulverized by Qin Feng in a manner so savage and unreasonable that it defied all logic.

Fear spread like a plague through the heart of every living soul present.

Their prideful cultivation, the secret treasures they relied upon for survival, and the lethal arts they had painstakingly mastered all appeared laughable and impotent before the figure who had shattered thirteen domain-lord formations with nothing but his own body and a single spear.

Their will to fight had vanished entirely.

"Flee!" Someone let out a shrill, piercing scream, and this word acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the instinct for survival in every creature present.

Without the slightest hesitation or delay, and with no one foolish enough to stay behind to cover their comrades, they broke.

Ten thousand streaks of light, like a school of startled fish, scattered in all directions in a frantic scramble, each creature pushing their speed to the absolute limit of their existence.

They only wished to escape this star-field now shrouded in terror, to flee from that figure who stood like a demon god.

By all conventional wisdom, Qin Feng had already achieved an absolute victory.

Before him lay the outpost of the Thunder Universe City, where human powerhouses and his own master resided—a harbor of absolute safety.

He needed only one step to march straight in, complete his mission, and enjoy the honors of a hero.

Yet, Qin Feng did not move.

He hovered silently in the vacuum of space, his crimson-gold wings fanning slowly, his black-gold mental energy flowing as steadily as a tide.

His gaze was icy, sweeping over the fleeing specks of light without a shred of mercy.

Flee?

From the moment they decided to strike at him, from the moment they stepped into this star-field and laid this inescapable net, their fates had been sealed.

These people who had hunted him, these opportunists who had coveted the treasures he carried—they all had to die!

"You want to leave?"

Qin Feng’s voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly in the ears of every fleeing creature.

This calm tone chilled them to the bone, more than any roar ever could.

He intended to wipe them all out!

Faced with ten thousand powerhouses scattering like birds and beasts, even a domain-lord-level expert, unless skilled in large-scale containment arts, could only sigh at the vastness and hunt down a few at most.

But Qin Feng knew no formations, nor did he need to.

He possessed a method far more brutal and effective than any formation.

"Rise."

Following Qin Feng’s cold intent, the black-gold mental energy that had been spreading like a tide suddenly accelerated, expanding outward at a speed beyond imagination.

It was no longer an intangible ripple; it began to condense into substance.

A vast, boundless canopy, as if carved from the purest obsidian, erupted from Qin Feng as its center!

The boundaries of this canopy extended at speeds exceeding light, overtaking the creatures in the vanguard in the blink of an eye, ruthlessly enveloping them before continuing to expand, ultimately forming a massive spherical cage with a radius of several light-years.

The walls of the cage shimmered with a deep black-gold luster, elegant yet mysterious, as if capable of devouring all light and hope.

A mental energy cage!

Every fleeing creature slammed into an invisible yet indestructible wall, rebounding violently.

"What is this?!"

"A mental energy barrier! He has sealed the entire space with his mind!"

"Impossible! What quality of mental energy is this? To be able to achieve such a feat!"

Desperate roars echoed within the cage.

They could not believe that a single person, through the mere projection of mental energy, could imprison ten thousand peak black-hole-level powerhouses of equal standing.

Among the crowd, several figures stood out.

Shui Mo of the Holy Spirit race, the prodigy who had once clashed with Qin Feng at Thunder Mountain, now wore a face of utter horror.

He formed seals with his hands, manifesting ten thousand layers of water curtains around him, each containing the power to grind stars to dust, and slammed them against the black-gold barrier.

Yet, the attack, which would have troubled an ordinary domain lord, merely stirred a negligible ripple upon the barrier before dissipating into nothingness.

On the other side, Hei Yu of the Crystal race was even more frantic.

His entire body transformed into a massive black crystal, erupting with blinding light while he unleashed dozens of peak black-hole-level treasures, including a fragment of a broken domain-lord-level artifact, forming a destructive torrent in a desperate bid to carve out a path to survival.

However, the result was the same.

Qin Feng simply stood at the center of the cage, allowing those attacks to strike the mental energy barrier.

His body did not even sway.

Relying on the supreme foundation forged by two hundred thousand blood-jade crystals and the unprecedented quality of his black-gold mental energy, the solidity of his barrier had transcended the comprehension of these black-hole-level beings.

All their attacks were like mayflies trying to topple a giant tree.

When everyone realized they were birds in a cage, the madness born of fear erupted completely.

"If we can't escape, then we fight him to the death!"

"Kill! Kill him, and this cage will surely break!"

"All together! I don't believe that with ten thousand of us at the peak of the black-hole level, we can't wear him down!"

Remaining reason was devoured by the desire to live, and ten thousand streaks of light turned back, charging like moths to a flame, launching a desperate assault on Qin Feng from all sides.

Watching the sky filled with divine light and killing intent, the corner of Qin Feng’s mouth curled into a cold arc.

The slaughter began!

He moved.

Without any earth-shattering fanfare, his figure merely flickered in place, transforming into a streak of light too fast to track, proactively meeting the tide of death composed of countless attacks.

Puchi!

A flash of light passed, and a peak black-hole-level powerhouse from the Demon race had his head sent flying before he could even perceive Qin Feng’s movement.

That incredibly sturdy demonic body was as fragile as paper before the Star-Swallowing Spear.

Qin Feng’s figure did not pause for an instant; while slaying the demon, he had already appeared on the other side, his spear sweeping horizontally to easily shatter three allied Mechanical race powerhouses and their protective treasures into a rain of debris.

"Qin Feng, spare me! I am Hei Yu, a prodigy of the Crystal race! If you kill me, my race will never let you go! Even the Kings, or the Emperors themselves, will hunt you to the ends of the earth!"

Seeing Qin Feng slaughtering like a tiger among a flock of sheep and drawing ever closer, the fear in Crystal-race Hei Yu’s heart finally overcame his dignity. He shrieked, attempting to use the prestige of his race to buy a chance at survival.

Qin Feng’s figure stopped abruptly before Hei Yu, his deep eyes gazing at him with indifference, as if looking at a corpse.

"When you decided to kill me, you should have been prepared to be killed yourself."

As the cold words fell, the answer Hei Yu received was a spear thrust of ultimate speed.

Heiyu was struck by sheer terror, summoning every defensive artifact he possessed to shield his body, while the fragment of the Domain Lord-level treasure erupted with an unprecedented brilliance.

Yet, it was all in vain.

At the tip of the Star-Swallowing Spear, a micro-black hole spun with violent velocity, effortlessly piercing through layer after layer of defense, leaving a jagged fissure upon the artifact fragment before plunging, with momentum unspent, into the center of Heiyu’s brow.

"Ah..."

Following a short, desperate shriek, this prodigy, who had enjoyed such renown among the Crystal Race, saw his soul and essence utterly extinguished.

Qin Feng’s figure vanished once more.

The scene that followed could no longer be called a battle; it was a wholesale, one-sided slaughter.

Beneath the impenetrable barrier of Qin Feng’s mental power, no living soul could hope to escape.

Within this vast, inescapable cage, Qin Feng was the sole harbinger of death.

His speed was too great; empowered by the Inch-Blade, every flicker allowed him to traverse vast spatial distances, appearing with lethal precision before any target he chose to hunt.

Qin Feng’s strikes were too potent; beneath the Star-Swallowing Spear, all beings were equal.

Whether they were long-established veterans or prodigies of the Hidden Dragon List bearing exotic treasures, none could withstand a single blow imbued with such terrifying force.

Shu Mo of the Holy Spirit Race, in his despair, detonated his own origin in a bid to drag Qin Feng down with him, only to have his core shattered by a single thrust; the violent spiritual energy was swallowed by the black hole at the spear’s tip before it could even disperse.

Twelve prodigies who had once graced the Hidden Dragon List, hailed as the future hope of their respective races, were harvested today like stalks of wheat.

The expressions on their faces as they died were mostly those of bewilderment and resentment.

They could not comprehend how, both being at the Black Hole level, the gap could be so vast.

Except for Ye Luo, son of the Stone Emperor, who had read the situation early and abandoned the mission, every Hidden Dragon List prodigy who had accepted the hostile contract and appeared here fell!

Time flowed slowly amidst the bloody carnage.

Perhaps it was minutes, or perhaps only a few dozen breaths.

When Qin Feng struck down the last soul still offering resistance, he slowly came to a halt, hovering in the dead silence of the deep cosmos.

He withdrew his mental barrier.

What lay revealed in the void was a scene akin to hell.

The ground was littered with broken corpses, some so mangled their original races were unrecognizable.

Everywhere lay shattered remnants of treasures; powerful weapons that once shimmered with light were now nothing but dull, ruined husks.

Fragments of pulverized formation disks drifted like dust, flickering with their final, fading glow.

Over ten thousand peak Black Hole experts had been slaughtered by one man in a mere heartbeat.

The wreckage of war sketched a harrowing tapestry of blood.

And at the center of this tapestry stood the figure holding the spear.

Qin Feng bore no wounds.

The blood of ten thousand races, splashed during the fray, was absorbed by the material of his Heaven-Deriving Armor before it could even touch his blue-gold plating, leaving not a single stain.

He stood there in silence, as if he had just performed a task of no consequence.

By his own hand, he had slain ten thousand peak Black Holes!

This terrifying feat, unprecedented and perhaps never to be repeated, was broadcast to the far corners of the universe through the eyes of countless distant observers.

Having finished, Qin Feng did not immediately head for the outpost.

With a wave of his hand, a powerful suction emanated from his spatial ring.

Every corpse on the battlefield, every fragment of treasure, every shard of a formation disk, and even the spiritual energy dissipating from the fallen—all were gathered by him. These were the resources for his future growth.

Just as he collected his spoils, at the very moment his spirit was most relaxed:

"Now!"

A roar, brimming with infinite murderous intent, erupted from five different dimensions simultaneously!

Having lurked for so long, waiting for the perfect moment, five Domain Lords finally struck!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Five distinct, yet equally suffocating auras instantly locked onto Qin Feng.

Each Domain Lord held a formation disk they had personally refined, perfectly attuned to their own Great Dao.

The moment they acted, five grand formations descended at once, severing all of Qin Feng’s paths of retreat from above, below, and the mental plane.

Space began to throb and twist violently under the power of the five arrays, as if it were on the verge of collapse.

Domain Lord!

This was a realm fundamentally different from the Black Hole level.

If a Black Hole expert was like someone learning to swim in the ocean of universal laws, a Domain Lord was one who had found their own shipping lane and set sail in their own vessel.

They had each forged their own "path" and earned the recognition of the universe’s will.

These five Domain Lords were the elite among them.

One Demon Domain Lord, whose "path" was absolute speed and penetration, transformed into a bolt of crimson lightning; before he even arrived, a claw-light capable of tearing stars asunder had crossed space, aiming straight for Qin Feng’s skull.

Another Demon Domain Lord was cloaked in invisible, virulent poison; his "path" was the decay of all things. Where he passed, even space showed signs of rot, and his attack, formless and intangible, struck directly at the core of Qin Feng’s soul.

The remaining three Demon and two Holy Light Domain Lords also unleashed their signature techniques; some were masters of illusion, weaving a world so indistinguishable from reality that it sought to bewilder Qin Feng’s mind;

Others possessed brute force, throwing punches that seemed capable of shattering the entire starry sky.

Every one of them was an old monster who had survived countless life-or-death struggles.

Each Domain Lord’s path was unique, and once encountered, without sufficient intelligence, it was easy to capsize in the gutter.

Just like the poison-wielding Domain Lord, who would often disguise himself as a brute-force warrior.

Their paths might be strange and varied, but they shared one common trait—they were lethal.

They understood the wisdom of using one's full strength even when hunting a rabbit, let alone when facing a monster as rare as Qin Feng.

Thus, from the first strike, they unleashed their ultimate killing moves, leaving no room for error, seeking only to kill with a single blow!

In an instant, Qin Feng felt pressure greater than he had ever known.

The five formations, stacked together, acted like a tightening quagmire, pinning him firmly in place, making every movement agonizingly difficult.

Simultaneously, five ultimate killing techniques launched a torrential assault upon him, from both the physical and spiritual planes!

Yet, facing this certain death, there was no fear on Qin Feng’s face; instead, he erupted into a heroic, booming laugh.

"Hahahaha..."

"Five Domain Lords joining forces—you truly hold me in high regard!"

Amidst the laughter, the battle intent in Qin Feng’s eyes burned to its zenith.

Flee? Defend?

No!

He chose the most insane, and the most domineering, way to respond!

Wound for wound, life for life!

A heartbeat before five world-shattering strikes descended upon him, Qin Feng abandoned all defense, pouring every ounce of his strength into speed and slaughter.

He would trade his own life to claim the lives of these five Domain Lords!

Qin Feng dared this because he held a trump card.

Should this fleshly body perish, he still possessed the mechanical vessel bound by the Twin Mask contract.

As long as his soul remained intact, he could be reborn in an instant.

Thus, he dared to gamble!

Yet to the onlookers, this was no longer bravery; it was the act of a total, unadulterated madman.

Within the outpost of Thunder Universe City, every human warrior rose to their feet, their faces etched with tension and dread.

Thunderstorm King and Lei San felt their auras surge, prepared to intervene at a moment’s notice.

However, just as they prepared to tear through space and force their way into the fray, a calm, majestic voice echoed in their ears.

"Wait."

A figure appeared silently at the highest point of the outpost.

The figure was not solid, merely an avatar, yet the aura it radiated seemed vast enough to contain the entire universe.

It was the Heaven-Swallowing King.

"Fellow Daoist Heaven-Swallowing."

Thunderstorm King and Lei San rose hurriedly upon seeing him.

"Qin Feng can do this," the Heaven-Swallowing King said, his eyes deep as he watched the distant battlefield. "These five Domain Lords need no interference. His spirit is at its peak, his battle intent at its zenith; they are the perfect whetstone. Perhaps, he can seize this chance to truly carve out his own path."

Hearing this from Qin Feng’s master, Thunderstorm King and Lei San could only suppress their urge to strike, their eyes locked on the distance.

At the heart of the battlefield, shrouded in five-colored divine light, Qin Feng’s mind raced to the limit.

To the outside world, it was but an instant, but in his perception, eons seemed to pass.

Every experience of his martial journey flashed through his mind.

The mysteries of the Nine Spirits Origin Map, the essence of soul power, the tempering of the flesh, the tyranny of proving the Dao through strength, the rapid trajectory of the Inch-Light...

Everything was re-examined, shattered, and reorganized in that moment.

"The limit..."

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

"What is my path?"

"It is not mere strength, nor mere speed, nor even the soul alone..."

"My path is the path of the limit of flesh and soul! It is the endless, ever-breaking boundary!"

"The Divine Prohibition is but my starting point!"

"All laws, all secret arts, all treasures—their purpose is merely to serve as fuel for me to strike at higher limits!"

"To devour all things and perfect oneself—this is the meaning of Heaven-Swallowing!"

"The limit! To break the limit again and again! Even the gods are not my limit! Improvement is endless, and thus it is named the Limit!"

"So that is it..."

Under the immense pressure of life and death, Qin Feng finally pierced the fog and grasped his own Dao!

"This technique of mine shall be named—Limit!"

Boom!

With this realization, the power within him broke free from its shackles, circulating in a brand-new way.

Inch-Light, a secret art he had long mastered, broke through into the realm of "Control" as if by natural design!

The Nine Spirits Origin Map, too, surged into the realm of "Control" at the same moment!

The simultaneous breakthrough of two core arts brought a qualitative leap.

Qin Feng’s speed, already at two hundred times the speed of light, surged once more!

Two hundred and fifty... two hundred and eighty...

Three hundred times the speed of light!

Swish—

Time, in this moment, seemed to grind to a total halt.

In the deep void of the universe, a strange tableau was frozen in place.

The five killing strikes, capable of destroying all, were a hair’s breadth from Qin Feng’s body.

Yet his figure blurred in that instant, as if dissolving into light.

On his face remained a calm, resolute clarity born of enlightenment.

The five Domain Lords wore expressions of savage triumph, yet beneath that cruelty lay an undeniable trace of horror and confusion.

Inside the outpost, countless human souls were filled with worry and anguish.

Further away, the observing entities watched with shock and anticipation.

The next instant, time began to flow again.

Qin Feng’s figure and the five strikes collided with a roar!

There was no sound.

Only a white light, billions of times brighter than a supernova, erupted and instantly swallowed the entire starfield.

A terrifying spiritual energy storm swept out from the center, vaporizing everything in its path—corpses, debris, and fragments of treasures—into the most primitive particles.

The distant observers turned pale with terror, retreating frantically.

The outpost’s defensive barrier groaned under the impact of the storm.

None knew how much time had passed before the blinding white light slowly faded.

In the deep void, five torrential rains of blood fell.

It was the omen of the Great Dao returning to the universe after the fall of a Domain Lord.

Those five arrogant Domain Lords, who had joined forces to lay a death trap, had all perished in that single collision!

Not even a shred of their souls remained.

At the heart of the explosion, one figure stood stubbornly upright.

Yet, his state was wretched beyond measure.

Less than half of Qin Feng’s head remained.

A massive, ghastly hole was torn through his chest, through which one could see the distorted stars behind him.

His left arm had been severed clean from the shoulder.

The wounds were grievous, beyond measure.

Yet, he remained standing.

As for his enemies, the five domain lords, all had perished, felled by Qin Feng in a single, instantaneous strike.

(End of chapter)