Chapter 299: Below the Rank of Marquis, No One Can Kill Me! Shocking the Sacred Academy!

Chapter 299: Below the Rank of Marquis, None Can Slay Me! The Holy Academy Trembles!

On the other side, Qin Feng remained oblivious to the "spectacle" awaiting him within the main grounds of the Holy Academy.

Guided by the star map synced to his subspace network terminal by his master, the Heaven-Swallowing King, he transformed into a streak of light, weaving through layers upon layers of profound and arcane spatial formations.

The closer he drew to the core of the main academy, the more he felt a sense of gravity and majesty emanating from the very depths of his bloodline.

Every inch of space here seemed saturated with the history and glory of the human race spanning countless eons; the imprints of countless sages were etched upon it, forming an invisible barrier of protection.

Finally, passing through the last ripple of space, a colossal hall of indescribable grandeur appeared at the edge of his vision.

The architectural style of this hall bore a striking resemblance to the ancient palaces of his home planet, Qiming, yet its scale had been magnified a billion-fold.

With flying eaves and bracket sets, carved beams and painted pillars, every pillar supporting the heavens resembled a coiled ancestral dragon, and every tile shimmered with the radiance of stars.

The entire hall was archaic and solemn, exuding a supreme aura that seemed to suppress the heavens and the ages.

In particular, the two tightly shut vermilion gates, standing a million miles high, were engraved with epic murals of human sages fighting in blood; a desolate, iron-blooded, and unyielding will rushed toward him, causing Qin Feng’s spirit to tremble.

Standing before this hall, which symbolized the central hub of supreme human power, Qin Feng felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

He straightened his robes, restrained his aura, and prepared to follow etiquette by using his mental power to knock on the gates and request an audience.

However, the very moment his mental energy was about to touch the doors—

"Creak—"

With a heavy sound that seemed to echo from the dawn of time, the two massive gates, capable of withstanding the full-force strike of a Universe Venerable, opened of their own accord, slowly revealing a sliver of space.

A brilliant beam of light poured out from the gap, filled with visible dust motes condensed from the purest, most extreme spiritual energy.

Through this light, Qin Feng vaguely glimpsed the hall behind, deep and vast as a cosmic sea, where rows of blurred yet upright figures stood.

As the gates swung wider, the scene within became increasingly clear to Qin Feng.

In an instant, even with Qin Feng’s current temperament, his pupils contracted violently, and a monstrous storm surged in his heart.

Within that boundless hall, capable of containing an entire galaxy, stood a dense crowd of figures.

One, two... tens of thousands!

Each figure radiated the terrifying aura of the Limit Black Hole level.

Some were clad in battle armor, wielding divine weapons;

Others wore long robes, drifting like immortals;

Still others were bare-chested, their muscles knotted like mountain ranges.

Their eyes were cold as ice, scorching as fire, or deep as the sea; every gaze seemed capable of piercing the soul.

They stood there in silence, yet the majestic aura formed by ten thousand Limit Black Hole powerhouses gathered together condensed into a substantial pressure that threatened to collapse the very universe.

That aura was pure, powerful, and peerlessly sharp; merely standing there was enough to chill the heart and make the soul shudder.

"The human race... how can there be so many... top-tier Black Hole level prodigies?!"

Qin Feng’s heart gave a violent jolt, filled with unprecedented shock.

He knew the human territory was boundless and produced countless geniuses, but the scene before him completely exceeded his imagination.

In his view, every single person here, in terms of pure aura intensity, was no less than the Stone Buddha, and perhaps even surpassed him.

Ten thousand such top-tier prodigies gathered in one hall—what a terrifying force was this?

If deployed to the battlefield of the myriad races, it would be enough to sweep across an entire star sector!

Was this, then, the true foundation of the human race?

Under the gaze of those substantial eyes, Qin Feng took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and stepped into the hall.

As he entered, those ten thousand gazes instantly focused on him alone.

It felt like a tiny meteorite crashing into a dense nebula composed of supernovae, with terrifying spiritual energy capable of incinerating him coming from every direction.

Even with Qin Feng’s daring, his scalp tingled, and he felt entirely ill at ease.

This formation... was it not a bit too intimidating?

Did his master call him here just to let him witness the true genius reserves of the Holy Academy?

Though bewildered, he managed a slightly awkward smile and bowed from a distance to the ten thousand "peers" before him.

"Everyone..."

Qin Feng cleared his throat, preparing to introduce himself as per custom.

However, before he could even finish his first sentence—

"BOOM!!!"

The two massive gates behind him, without warning, slammed shut with the force of a thunderbolt!

The entire hall instantly plunged into absolute darkness and deathly silence.

Immediately following, before Qin Feng could even react, that silence was shattered by an explosion of infinite killing intent!

"Hum—"

In the darkness, thousands of lights suddenly flared!

They were blade lights, sword shadows, fist auras, and palm prints!

They were divine fires that incinerated all things, profound ice that froze time and space, and thunder that tore the firmament asunder!

They were silent soul assassinations, poisonous mists that instantly filled the space, and cage formations that materialized from thin air to seal every path of retreat!

Countless distinct formations, countless pinnacle secret techniques, and countless terrifying methods of attack locked onto the only living creature in the center of the hall—Qin Feng—at the exact same moment.

It was a perfect, saturated, and unreserved attack launched by ten thousand "Limit Black Hole" powerhouses!

"What is this!"

The world-destroying, terrifying power made every hair on Qin Feng’s body stand on end, and a sense of extreme life-or-death crisis submerged him like a cold tide.

He had no time to ponder why these "human prodigies" would strike to kill the moment they met; his combat instincts reacted faster than his consciousness, making the swiftest and most direct response!

...

"Hum—!"

A dull metallic hum resonated throughout the grand hall.

In the thousandth of a second after the gates closed and the first wisp of killing intent erupted, a streamlined power armor shimmering with deep blue-gold luster grew from beneath Qin Feng’s skin like a living thing, instantly covering his entire body.

On the armor, countless minute spiritual energy veins lit up like stellar orbits, outlining a miniature of the universe.

At the same time, a spear dark and dull, as if it could swallow all light—Star-Swallower—was already gripped in his palm.

The spear shaft vibrated slightly, causing the surrounding space to ripple, and a heavy, ultimate devouring force radiated from the tip.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was as dense as a rainstorm, merging into one.

Thousands of attacks arrived simultaneously.

There were sword lights fast as lightning, sharp enough to cleave atoms; giant axes with the weight of mountains, carrying such force that the space within the hall trembled; and silent mental stabs, transforming into invisible needles, striking directly at Qin Feng’s soul origin.

Facing this omnidirectional, flawless saturation attack, Qin Feng’s gaze held not a flicker of panic, only an absolute, chilling calm.

His mind, in that instant, transformed into a quantum computer operating at hyper-frequency, instantly analyzing the trajectories, spiritual energy levels, and attributes of ten thousand incoming strikes.

He moved.

Not retreating, nor blocking, he took a step forward at an angle that defied all logic.

This step was perfection itself.

His body wove through the microscopic gaps between countless attacks, like a lone fish swimming upstream against a raging waterfall.

The Star-Swallowing Spear became a black tornado; its tip struck, pierced, parried, and swept within the narrowest of margins. Each collision with an enemy blade precisely deflected ninety percent of the force, using the recoil to adjust his position and evade the next wave of assault.

Yet, this was merely the beginning.

As Qin Feng neutralized the first wave of physical attacks, the ground beneath him suddenly ignited with complex, intricate runes. A vast, boundless array surged to life!

"Boom!"

Qin Feng felt his body plummet, as if he were suddenly bearing the weight of a neutron star.

A terrifying gravitational field pinned him to the spot, while from all sides, chains woven from spiritual energy surged forth to bind his limbs and marrow. Sharp spatial blades materialized from thin air, slicing toward him from the most treacherous angles.

"An array?"

Qin Feng’s heart tightened.

This was no ordinary formation; it was fueled by ten thousand peak Black Hole-level powerhouses, their spiritual energies flowing in a seamless, unified cycle. Its power had long since transcended the limits of the Black Hole stage.

However, had his three thousand years of arduous study in the mountains of books and his accumulation of thirty billion secret techniques been in vain?

Qin Feng’s "Primordial Singularity" shuddered, and a force of irresistible magnitude surged from the depths of his Dao foundation, instantly negating the crushing gravity.

His imprisoned body gave a violent heave, and the spiritual chains emitted a strained, screeching groan.

Within his eyes, countless streams of data flashed by. The exquisite, complex composite array was being deconstructed and analyzed in his vision.

"Heaven as Qian, Earth as Kun, drawing upon the water and fire of Kan and Li, stirring the wind and thunder of Zhen and Xun... This is the ancient Eight-Trigram Heaven-Locking Array, yet it incorporates the spiritual circuits of the Machine Race and the bloodline totems of the Demon Race as nodes... Interesting."

In a single breath, Qin Feng grasped the core of the formation.

He did not choose to break it with brute force; instead, with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the Star-Swallowing Spear began to vibrate at a peculiar, high-frequency pitch.

"Hummm..."

A unique resonance traveled through the spear shaft into the earth.

The point he chose to strike was neither a spiritual node nor the eye of the formation, but an inconspicuous corner of a rune.

There, the ancient array system met the spiritual circuitry of the Machine Race in its most awkward junction—the "flaw" where the energy conversion efficiency of the entire grand array was at its lowest.

He struck with his spear, like the final touch to a masterpiece.

"Crack!"

A crisp shattering sound echoed, and the vast, fluidly operating array stalled, like a precision machine with a jammed gear.

The terrifying force suppressing Qin Feng vanished in that instant.

Now!

Qin Feng’s figure turned into a streak of light, instantly breaking free from his bonds.

But the moment he escaped, a colorless, odorless, and peculiar mist permeated the entire space.

Wherever this mist passed, even the spiritual energy hissed as it corroded.

"Ten-Thousand Poison Soul-Devouring Miasma?"

Qin Feng recognized this poison, notorious among all the races of the universe.

It did not harm the flesh, but targeted the soul and the Dao foundation with lethal malice.

Yet, when the mist touched Qin Feng’s power armor, it failed to stir even a ripple.

His supreme Dao foundation, forged by the "Primordial Singularity," was impervious to all laws and immune to all poisons.

His "Pure Black" quality mental energy was unbreakable; to him, such soul-corroding poison was no more than a gentle breeze.

He broke arrays as he encountered them, resisted poisons as they appeared, and danced through the siege of ten thousand peers.

His blue-gold silhouette and the black spear-light shimmered in tandem, like a small boat amidst a raging storm.

He was pushed back step by step, his power armor scarred by shallow marks, his body driven from one end of the hall to the other by the torrential flood of spiritual energy.

But no matter how disadvantageous the situation, no matter how the encirclement tightened, he always managed to carve out a sliver of survival from the impossible, relying on his uncanny combat intuition and his terrifyingly deep reservoir of knowledge.

This was merely the first phase of the trial.

...

In the high-dimensional space layer above the hall, majestic figures stood silently, overlooking the battlefield below.

Their gazes were profound, capable of piercing through time and space.

"Interesting. In just three thousand years, his understanding of arrays is already on par with those ancient monsters in the Holy Academy who have specialized in the craft for tens of thousands of years."

A King-level powerhouse surrounded by nine-colored halos—the Nine-Spirit King—spoke with a hint of well-hidden surprise.

"And that is not all."

The Heaven-Swallowing King stroked his long beard, his face filled with unconcealable pride. "Look at how he handles the Ten-Thousand Poison Soul-Devouring Miasma; he treats it as if it were nothing. This proves his Dao foundation and soul have reached a level of purity beyond our imagination. This child has walked the 'Path of Extremes,' and his foundation is far more solid than any of us anticipated."

"Indeed, he is extraordinary."

The illusory figure of the Lord of Extremes spoke without a trace of emotion. "Combat awareness, knowledge reserves, and the stability of his Dao foundation are all at the pinnacle of the Black Hole stage. However, this is not enough."

As his words fell, the situation on the battlefield below shifted quietly.

The ten thousand avatars, previously fighting as individuals, now seemed to receive a single command.

Their eyes met, forming an unspoken, invisible consensus.

The next moment, the attack resumed!

If the first phase was a gale and a downpour, the second phase was a precisely engineered execution array!

The attacks of the ten thousand powerhouses were no longer mere outbursts of spiritual energy; they coordinated to form exquisite battle formations.

Sword arrays, blade arrays, spear arrays... even composite secret techniques unleashed by hundreds of individuals transformed into a roaring beast of spiritual energy, pouncing toward Qin Feng.

More terrifyingly, the Eight-Trigram Heaven-Locking Array, under their coordinated drive, became increasingly flawless.

The "flaw" Qin Feng had discovered earlier had been patched by dozens of different spiritual circuits, becoming seamless.

Qin Feng felt the pressure mount exponentially!

He had just dodged a Zhou-Tian Star-Dou Sword Array composed of three hundred and sixty-five flying swords when a realm of absolute darkness emerged silently behind him, hungering to swallow him whole.

He was forced to strike back with his spear, tearing through the darkness with "Inch-Light," but from his left, an avatar wielding a giant shield charged with savage force.

"Bang!"

Qin Feng blocked with his spear, sent flying by the impact, his spiritual energy roiling.

Before he could steady himself, the void above shattered, and a giant hand made of pure lightning crashed down.

There was nowhere to retreat, and nowhere to hide!

A flash of ruthless intent ignited in Qin Feng’s eyes.

He did not dodge or weave, allowing the thunderous giant hand to claw at his skull while he poured every ounce of his strength into the Star-Swallowing Spear, thrusting with all his might toward the nexus of the formation churning beneath him.

"Screech!"

The thunderous hand left charred, claw-marked furrows in his power armor, and terrifying arcs of electricity surged madly into his body, hungrily seeking to extinguish his life force.

Yet, in that same heartbeat, his spear successfully pierced the heart of the formation.

"Boom!" A chain reaction erupted, and the trap formation, maintained by over a hundred experts, collapsed in an instant.

Seizing the breach, Qin Feng broke through once more, narrowly escaping the jaws of death.

But the price was steep: the power armor on his left shoulder was shattered entirely, revealing skin scorched black, where wisps of destructive, lightning-like energy still burrowed deep into his flesh like maggots.

Wounds for wounds!

This was Qin Feng’s only choice in this moment.

He began to live on the razor’s edge.

Every scrap of survival had to be bought with a toll.

Sometimes it meant bracing for a heavy blow, other times it meant intentionally taking a secondary strike to gain the split-second opening needed to evade a lethal maneuver.

The restored Bagua Heaven-Locking Formation was so intricate that the difficulty of dismantling it had surged exponentially.

He could no longer find flaws as easily as before; he could only circle within the formation like a beast trapped in a labyrinth, parrying attacks from every direction while frantically calculating and deducing, searching for that single thread of hope amidst the vast, inescapable net.

"Hiss..."

In the high-dimensional interlayer, a King-level powerhouse drew a sharp breath.

"This boy’s physical body... how formidable!"

"Look, that lightning contains 'Annihilation.' Endless runes of decay cling to him like bone-eating parasites; they should have caused the arm of an extreme Black Hole-level expert to wither away entirely. Yet on him, it is merely a surface wound, and... it is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!"

Every gaze was fixed upon Qin Feng’s left shoulder.

The charred flesh was writhing rapidly, and those destructive bolts of lightning were being swallowed, broken down, and assimilated by his very cells.

Within a few breaths, the wound scabbed over; moments later, the scab fell away to reveal skin as pristine as before.

"What... what kind of recovery is this?" Even the Nine-Spirit King was moved.

"His 'Path of the Limit' has likely begun to take shape."

The Heaven-Swallowing King spoke in a low voice, his eyes shimmering with an strange luster. "This regenerative power no longer belongs to the realm of ordinary living beings."

By this point in the battle, every great power in the hall had fully acknowledged Qin Feng’s strength.

In their view, even a battle-hardened peak Domain Lord would struggle to achieve what Qin Feng had done when faced with such a desperate situation.

And Qin Feng was merely at the extreme Black Hole level, his self-created "Path of the Limit" still in its infancy.

To reach this point was already inconceivable, a veritable miracle.

Yet, the Lord of the Limit, seated at the very head, remained unmoved. His ethereal figure was as still as a stagnant well, as if the fierce battle before him could not stir the slightest ripple of emotion.

He gave no signal to cease.

The other Kings and Emperors, naturally, did not stop either.

They understood the Lord of the Limit’s intent.

Acknowledgment did not mean the end.

They intended to test Qin Feng’s limits! To see just how deep this little one’s reserves truly went!

...

"BOOM!!!"

Qin Feng felt his world collapse in that instant.

The pressure did not merely double; it surged with geometric, maddening intensity.

If before he had been dancing on the edge of death, now he was pirouetting upon the very blade of oblivion!

The avatars of over ten thousand powerhouses held nothing back.

They unleashed their deepest understanding of their own techniques and secret arts, honed to the pinnacle of the Black Hole level during their own reigns as Kings and Emperors.

A blood-red blade, forged from pure intent to kill, ignored the distance of space and appeared instantly before Qin Feng’s chest.

Qin Feng’s pupils contracted as he leveled his spear to parry.

"Clang!"

An irresistible, terrifying force slammed into him, bending the Star-Swallowing Spear into a horrifying arc and crashing violently into his chest.

"Pfft!"

Qin Feng spat out a mouthful of golden blood, flying backward like a cannonball until he smashed into the hall’s wall, cracking the immortal runes etched into its surface like a spiderweb.

Before he could even catch his breath, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly came to life, transforming into countless black chains that bound him fast.

Immediately following, a seemingly beautiful lotus of flame bloomed beneath him.

"Red Lotus Karma Fire!"

Alarm bells rang in Qin Feng’s mind.

This fire could burn the soul itself!

He frantically channeled the power within his body, desperate to break free, but the shadow chains were impossibly tough, refusing to snap.

"Boom!"

The fire lotus detonated, and the endless karmic flames swallowed him whole.

An indescribable, agonizing pain erupted from the depths of his soul.

It felt as if billions of ants were gnawing at his true spirit.

In the high-dimensional interlayer, the Nine-Spirit King’s hands clenched instinctively.

"Lord of the Limit, Qin Feng’s talent and strength are beyond doubt. If this continues, his very essence may be damaged!"

He could not help but speak out.

"It is of no consequence."

The Lord of the Limit’s voice remained flat. "If he cannot pass even this trial, then his talk of 'slaughtering the alien races' is nothing but a fool’s dream."

On the battlefield, Qin Feng let out a pained roar amidst the karmic fire.

Under the weight of relentless, terrifying attacks, his body was torn open, wound after wound revealing bone.

A blade of spatial energy sheared away half his torso, and a fist-mark imbued with the power of reincarnation shattered his internal organs.

Yet, a sight that made the scalps of all the watching powerhouses tingle occurred.

No matter how grievous the injury—whether he was cleaved at the waist or his skull was pierced—Qin Feng’s body recovered at a speed that defied the laws of life.

Those micro-formations, curses, and fragments of annihilation that clung to his wounds like bone-eating parasites were analyzed and dismantled by his mind in a flash, only to be devoured by his domineering cells.

His intellect was pushed to the absolute limit, performing billions of calculations every millisecond.

His combat instincts were honed to the absolute limit, every movement of his body a manifestation of hard-won muscle memory, devoid of the slightest waste.

Yet the foes he faced were simply too numerous, and far too formidable.

These ten thousand avatars represented the pinnacle of wisdom and power gathered across countless eons of human history.

Their combat experience and their profound grasp of power far exceeded anything Qin Feng could have imagined.

At last, caught in a coordinated strike of exquisite precision, Qin Feng exposed a flaw that could not be undone.

"Hum—"

A vast web, woven from the laws of space and time, descended from the heavens to shroud him completely.

In an instant, hundreds of formations surged from every direction, layering upon one another to pin him fast in the center.

"Suppress!"

With a synchronized roar, Qin Feng felt his world turn to stone.

The Primal Singularity within him was forcibly quelled by a boundless force, its rotation grinding to a sluggish, agonizing crawl.

His vaunted physical strength seemed to be drained away, making even the twitch of a finger an impossible labor. His pure, obsidian-black spiritual energy was likewise shackled within his sea of consciousness, unable to manifest even a sliver.

His spiritual power, his flesh, his very essence—all were locked away.

He was left without a shred of resistance.

What awaited him was an onslaught of even greater ferocity.

The ten thousand avatars of the masters did not cease their assault once he was fully restrained.

There was no trace of pity in their eyes, only absolute, chilling detachment.

Then, the barrage began.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!—

Countless secret techniques of the Limit Black Hole level transformed into a kaleidoscopic torrent of spiritual energy, flooding the heavens and earth, pouring down upon the blue-gold figure trapped motionless in the center of the formations.

The masters adhered to the rules; under the will of the Lord of Limits, none dared employ power exceeding the Limit Black Hole threshold.

Blade light and sword shadows, water and fire, lightning and spatial shears, soul-shattering strikes...

Every conceivable method of destruction was enacted in that moment.

Qin Feng remained trapped, unable to dodge, unable to strike back.

All he could do was rely on the final, flickering thread of control over his body to wield his Star-Swallowing Spear, parrying the blows aimed at his vital points.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The spear groaned in lament, soon riddled with notches and fractures.

After enduring thousands of strikes, Qin Feng’s power armor finally reached its limit, shattering with a "bang" into countless shards, revealing the perfect body beneath, as if cast from divine gold.

Then, the attacks landed squarely upon his flesh.

Skin tore, blood sprayed.

His chest was caved in by a warhammer, the sound of his spine fracturing echoing through the void.

His thigh was pierced by a sword aura, leaving a gruesome, gaping hole. His back was scorched by flames until it turned a charred, blackened ruin.

Within the high-dimensional fold, a deathly silence reigned.

Many of the King-ranked masters wore expressions of unbearable pity.

"Lord of Limits..."

The voice of the Heaven-Swallowing King grew heavy.

"Keep watching."

The Lord of Limits interrupted him, a tremor of emotion appearing in his voice for the first time. "Are you not curious? Why is it that, even now, his life force has not weakened in the slightest?"

At these words, every great being was struck dumb.

They instinctively focused their divine senses upon Qin Feng once more, and then, they all discovered the truth that defied their understanding.

Yes, Qin Feng was in a wretched state.

Bathed in blood and flayed of skin, he looked like a porcelain doll on the verge of shattering.

Yet, his life force, burning like a furnace, had not diminished by a single fraction from start to finish!

Every new wound that appeared upon him began to mend at a speed visible to the naked eye the very next instant.

Shattered bones knit together amidst the writhing of flesh. Through the pierced holes, new granulation tissue surged forth, filling the voids in a heartbeat.

Charred skin peeled away to reveal fresh, flawless flesh beneath.

As for his spirit, those Limit Black Hole-level soul attacks struck his pure, obsidian-black soul essence like a gentle breeze against an eternal glacier, failing to stir even the slightest ripple.

And so, a gathering of humanity’s greatest beings, manifesting as Limit Black Holes, kept a young prodigy pinned and exhausted every means at their disposal.

Whether by blade, axe, fire, or frost, Qin Feng remained unmoved; he simply could not die, nor could he even be truly gravely wounded.

His rate of recovery surpassed the speed at which they could inflict damage!

"This... this is impossible!"

A King-ranked master muttered in disbelief; his avatar had just used his signature technique, the "Star-Crushing Finger," to gouge a hole in Qin Feng, but in the blink of an eye, the wound had vanished.

"Even the legendary Primal Singularity cannot be this monstrous!"

"There is something wrong with his body!"

"This kind of physique?!"

In truth, the Primal Singularity alone could not achieve a body of such caliber.

Qin Feng’s physique was terrifying because of the Primal Singularity combined with the Twin Masks!

Over these three thousand years, beyond his studies in the Sea of Books and the Forest of Enlightenment, Qin Feng had utilized the resources of the Holy Academy to forge countless Mechanical Race avatars.

The weakest of these avatars were comparable to ordinary Limit Black Hole-level beings, and the most elite among them had even stepped into the realm of Divine Prohibition!

The bonus granted by a single avatar through the Twin Masks might be negligible, insignificant. But what of a thousand? Ten thousand? Or even more?

These bonuses accumulated, and through sheer quantity, they triggered a qualitative change!

The defensive and restorative boons now acting upon Qin Feng’s true body had reached a level... that was utterly absurd!

This was why Qin Feng’s physique was so monstrous.

His strength did not come solely from his own grueling cultivation, but from the thousands of other equally powerful "selves"!

This led to a result that was as ridiculous as it was undeniable.

A group of human masters, even while working in concert to trap Qin Feng, could not kill him while restricted to the power and techniques of the Limit Black Hole level; they could not even inflict a lasting injury.

The young man before them had reached the absolute apex of the "physical" domain within the Limit Black Hole level.

No, he had already transcended that apex.

Even a peak Domain Lord did not possess a body such as Qin Feng’s.

It was no wonder Qin Feng dared to claim that beneath the rank of Marquis, no one could kill him.

(End of this chapter)