Chapter 310: Domain Lord Qin Feng, Directly Confronting the Emperor Rank! Slaughtering Your Entire Race Alone

Chapter 310: Domain Lord Qin Feng, defying the Emperor! Slaughtering your entire clan single-handedly! Domineering and ferocious, slaying the God-Forbidden Domain Lord in a heartbeat!

Yet this thunder did not roll from the heavens, nor did it travel through the vibrations of the air.

It detonated directly from the depths of every living being’s consciousness, from the very origin of their souls!

It was as if the universe itself were declaring to all creation that a grand, unprecedented evaluation was about to begin!

Immediately following, before the horrified gaze of millions of soldiers in the Allied Myriad Races, nine-colored lightning manifested out of thin air!

They did not descend in streaks; the moment they appeared, they coalesced into an infinite ocean of lightning that submerged the entire world!

The first was crimson lightning!

That red was more vivid than the hottest blood, more eerie than the karmic fire in the deepest pits of hell.

Within every wisp of crimson light, the endless killing intent of billions of battlefields seemed to condense. Merely glancing at it caused countless soldiers to lose their composure, plunging them into bloody hallucinations.

This was the manifestation of the universe’s most fundamental "Dao of Slaughter"!

The second was golden lightning!

The third was black lightning!

The fourth was purple lightning!

...

Crimson, gold, black, purple, green, blue, yellow, white, cyan!

The nine colors of lightning represented the nine most fundamental, core, and supreme laws of the universe!

Throughout the long river of history, those rare, brilliant talents who could summon even one of these during a breakthrough were recorded in the annals of history as Sons of the Era.

Yet at this moment, these nine supreme laws, representing the ultimate, had converged to form a boundless sea of nine-colored lightning, completely drowning the sky above the outer island of the Dead Meteor Island!

Their purpose was not destruction, but a supreme "evaluation" never before seen in eternity!

...

In front of the "Extinction Front," the six God-Forbidden prodigies stood frozen like wooden chickens.

They were the top monsters of their respective races, their knowledge far exceeding the common man, but the scene before them had completely shattered their understanding.

"Nine... nine... nine-colored divine thunder!!"

For the first time, the face of Shi Lan, frozen for ten thousand years, betrayed an emotion called "fear," losing all composure in extreme shock. "This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! According to the forbidden ancient texts of my clan, only when a being creates a brand-new, supreme Dao comparable to the Divine Dao can they attract the attention of the universe's will upon reaching the Domain Lord realm and trigger this legendary highest-level evaluation! Who is it?! Is it Qin Feng?!"

"The Human Race... to think they were hiding such a heaven-defying monster right under our noses?!"

Wuchen’s eyes were filled with an absurd sense of disbelief. He muttered to himself, "This phenomenon—I haven't just never seen it, I haven't even heard of it! This is no longer the category of a genius; this is a monster! This is a taboo!"

Blood Abyss Fortress.

In the command center of the Allied Myriad Races, the holographic projections of the Prism Emperor, Zero Emperor, and several other Emperor-level powerhouses appeared the instant the phenomenon manifested.

Ignoring the commanders who had fallen into chaos below, they stared fixedly at the nine-colored sea of lightning shrouding the outer island. In those eyes capable of piercing galaxies, extreme shock flashed, only to be replaced by an uncontrollable greed and a killing intent so thick it could not be dissolved!

"Nine-colored Dao Tribulation... I understand now!"

The Prism Emperor’s voice was low and hoarse. "It is Qin Feng, it must be him! We all underestimated him!"

"The prototype of a Divine Dao..."

The Zero Emperor’s voice also carried a trace of trembling, a product of excitement intertwined with fear. "Such a Dao, if it could be obtained by our race... No! He must not succeed!

Such a person, such a Dao—once he successfully breaks through, once he grows, he will surely become the greatest threat to all our races! A terminal calamity capable of shaking the very foundations of our existence!"

"Pass my order!"

The Prism Emperor roared, his voice shaking the universe. "All troops, at any cost, charge toward the center of the tribulation! Stop him! Even if you cannot stop him, you must obliterate him while he is at his weakest!!"

However, it was too late.

Their orders appeared pale and powerless before the absolute majesty of the universe’s will.

The will of the universe had descended; the nine-colored sea of lightning had taken form.

Within the range of the Dao Tribulation, all laws retreated, all Daos became void; no external power could interfere by even a fraction.

This world had become the exclusive stage for the one undergoing the tribulation. Unless he perished or succeeded, no one could take a single step into the sea of lightning.

The millions of the Allied Myriad Races, the six arrogant God-Forbidden prodigies, and even the Emperor-level powerhouses in the Blood Abyss Fortress who could shake a universe with a stomp of their feet, were now nothing more than the most helpless spectators.

They could only watch as the nine-colored sea of lightning, containing the nine supreme fundamental laws of the universe, gathered to its peak, locked onto the man who had created this myth, and transformed into a pillar of nine-colored lightning that pierced the heavens, pouring down!

The nine-colored sea of lightning, pouring from the sky!

That could no longer be called thunder; it was a raging tide of laws, the manifestation of the origin of the Great Dao.

Within the pillar of light, every drop of nine-colored lightning liquid was as heavy as a neutron star, and the destructive energy contained within was enough to easily obliterate a long-famed Limit Black Hole-level powerhouse;

Within the pillar, every interwoven wisp of lightning contained the supreme power of creation and destruction, capable of instantly vaporizing the sturdiest divine metal.

Yet, within this pillar of lightning representing ultimate destruction, one figure not only showed no fear or desire to evade, but instead rose against the current, meeting it head-on with a supreme, eternal arrogance!

It was Qin Feng!

"Hahaha! Well come!"

A long laugh shook the nine heavens!

Qin Feng soared into the sky, actively throwing himself into the embrace of that nine-colored lightning pillar.

"Boom-crack!"

When the first wisp of nine-colored divine thunder touched Qin Feng’s body, the clothing made of special materials he wore could not even last a millisecond before instantly turning into a stream of basic particles, dissipating completely between heaven and earth.

What was revealed was a body so perfect it could not be described in any language.

The body presented a warm, white jade-like luster, with muscle lines that were fluid and full of power, as if it were the ultimate masterpiece carved by the greatest artist in the universe with infinite heart and blood.

The nine-colored divine thunder, a terrifying power capable of obliterating a Limit Black Hole, struck his white jade-like skin, yet it only caused his body to tremble slightly, sparking a series of crisp, metallic clangs and countless fine sparks.

Unscathed!

If this scene were seen by the powerhouses of the myriad races outside, their eyes would likely pop out in shock.

And within Qin Feng’s body, a feast more magnificent than the lightning tribulation outside had just begun.

Facing this world-destroying nine-colored divine thunder, the two core arrays within his body began to operate frantically in an unprecedented posture!

"Swallow!"

The mouth of the [Primal Furnace] opened wide, and from that pure black vortex erupted a devouring force billions of times stronger than when it had consumed the corpses of the myriad races earlier.

It was actively, savagely beginning to devour the nine-colored divine thunder pouring into Qin Feng’s body!

These lightning bolts, representing the supreme laws of the universe, were symbols of destruction to the outside world, but to the [Primal Furnace], they were the highest-grade, supreme nourishment!

The nine-colored divine thunder was forcibly dragged into the furnace, and under the frantic operation of trillions of array patterns, it was decomposed and refined. Its violent destructive will was erased, leaving only the most fundamental, purest "nourishment of the Dao."

The quality of this nourishment was billions of times higher than all the corpses of the tens of thousands of powerhouses combined!

"Refine!"

Infused with this unprecedented, top-tier "nourishment of the Dao," the [Limit Array] spread throughout Qin Feng’s body instantly erupted with an unprecedented, brilliant light!

At this moment, it was as if trillions of silent universes were being lit up simultaneously within the array eyes of his trillions of cells!

Every single cell was cheering, every fiber of his being exulting!

Those trillions of invisible "Hammers of the Dao," bolstered by this infusion of nourishment, underwent a fundamental transformation in form.

Around each massive hammer coiled wisps of nine-colored divine lightning.

This was no longer mere physical tempering.

This was "The Great Dao Refining the Body"!

Every strike was a baptism and a reshaping of Qin Feng’s flesh, conducted at the deepest level by the nine supreme laws of the primordial universe!

In the heart of that cataclysmic sea of nine-colored lightning, Qin Feng’s body was undergoing a metamorphosis so astonishing it defied belief.

Under the refinement of the nine-colored thunder, his blood began to shift at a visible rate from a vibrant crimson to a dazzling, liquid gold.

When the final drop of blood turned to gold, a vast and boundless life essence surged from within him; each drop of golden blood weighed as much as a mountain, containing enough vitality to restore life to a withered, desolate planet!

His bones, repeatedly tempered by golden lightning imbued with the "Dao of Immortality," became more indestructible than the hardest divine metal in the cosmos.

Across the surface of his bones, arcane and unfathomable Dao patterns emerged naturally, as if he were a god born of the heavens.

His internal organs, nourished by green lightning containing the "Dao of Life," were as if forged anew.

Every beat of his heart seemed to sync with the pulse of the entire universe.

His soul, bathed in the purple lightning representing the "Dao of Majesty," grew more condensed and unbreakable, radiating an inviolable, supreme authority that emanated from the very depths of his spirit.

By utilizing this world-shattering Dao tribulation, Qin Feng was forging a supreme divine body, one without peer in the past and unmatched in the future!

No one knew how long this lightning tempering lasted.

To the beings of the outside world, it might have been but a fleeting moment, yet to Qin Feng in the heart of the thunder sea, it felt as though he had endured eons of refinement.

Ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand bolts of nine-colored divine lightning!

Not one more, not one less.

This number itself represented the universe’s ultimate and perfect recognition of the "Path of Extremity" that Qin Feng had pioneered.

As the final bolt of nine-colored lightning was thoroughly swallowed and refined by his [Primordial Furnace], becoming the last perfect piece of his divine body’s puzzle, the boundless sea of thunder that had drowned the heavens began to recede silently and abruptly, just as it had arrived.

The Eye of the Universe, woven from endless laws, slowly closed and dissipated into nothingness.

The world, stripped of its luster, regained its color.

The leaden sky and the dark red earth once again entered the sight of all living things.

But everyone knew that this world was no longer the same as it had been a moment before.

For, in the center of the dissipated thunder sea, a figure hung silently in the void.

...

Qin Feng stood bare-chested; his skin was no longer mere mortal flesh, but seemed carved from some celestial jade imbued with the ultimate truths of the Dao.

A faint, tangible white radiance flowed slowly over his skin. Upon closer inspection, it was not a simple halo, but trillions of incredibly minute Dao runes operating, appearing, and vanishing of their own accord.

They intertwined to form a supreme scripture, expounding the ultimate mystery of the word "Extremity."

His black hair stirred without wind, each strand crystalline and translucent, as if sealing within it a miniature galaxy.

As his hair brushed against the void, it left behind visible, hair-thin ripples in space; it seemed that if he wished, these three thousand strands of worldly cares could transform into supreme blades capable of severing eternity.

He simply stood there, without a single superfluous movement, not even a trace of energy leaking outward.

Yet, a terrifying aura—indescribable in words, as if capable of suppressing the heavens and crushing the three thousand Daos—radiated from him, arrogantly permeating the entire world.

Before this aura, space solidified and surrendered, and the flow of the river of time seemed to grow sluggish.

The Extreme Body, complete!

This supreme physique, forged through three thousand years of bitter toil, based on the [Primordial Singularity], powered by the [Primordial Furnace], structured by the [Extreme Array], and finally tempered by the nine-colored divine lightning, finally revealed a glimpse of its world-dominating grandeur.

He slowly opened his eyes.

In that instant, it was as if the universe had just begun and chaos had broken into dawn!

Two beams of pure, condensed white light, seemingly capable of piercing all illusions, shot forth from his deep pupils.

Where the white light passed, space melted silently, carving out two dark vacuum channels tens of thousands of miles long.

At the end of these channels, two innocent, massive meteorites floating on the periphery of the Island of Death were erased at the most fundamental particle level the moment they touched the light, without even a wisp of smoke rising, as if they had never existed in this universe.

Qin Feng slowly lowered his head to look at his hands.

The lines on his palms were incredibly clear, each one seemingly corresponding to some truth of heaven and earth.

He could clearly feel that beneath his jade-white skin, what flowed was no longer mortal blood, but a golden liquid energy like molten divine metal.

Each drop of golden blood weighed as much as a mountain, containing enough boundless life essence to revitalize a dying star.

He could "see" that every one of the trillions of cells in his body had transformed into a miniature universe.

The nuclei were like stars, releasing infinite light and heat;

The cytoplasm was like a sea of stars, nurturing the miracle of life;

And the protective patterns inscribed on the cell walls had become indestructible world barriers.

The eternal [Primordial Furnace] now sat at the center of his Dantian energy sea, like an insatiable gluttonous beast, rotating slowly and radiating a terrifying gravitational pull that could swallow all things.

The [Extreme Array] covering his entire body was like an invisible network spanning the universe, perfectly connecting and integrating the power of trillions of cell-worlds, ready to erupt with world-destroying might at any moment.

He simply clenched his fist lightly.

"Crack—"

With a crisp sound, the space at the center of his fist, as if it were fragile glass, was pinched by his pure physical strength into web-like black fissures.

An explosive force capable of crushing a neutron star surged and galloped between his five fingers.

"This is my Extreme Body."

A genuine, satisfied smile finally curled the corners of Qin Feng’s mouth.

This smile contained the relief of a long, arduous cultivation finally reaching perfection, and even more, an absolute confidence in the path he had forged.

"To be newly formed today, it already far exceeds a typical peak Domain Lord. This is just a beginning, a starting point."

His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing the path ahead.

"This is the 'White Extreme Body.' When I use this body to ascend to the rank of Marquis, I shall trigger a second tempering by the universe's origin to forge the 'Silver Extreme Body'! If I can ascend to the rank of King, I shall achieve the 'Golden Extreme Body'!"

"My journey has only just begun!"

A surge of indescribable, towering heroism erupted from his chest like a raging volcano.

Three thousand years of sitting in silence, three thousand years of forbearance, three thousand years of loneliness, three thousand years of grief and suppression watching human heroes fall while he was powerless...

All these emotions, in this moment, transformed into a supreme, world-defying self-confidence!

"Ha... Hahahahahaha—!"

Qin Feng threw his head back and roared, his rolling laughter like thunder from the nine heavens, or the resonant sound of the Great Dao, exploding across this desolate outer island.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the earth cracked, mountains trembled, and even the leaden clouds in the sky were shattered by this heroic laughter!

This laughter was a farewell to the past, a proclamation of rebirth, and a ruthless declaration of war against the enemies yet to come!

Yet, before Qin Feng’s laughter had fully faded, a sudden, ominous shift rippled across the distant horizon.

As if in answer to his challenge, a dense, impenetrable wall of "black clouds" surged forward, blotting out the sky and rolling toward him with the weight of an oncoming tide.

These were no clouds.

It was the endless, teeming host of the Myriad Races, having endured three thousand years of suppression, finally unleashed in a singular, desperate swarm.

Qin Feng slowly ceased his laughter, turning to face the approaching torrent of steel, forged in slaughter and fueled by ancient hatred. Banners eclipsed the sun; the air grew thick with the stench of blood.

A million-strong army—a number sufficient to suffocate any civilization.

The weakest among them were battle-hardened warriors at the peak of the Black Hole stage, while the core of the force consisted of hundreds of thousands of true Domain Lords.

They hailed from a thousand different races, diverse in form: some towered ten thousand feet high like moving mountain ranges; others darted like lightning, leaving long, jagged afterimages in the void; some burned with destructive flames that warped the very fabric of the sky.

Under a unified command, these million warriors locked into a colossal, peerless slaughter formation.

The aura of every soldier converged through the arcane laws of the array, sublimating into a monstrous, gargantuan phantom—a primordial beast woven from pure malice and cosmic law.

The beast roared silently, its blood-red eyes locked onto the solitary figure of Qin Feng. It opened a maw wide enough to swallow stars, hungering to tear the man who dared defy the majesty of the Myriad Races into nothingness.

The sheer iron-blooded pressure of this million-strong host was enough to freeze and shatter space itself. A typical Marquis-level powerhouse caught in this vortex would find their Dao seals suppressed, their spirit crushed by the overwhelming killing intent, and their mind reduced to that of a raving lunatic.

At the vanguard of this million-strong army stood six figures, like six pillars supporting the heavens of this killing field.

They were the six God-Forbidden prodigies of the "Hunter" squad.

Their auras resonated perfectly with the slaughterous intent of the army behind them, acting as a catalyst that pushed this desperate pressure to a terrifying new extreme.

Yet, this was not all.

More terrifying than the million soldiers or the six God-Forbidden prodigies was the distorted void at the very apex of the formation.

"Hum—"

With a vibration that made the very origin of the universe tremble, the space there was forcibly torn open like a canvas. Several majestic figures, tens of thousands of feet tall, emerged slowly from the void to descend upon this mortal realm.

They were not physical bodies, but holographic projections.

Yet, even as projections, the imperial majesty they carried—a power that transcended all laws, where words became reality and the fate of all life was held in their hands—descended like billions of primordial mountains.

The Prism Emperor, the Zero Emperor... five of the supreme decision-makers of the Myriad Alliance had sacrificed priceless cosmic artifacts to project their wills across the vastness of space and time, descending onto this Domain-level battlefield.

Though these projections lacked the power to strike directly, they brought with them the absolute will of an "Emperor."

Under the weight of this will, the heavens themselves paled.

For a moment, the world fell into a deathly silence.

On one side, a million-strong army in a god-slaying formation, six God-Forbidden prodigies radiating lethal intent, and five Imperial projections pressing down through the ages—a force so vast it could make gods and demons retreat.

On the other, a man who had just broken through, bare-chested and standing entirely alone.

This extreme, stark visual contrast created an unparalleled shock that struck directly at the soul.

Facing a scene that would make any King-level powerhouse tremble with terror, Qin Feng’s face remained devoid of fear, or even the slightest hint of gravity.

He simply watched, calm and detached.

His gaze swept over the million-strong army like a dragon from the nine heavens looking down upon a swarm of ants—no malice, no anger, only the absolute indifference born of a higher plane of existence.

Finally, his eyes passed over the six God-Forbidden prodigies and landed directly upon the towering Imperial projections.

His expression remained calm, indifferent, yet deep within that stillness lay a hint of arrogance—hidden, profound, and ready to burst forth at any moment.

The impossible happened.

His aura, alone, did not yield a single inch!

The terrifying power radiating from his newly formed [Ultimate Body]—a force that suppressed the ages and stood supreme—acted as an invisible, eternal dam standing between heaven and earth.

No matter how the million-strong army’s killing intent surged, no matter how the six God-Forbidden prodigies provoked him, no matter how the Emperors’ supreme majesty pressed down, they could not shake him in the slightest!

The vast void between him and the Myriad army had become the most perilous battlefield.

Invisible wills and auras collided with violent intensity, sparking ripples of visible energy. Lightning flashed, and the void fractured!

Jagged, ink-black rifts in space flickered in and out of existence at the center of the standoff, as if the world itself could not withstand such a clash of wills and was on the verge of total collapse.

He was truly, with his own strength, standing against the combined might of the Myriad Alliance on this battlefield!

A deathly silence blanketed the field.

The clamor and roars of the Myriad army were eerily quelled by Qin Feng’s calm gaze.

Every warrior felt the terrifying pressure radiating from the seemingly small figure ahead, a pressure that made their very souls tremble.

Finally, the projection of the Prism Emperor, composed of pure light, broke the suffocating silence.

Looking down from on high, his voice was cold and majestic, devoid of emotion, like a god delivering a final judgment upon a mortal.

"The God of Slaughter, Qin Feng."

He spoke the title Qin Feng had earned on these outer islands, forged in the blood and bones of countless Myriad prodigies.

Coming from the mouth of an Emperor, these four words represented a twisted form of "recognition."

"You have slaughtered over ten thousand of our prodigies. Three hundred years ago, you annihilated thirty-six of our elite legions. Your sins are profound, too numerous to record."

The Prism Emperor’s voice was not loud, yet it echoed clearly in the ears of every living being. Each word seemed to contain the weight of the Heavenly Dao, compelling one to kneel.

His tone shifted abruptly, his eyes revealing a sense of high-handed, charitable condescension.

"However, considering your difficult path of cultivation, and your ability to create the prototype of a supreme Dao that could summon the Nine-Colored Divine Thunder in this wasteland, you are a talent of the ages."

"This Emperor will grant you one chance."

"Kneel."

The Prism Emperor’s voice became absolute, like an irreversible imperial decree.

"Offer up your soul essence, open your consciousness, and join my Crystal Race as a slave.

I shall personally reshape your foundation and refine you into the strongest 'Guardian Puppet' of my race, sparing your life."

At these words, the entire field erupted in shock.

Even the eyes of Shi Lan and the other God-Forbidden prodigies flickered with unease.

To refine such an eternal monster, one who had pioneered a nine-colored Dao, into a mindless puppet?

That was ten thousand times more cruel than killing him outright!

It was the ultimate humiliation a cultivator could ever endure!

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng was momentarily stunned.

He seemed unable to grasp the meaning of the Prism Emperor’s words at first, or perhaps he found them so absurd that they defied belief.

Seconds later, he finally understood.

"Heh..."

A scoff of extreme contempt, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world, escaped his throat.

Then, that scoff erupted into a earth-shattering, wild roar of laughter!

"Ha... Hahahahahaha—!"

Qin Feng’s laughter was louder and more unbridled than it had ever been before!

It was filled with disdain, mockery, and a boundless arrogance that viewed the heroes of the world as nothing at all.

This laughter transformed into a tangible storm, violently battering the million-strong army array ahead, causing the phantom of the ancient beast, forged from pure bloodlust, to tremble incessantly!

"Ha, ha, ha, ha... A slave, a servant! A guardian puppet! A... 'spare my life'!"

The laughter ceased, and Qin Feng’s gaze sharpened like a peerless divine blade, as if it could cleave the nine heavens and ten earths, tear through the ancient firmament, and pierce straight into the projection of the arrogant Prism Emperor above.

Every word he spoke was like a thunderclap, resounding across the universe:

"So, you are a crowned emperor of the Crystal Race?"

"A mere projection of will, unable to even sustain its own power, dares to prattle before me?!"

His voice suddenly rose, hardening into a roar of infinite killing intent that made the very heavens and earth hum in vibration!

"Slave? Puppet?!"

"Your Crystal Race, are you even worthy?!"

"Today, your words—I, Qin, have etched them into my memory!"

Qin Feng extended a finger, pointing toward the majestic imperial projection, his eyes erupting with a pure, unadulterated, and biting murderous intent.

"One day, I shall personally set foot in the ancestral lands of your Crystal Race!"

"I will slaughter your kind until your bloodline is severed, until your race is erased from existence!"

These words, like a celestial thunderbolt containing the power to destroy worlds, slammed ruthlessly and irrevocably into the Prism Emperor’s projection, and into the deepest souls of the millions of alien powerhouses present!

Mad!

Mad to the absolute extreme!

Mad to the point of lawlessness!

Since the rise of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, which had dominated the cosmic sea for endless ages, had anyone ever dared to utter such blasphemous, such insane words of genocide to a crowned emperor who wielded the authority of a top-tier civilization?

Never mind a newly ascended Domain Lord; even those long-famed Kings or Emperors of the human race would never dare to speak such wild words!

Because that signified an endless, bloody war of races, the most tragic collision of civilizations!

Yet, this human named "Qin Feng" had not only said it, but said it with such ironclad certainty and chilling intent, as if he were not placing a mad bet, but stating a future that was already written in stone!

In that instant, the Prism Emperor’s projection, tens of thousands of feet tall and composed of pure, radiant laws, suffered a visible and violent fluctuation.

The billions of chains of order that formed his body trembled and collided frantically, emitting a piercing screech, as if they would collapse on the spot, unable to bear the torrential fury surging from his true form.

He was truly, deeply enraged.

He had envisioned many reactions from Qin Feng.

Perhaps fearful begging, perhaps the blustering insults of a coward, or perhaps silent, stubborn resistance.

But he had never imagined that after offering the "merciful," singular path to survival, he would be met with such a naked, uncompromising declaration of genocide!

This was no longer provocation; it was trampling!

It was taking his dignity as a Crystal Emperor—and the dignity of his entire race—and grinding it ruthlessly into the dust!

"Good..."

A syllable, cold to the absolute limit, escaped the Prism Emperor. "Very good!"

His voice no longer held the lofty majesty and playfulness of before; it had become chillingly somber, like the soul-reaping winds from the depths of the netherworld, every word sharp and cruel as a blade scraping bone.

"Qin Feng, you are arrogant."

"So arrogant that even I must admire your courage."

The Prism Emperor’s projection stared fixedly at Qin Feng, devoid of any remaining contempt, leaving only pure, unmasked, icy murder.

"Do you think that because you pioneered the prototype of the Divine Path, you can contend with us, the ten thousand races?"

"I admit, today, we cannot enter the Dead Meteor Land to execute you. But that does not mean you will live."

"Even if you manage to survive this million-strong army today, do not dream of leaving this Dead Meteor Island."

The Prism Emperor’s voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"I, and the other Emperors, will be waiting for you outside this forbidden zone."

"We will cast a net from which there is no escape, we will invoke our ancestral relics, and we will turn this star sector into a true land of death."

"I want to see how you will escape from under our very eyes!"

"I hope that when you walk out of here, you still possess this same backbone!"

The words fell, and the Prism Emperor’s projection spoke no more.

Any verbal exchange, in the face of Qin Feng’s vow to "slaughter until the race is erased," had become pale and powerless.

Henceforth, the only language left was blood and fire.

His majestic projection took one last look at Qin Feng, a gaze that seemed to be observing a corpse already nailed to the pillar of shame.

Then, his projection began to blur, transforming into a sky full of brilliant light, like fireflies on a summer night, slowly and silently dissipating into the air.

Following his departure, the other four towering projections of the alien Emperors also swept their cold gazes over Qin Feng in silence, before, without warning, they all dissolved into a rain of light and vanished.

The Emperors had departed.

When they arrived, they brought a supreme majesty that made the world bow;

When they left, they left behind a mandate of execution and a death trap from which there was no return.

As the five imperial projections vanished, the terrifying pressure that had weighed upon everyone’s heads, as if the Heavenly Dao itself had descended, dissipated into smoke.

However, the million-strong army below felt no relief; instead, they felt that suffocating pressure become even heavier, even more real!

Because, the moment the imperial projections vanished, Qin Feng’s gaze finally moved slowly away from the empty sky.

His sight, like a peerless, malevolent sword that had just tasted the blood of gods and demons, carried the lingering, sharp edge of his confrontation with the Emperors as it slashed downward!

Finally, his gaze locked with absolute precision onto the six formidable figures standing before the million-strong army—Shi Lan, Wu Hen, Ba Xia, Cai Jue, Si Qi, and Chen Guang.

The moment they were pinned by that gaze, even someone as gifted as the God-Forbidden genius Shi Lan felt his heart jump involuntarily, the hairs on his body standing on end in an instant!

What kind of look was that?

Calm, indifferent, devoid of the slightest emotion.

Yet, it was as if an eternal, ultimate predator were surveying its prey.

Under that gaze, their pride in their God-Forbidden cultivation, and the million-strong army behind them capable of leveling star systems, seemed to become a joke, a hollow backdrop, utterly meaningless.

In Qin Feng’s eyes, there seemed to be only the six of them.

No, more accurately, only the concept of "prey."

Under the eyes of the multitude, in the deathly silence, Qin Feng grinned.

That smile, reflected in the eyes of Shi Lan and the others, made them feel a chilling murderous intent more biting than ten thousand years of black ice!

In that smile, there was no anger, no hatred, only a pure, excited anticipation for an interesting "game" about to begin!

Finally, the voice that detonated the entire battlefield, like a final verdict, rang out.

Qin Feng’s voice was not loud, yet imbued with a mystical soul-art, it carried with crystalline clarity to every corner of the battlefield, reaching the ears of every living soul:

"Now, it is my turn."

"I, Qin, have come to slaughter you all!"

BOOM—!!!

As the final syllable fell, it struck with the force of a collapsing mountain and a raging tsunami!

The monstrous battle-will within Qin Feng, dormant for three thousand years, suppressed for three thousand years, and long since coiled to its absolute limit, finally erupted like the most violent of super-volcanoes!

A blood-red aura of slaughter, pure and condensed to the point of tangibility, surged from his body, transforming into a visible, world-shattering shockwave that swept madly in every direction!

In that instant, the entire world seemed to drain of all color, leaving only an endless, soul-trembling crimson!

Under the shroud of this killing gale, the iron-blooded malice gathered by the million-strong army of the myriad races was torn to shreds as if it were mere parchment!

The phantom of the ancient beast, forged from their collective intent, let out a shrill, mournful cry before shattering on the spot!

Space, at this moment, grew thicker than mercury.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

There remained only that solitary, standing figure, and the boundless killing intent... that enveloped the heavens and the earth!

The great war, poised on a razor’s edge, was about to ignite!

(End of Chapter)