Chapter 324: Contacting Family, Meeting Cloud Bat Marquis Again! Instantly Killing Two Emperor Ranks

Chapter 324: Contacting Family, Re-encountering Cloud Bat Marquis! Instant Kill of Two Marquis-level Beings!

Inside the grand hall, an eternal stillness returned.

The hundreds of cosmic sovereigns who previously exuded torrents of majestic aura, filled with absolute shock and reverence, had already withdrawn as if granted an immense amnesty.

Their footsteps upon departure were even lighter by three fractions than when they arrived, as if deeply afraid of disturbing the sole, supreme master of this vast, empty megacity.

Qin Feng sat alone upon the main throne carved from a single piece of a star's core, his fingertips unconsciously and lightly tapping the armrest, producing crisp, metallic reverberations.

Every single tap seemed to merge as one with the pulse of this colossal cosmic city, causing invisible ripples of Dao rhythm to undulate through the desolate hall.

His gaze pierced through the dome of the palace, looking toward that deep, cold, yet magnificent universe outside.

He reached out his hand, gently tapping the void, and a soft screen of light expanded before him as a communication request for the subspace network was quietly sent out.

After handling all the "official business" concerning the future of his territory, he finally had the time to attend to some private matters.

The first one he contacted was his uncle, located far away in the hinterlands of the human empire.

The communication request traveled an unknown distance through subspace, and the words "Connecting..." flashed on the light screen for several minutes, which was an exceptionally long time for the highest-specification communication network of the human race, sufficient to prove how distantly vast the spatial span between the two was.

Finally, the light screen fluctuated for a moment, and a familiar face, slightly weather-worn, emerged.

"Uncle."

Qin Feng spoke softly.

The middle-aged man within the light screen was precisely Qin Feng's uncle.

Not having met for many years, a strand of silvery white had already appeared at his temples, yet his eyes remained bright, filled with passion and persistence for machinery and power armor.

At this moment, what filled those eyes even more was an unquenchable excitement, gratification, and that heartfelt pride of sharing in the glory.

"Feng!"

His uncle's voice trembled slightly, and he scrutinized Qin Feng within the light screen with absolute care, as if wanting to engrave his appearance deeply into his soul, "Your... everything about you, your uncle has heard it all! 'Fiend God' haha, good, what a splendid 'Fiend God'! Morning Star has also produced a prominent figure renowned throughout the universe!"

He laughed heartily, yet the corners of his eyes were somewhat moist.

The youth who back then still needed his protection had now grown into a towering titan whom the entire universe looked up to.

"Those two stinky brats, Hao and Jie, already contacted me in advance, telling me they are safe and sound on Dead Meteor Island, and have even achieved great military merits."

His uncle's tone was brimming with pride, "I know, this is all thanks to your favor."

A gentle smile appeared on Qin Feng's face as he shook his head: "Uncle, this is a merit they fought for with their own lives, it doesn't have much to do with me. They are both fine young men."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, they are no longer the children they once were, it's just that you are their father, so you still see them as kids now."

Qin Feng smiled, and then asked with concern: "What about you? How have you been lately? Have you made any progress in your cultivation?"

Hearing Qin Feng ask about his recent situation, the smile on his uncle's face grew even wider, and he puffed out his chest with a bit of complacency, an aura belonging to the Stellar level flashing past: "I am now a Stellar-level powerhouse too! Endless lifespan, haha! I am still in the logistics department, researching my favorite power armor, this is my lifelong hobby and career, I can't let it go."

But very quickly, his expression carried a trace of helpless resignation: "However, it stops here. I can feel that my progress is getting slower and slower. I estimate that for the endless years to come, I will remain stagnant at this realm."

Within his words, there was regret for the limits of his own talent, but even more so, a sense of satisfaction in finding a lifelong career.

Hearing this, Qin Feng comforted him warmly: "Uncle, the Stellar level is already a massive leap in the life hierarchy, and your lifespan no longer has an end.

Living in this world, to have a research that you love and are willing to dedicate

Countless starships from diverse cosmic nations, like industrious worker bees, wove through the void, ferrying vast quantities of resources and populations.

Within the city, structures of myriad functions rose from the ground—marketplaces, cultivation zones, mission halls—all operating with impeccable order.

Over these decades, Qin Feng had traversed every corner of his fiefdom.

He was not merely wandering for pleasure, but surveying this vast territory with the perspective of a supreme lord, grounding his understanding in reality.

He had mastered the customs, resource distribution, strength of powerhouses, and potential threats of the six or seven hundred cosmic nations under his command.

In particular, he focused his scrutiny on the Ancient Kingdom of Tianxuan, the most formidable of them all, ruled by that intermediate marquis, the "Sovereign of Tianxuan," ensuring this most powerful "local tyrant" remained firmly within his grasp.

Regarding the city's administration, beyond the "God-Forbidden" mechanical servant Pilihuo, who had already left a deep impression on every sovereign, Qin Feng took further action.

Utilizing arcane techniques obtained from the Machine Race that far surpassed the knowledge of this era, and combining them with massive amounts of divine metals and resources exchanged from the Holy Academy, he personally forged dozens of new "intelligent lifeforms" with diverse functions.

Some of these intelligences were infused into war machines resembling star fortresses, responsible for the entire territory's military defense, fleet scheduling, and border patrols.

Others were integrated into the vast computational hub covering the entire domain, tasked with processing astronomical economic data, resource allocation, and civil development.

Still others became invisible phantoms, dedicated to the collection, analysis, and filtering of intelligence.

With Pilihuo as the core and dozens of specialized AIs as branches, an absolutely efficient, loyal, and tireless super-intelligent management network was initially constructed over those decades.

This network acted like an invisible hand, keeping the billions of souls and countless complex affairs of the six or seven hundred cosmic nations in perfect order; its efficiency was so staggering that the sovereigns who came to report felt bewildered, their awe for this mysterious city lord deepening.

As the architect of all this, Qin Feng became a completely "hands-off" master.

He devoted the vast majority of his time and energy to his own cultivation.

The territory was merely a cornerstone and a harbor on his journey; his own strength was the only raft capable of crossing the bitter sea of the universe.

The cultivation chamber in the deepest part of the City Lord's Mansion was utterly isolated from the outside world, with the flow of time adjusted to the extreme by powerful formations.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, his body as still as an ancient monolith.

Part of his consciousness was immersed in the insights gained from his ten-thousand-year life-and-death struggle against the Blood-Slaughter Marquis.

Every minute, every second, every strike, every dodge, and every circulation of energy from those ten millennia were repeatedly simulated and reconstructed in the sea of his soul.

He was not merely digesting combat experience; he was absorbing the lifelong martial wisdom and insights into the Great Dao of this veteran intermediate marquis.

This deep digestion made his combat instincts increasingly terrifying.

Another part of his consciousness cautiously probed the depths of his soul, beginning a preliminary study of the god-level secret manual "Nine Tribulations War Canon," "gifted" by the Chaos Evil God Khorne.

Merely viewing this canon was enough to feel waves of pure, extreme slaughter and destruction, capable of shattering the composure of even the strongest powerhouses.

Every ancient character within seemed condensed from the wails and blood of billions, containing the supreme path leading to the end of war and destruction.

Qin Feng knew well that with his current realm and state of mind, he was far from meeting the standards required to practice this terrifying art.

To practice it forcibly would lead to only one end: being utterly corrupted by the Khornate will contained within, becoming a champion of the Evil God who knows only slaughter.

Yet, he continued to study and analyze it.

He did not seek to learn it, but to understand it, to discern the root of the Chaos Evil God's might, and to prepare as fully as possible for his future path and the higher-dimensional enemies he might one day face.

Beyond this, Qin Feng spent most of his time seeking his own path.

The "Path of the Limit" had been pioneered, and the [Limit Body] had been forged, but he knew this was only the beginning.

There were no precedents to follow; every step required him to explore and blaze a trail for himself.

It was an incredibly long and tedious process.

The entire [Qin Feng Cosmic City], and indeed the whole domain, operated steadily within this calm and efficient rhythm.

Until, over a decade later.

"Hum—"

In the cultivation chamber, Qin Feng, his mind immersed in countless secret arts, was suddenly awakened by a rapid yet not jarring alarm.

This was the highest-level alarm he had personally set, triggered only by events he had pre-defined as requiring his personal intervention.

He slowly opened his eyes; within them, scenes of stars being born and dying, of eras shifting, flashed by before returning to a profound, calm depth.

In the void before him, a light shadow condensed, taking the form of the intelligent lifeform responsible for intelligence coordination.

It appeared as a mass of liquid metal constantly shifting in form, and its voice was a precise, efficient, and emotionless synthesized electronic tone.

"Report, Master."

"In the 'Campbell-7834-theta' star sector, we have just detected an encrypted, high-intensity psionic distress signal conforming to the highest sequence standards of the Human Holy Academy."

The intelligent lifeform paused, vast data streams flashing through its core as it instantly completed identity verification.

"Source identity confirmed: Human marquis-level powerhouse, the Cloud-Bat Marquis."

"Distress content: He is currently under siege by three intermediate-level alien marquises; the distress beacon's psionic energy is rapidly decaying. The situation is critical."

"The Cloud-Bat Marquis?"

Upon hearing the name, a sharp, sword-like glint flashed through Qin Feng's otherwise placid eyes.

His memory, like a lake disturbed by a stone, rippled instantly, recalling the battle for opportunity that had occurred hundreds of years ago at the Ancient King's Ruins.

He remembered that outside the ruins, it was this Cloud-Bat Marquis who had stood guard for him, maintaining order and preventing aliens from bullying the weak.

Though his interactions with the Cloud-Bat Marquis were shallow—they had barely spoken a few words—the fact that a human senior had stood guard outside was, in itself, an invisible protection.

Qin Feng had always kept this debt of indirect protection in his heart.

He had not expected that after all these years, the Cloud-Bat Marquis would still be active in the familiar starscape of the 1300th War Zone, and would have fallen into such a perilous situation.

A siege by three intermediate-level alien marquises!

This implied a meticulously planned trap for certain death.

Any single intermediate marquis was enough to suppress a star sector and serve as a pillar of their race.

Three working together meant their strength was far more than the sum of its parts; they must have laid a net from which even a top-tier marquis would struggle to escape alive.

Qin Feng's mind completed all analysis in an instant.

As a fellow human comrade who had benefited from the other's indirect kindness, and with the other now in distress near his own territory, there was no possibility of him standing idly by.

"Received."

Qin Feng's voice was calm, yet contained an unquestionable resolve.

He issued a brief command to the projection of the intelligent lifeform:

"Reply to the Cloud-Bat Marquis; tell him I am on my way."

Before the words had faded, his figure, which had seemed one with the chamber, rose quietly from the cushion.

The chamber door, cast from divine metal and inscribed with billions of formation patterns capable of resisting a full-force strike from an Emperor-level powerhouse, slid open silently to both sides. Outside lay the vast, silent City Lord's Mansion.

The next moment, Qin Feng's figure vanished from the main seat as if it had never been there.

And in the magnificent sky above [Qin Feng Cosmic City], which was vast enough to obscure the stars, a stream of light—invisible to both the naked eye and divine sense—flashed like a phantom crossing time and space, instantly merging into the deep, boundless darkness of the universe.

His speed had long since transcended the constraints of physical law, easily breaking the barrier of ten thousand times the speed of light.

The space along his path, faced with his terrifying [Limit Body], did not even have time to ripple or distort; it parted like gentle water, voluntarily opening an absolute straight line leading toward the distance!

The Fierce God emerges from seclusion!

……

At the edge of the universe, dead silence is the eternal theme.

This is the fringe of the newly enfeoffed territory of Qin Feng—the "Qin Feng Star Domain," a vast and boundless belt of shattered meteorites.

It resembles a colossal, hideous scar stretched across the sea of stars, silently recounting the glory that once existed here and the desolation that now remains.

The space is permeated with an aura of extreme chaos and violence.

At the heart of the storm, a dim array struggles to hold its ground.

This is the "Cloud Bat Array," the very foundation of Marquis Cloud Bat’s fame, which has carried him through endless ages on the cosmic battlefield.

Composed of nineteen marquis-level artifacts of varying powers, it links heaven and earth to manifest infinite wonders.

Yet now, this once-illustrious array is like a candle in the wind, its brilliance faded to the extreme. Of the nineteen artifacts forming the array, the core spirituality of three has completely shattered, their surfaces covered in shocking cracks, reduced almost to common scrap metal.

In the center of the array, the figure of Marquis Cloud Bat staggers, his aura withered to the point of exhaustion.

Above his head, the Dao Seal condensed from his lifelong cultivation—a spiritual energy cloud bat with a wingspan of ten thousand meters, formed from billions of intricate runes—is emitting waves of mournful cries.

Half of its once-solid bat wings have completely disintegrated, turning into pure primordial energy that drifts uncontrollably into the cold depths of the universe.

For any marquis-level powerhouse, a damaged Dao Seal is the heaviest of blows, nearly equivalent to the severance of one's path of cultivation.

The constant loss of primordial energy makes the Marquis's aura extremely unstable, at times as violent as a raging tide, at others as faint as a firefly.

The high-grade battle armor he spent half his life’s savings to acquire is long since shattered, countless fragments peeling away like butterflies to reveal the scarred flesh beneath.

Golden divine blood flows continuously from the corners of his mouth, staining his chest a dark red. His face, usually calm and dignified, is now as pale as paper, devoid of any color.

"My life ends here!"

A desperate sigh escapes the heart of Marquis Cloud Bat.

Months ago, in an ancient ruin he stumbled upon, he had survived a brush with death to obtain a heaven-sent opportunity.

It was a fragmented Holy Spirit Herb containing ancient spatial laws. If he could fully refine it, his "Cloud Bat Array" would undergo a qualitative transformation, perhaps even granting him a glimpse into the mysteries of the King-level realm.

But he never imagined that before he could find a safe place to digest this opportunity, he would meet such a calamity, intercepted by three mid-level marquis-level aliens who had already laid a net for him here.

He regrets!

He regrets not choosing to crush the priceless life-saving talisman bestowed by the Holy Academy the moment he was ambushed.

Once activated, that talisman would have teleported him billions of light-years away; though it would have left him severely weakened, it would have at least preserved his life.

But in the end, he could not bear to part with the opportunity that could change his destiny.

Clinging to a sliver of luck, he sent a highest-level distress signal to the nearest human lord—the newly risen, notoriously fierce "Fierce God" Qin Feng.

He fantasized that perhaps he could hold out with his array until reinforcements arrived.

In the end, this greed pushed him into an even deeper abyss.

His life flashes before his eyes like a revolving lantern, his long, seemingly endless years of cultivation.

From an ignorant creature on a remote planet, relying on a thin thread of bloodline, he climbed the path of cultivation step by bloody step, surviving countless life-and-death tribulations, eventually condensing his Dao Seal and earning the title "Cloud Bat," becoming a powerhouse guarding a corner of human territory.

How arduous and difficult this journey had been!

"What a pity... it is too far from Heaven-Swallowing Universe City and Thunder Universe City..."

Marquis Cloud Bat’s heart is cold.

He knows that those two core fortresses, personally overseen by the supreme powers of humanity, are his only true hope for survival.

But the enemy clearly calculated this, deliberately blocking him in this desolate star domain, far from any help, cutting off all his hope.

"Roar!"

Though his Dao Seal is reduced to a broken half, and his soul is on the verge of exhaustion, Marquis Cloud Bat does not give up.

A flash of desperate madness crosses his eyes as he exerts his last ounce of strength, driving all remaining power to its limit.

"Hum—"

The broken Cloud Bat Dao Seal emits an earth-shattering hum, and countless brilliant streams of light surge madly from the shattered seal, pouring recklessly into the crumbling Cloud Bat Array.

In an instant, the array flares with a final, dying brilliance.

Thousands of cloud bats, formed entirely of pure spiritual energy, manifest. Their eyes are blood-red, devoid of emotion, like the most resolute of suicide troops, forming a black torrent that charges headlong toward the three terrifying figures surrounding him, seeking only to buy him a single moment of respite.

At the three points of the encirclement, the three alien marquises, radiating monstrous power, watch his final struggle with cold indifference, like three impassable demonic mountains.

One of them is the Zerg powerhouse—Marquis Blade Mantis.

His form is that of a giant mantis comparable to a star, his body covered in ink-green armor that glints with the cold luster of metal.

His two forelimbs have evolved into two terrifying bone blades shimmering with dark gold, naturally etched with countless Dao divine patterns. Every seemingly casual swing easily slices through the stable cosmic space, leaving behind dark cracks that refuse to heal.

Above his head, a "Death" divine character, condensed from pure killing intent, radiates a tyrannical and cruel aura; this is his Dao Seal.

Facing the fearless torrent of cloud bats, Marquis Blade Mantis lets out a hiss of disdain, his two bone blades crossing in a strike.

"Shhh!"

Two dark golden blade lights, spanning the cosmos, flash and vanish, as if even time and light were severed by them.

Wherever the blade light passed, hundreds of spiritual energy cloud bats were instantly split in two, their spiritual cores annihilated along with them, without a single sound.

Another is the Rock-race marquis—Marquis Bedrock.

His true form is composed entirely of an unknown cosmic rock, an irregular humanoid shape, his surface pitted and scarred, yet radiating an aura of eternal, indestructible permanence.

His defensive power is considered unsolvable among his peers; most of Marquis Cloud Bat’s attacks land on him without leaving even a white mark.

His Dao Seal is a heavy, massive "Suppression" divine mountain that seems to carry the weight of the entire universe.

With a muffled grunt, the "Suppression" mountain above his head flares, and an invisible, terrifying force field expands instantly. The thousands of cloud bats charging at the front seem to hit an invisible wall, their bodies stalling before disintegrating inch by inch under the horrific pressure, turning into pure points of spiritual light.

And the last one, who inflicted the most fatal damage on Marquis Cloud Bat, is the Monster-race marquis—Marquis Evil Bone.

His true form is a giant white-bone centipede nearly a light-year in length, countless pale limbs paddling through the void, stirring up chilling winds.

Now, his massive skeletal body coils in the void, watching the dying struggle of Marquis Cloud Bat, emitting soul fluctuations that make one’s skin crawl:

"Human, give up. This place shall be your burial ground today. Hand over the Holy Spirit Herb, and I will grant you a quick death, sparing your soul from torture."

The three alien marquises form a triangle, sealing off every path of retreat for Marquis Cloud Bat.

Victory is already in their hands; they are now merely toying with a prey driven into a corner, savoring the entire process from hope to despair.

"Kill!"

Marquis Blade Mantis has lost his patience. A fierce light flashes in his giant compound eyes, and his two bone blades are raised high, condensing the full power of his Dao Seal, ready to launch a fatal strike to root out the threat.

Marquis Bedrock’s "Suppression" mountain also begins to expand rapidly, the terrifying force of suppression causing the surrounding space to collapse in layers, forming a massive spatial vortex.

Within Marquis Evil Bone’s "Vengeful Soul" black mist, billions of wailing faces emerge, transforming into a torrent of souls that charges directly into Marquis Cloud Bat’s already fragile sea of consciousness.

The combined killing blow of three mid-level marquises is enough to shake the galaxy.

Feeling the three terrifying auras capable of completely erasing him, the last light in Marquis Cloud Bat’s eyes fades away. He abandons all resistance, slowly closing his eyes to welcome the end of his destiny.

However, at this very moment of life and death, in the blink of an eye!

Sudden, violent change erupted!

The entire battlefield, a chaotic domain of space ravaged by a psionic storm, instantly "froze" for a single heartbeat.

This solidification was no esoteric law of nature like the halting of time; it was something far more tyrannical, far more unreasonable—an absolute dominion born of pure physical might and unyielding will.

It was as though an invisible, colossal hand had swept across the cosmos with brutal force, violently smoothing out the raging psionic turbulence and suppressing every boiling law of reality.

The psionic storm that had just been roaring and bellowing grew as docile as a lamb in that instant; the blade-lights and gravitational fields that had been slicing through space froze like insects trapped in amber, turning agonizingly sluggish.

The entire world fell into a bizarre, unnatural silence.

Then, a figure appeared dead center in the battlefield without a shred of warning, right between Marquis Cloud Bat and the three alien marquises, looking as though he had stood there since the dawn of eternity, never once having left.

He wore a suit of black power armor with sleek, fluid lines, deep and fathomless like the star-strewn night sky.

The surface of the armor was not smooth, but rather covered in countless billions of microscopic psionic sigils invisible to the naked eye, veins of life through which a faint, ghostly light flowed, blending perfectly with his own aura without leaking a single shred of energy.

In his hand, he quietly gripped a dark gold spear.

The shaft of the spear was ancient and plain, devoid of any ornate decoration, yet its tip seemed to be a miniature black hole, hanging naturally but radiating a terrifying aura capable of swallowing stars and annihilating all creation.

But what drew the most attention was neither his battle armor nor his divine weapon.

It was the faint, shimmering white light surrounding his body, resembling a veil of cold, serene moonlight.

This white light was not dazzling, appearing almost dim, yet it possessed an indescribable, peerless quality.

It was the natural manifestation of a physical body impervious to all laws—the hallmark of a perfected Limit Body!

This abrupt intrusion caused the movements of the three alien marquises, who were on the verge of delivering their killing blows, to suddenly freeze.

Marquis Mantis and Marquis Bedrock were stunned at first, and then their immense divine senses swept toward the figure like a tidal wave.

As their senses washed over him, the feedback caused their tensed nerves to instantly relax.

"Domain Lord realm?"

Indeed, though the newcomer's aura was majestic and condensed to an unbelievable degree—more powerful than any peak Domain Lord they had ever encountered—his body lacked the unique fluctuations generated by a coalesced Dao Imprint.

That was a fundamental divergence in life-stages.

In the eyes of Marquis-level powerhouses, any living being without a Dao Imprint, no matter how powerful, was mere chaff.

"Heh... another human reinforcement coming to throw his life away?"

The screeching soul-transmission of Marquis Mantis echoed in everyone's mind, dripping with unmasked contempt and cruelty. "To think that before you die, you old bat, you could drag down such a foolish fool with you.

Human fledgling, I give you a choice right now—"

His two bone-blades, gleaming with a dark golden light, slowly rose to point from afar at the black-armored figure, his killing intent boiling like a vast ocean.

"Begone, or die!"

"A mere Domain Lord dares to meddle in our battle of Marquises? You court death!"

Marquis Bedrock roared in a muffled, booming voice that sounded like countless stars collapsing simultaneously, making the entire space hum and vibrate.

With a mere thought, the "Suppression" Mountain Dao Imprint hovering above his head shuddered slightly, unleashing a majestic gravitational field that rolled forward like an invisible river of stars, aiming to crush the newly appeared figure under its righteous weight!

He wanted this ignorant human Domain Lord to be ground into dust, bones and dignity alike, before absolute power!

Meanwhile, Marquis Cloud Bat, who had already closed his eyes to await death, snapped them open the moment he sensed that familiar, human aura.

A flash of wild, post-disaster joy crossed his eyes; he assumed some passing human Marquis had sensed his distress signal and rushed to his aid.

But when his own divine sense perceived the newcomer's true realm, the spark of joy and hope that had just ignited instantly withered into a deeper, thicker despair and guilt.

"A Domain Lord?!"

He let out a painful wail in his heart.

It was over! Everything was ruined!

Not only had he failed to wait for a savior, but due to a momentary lapse in judgment, he had doomed a future pillar of the human race!

To dare breach a battlefield of three mid-tier Marquises alone as a Domain Lord required unparalleled courage.

But now, he was going to fall here!

Perishing under a foolish distress signal!

"Flee! Flee now!"

Marquis Cloud Bat mustered every ounce of his remaining strength, desperate to speak, desperate to transmit a divine thought to warn his young compatriot.

However, Marquis Bedrock's terrifying gravitational field had completely suppressed him; he could not even twitch a finger, let alone send out a message.

Endless regret and agony submerged him like a rising tide.

Yet, just as the contempt of Marquis Mantis, the fury of Marquis Bedrock, and the despair of Marquis Cloud Bat intertwined, the third hunter—Marquis Evil Bone of the Demon Race—offered a completely different reaction.

Unlike the disdain of the other two, the moment he beheld that black-armored figure, his colossal bone-centipede body, stretching a full light-year in length, suddenly stiffened!

The countless compound eyes covering the billions of bone segments on his torso dilated to their absolute limits at the exact same time, resembling venomous needles shrouded in shadow!

A terror originating from the deepest recesses of his soul and the very source of his lineage—a terror defying all description—swept through his entire body like a freezing cosmic undercurrent!

He did not mock like Marquis Mantis, nor did he attack immediately like Marquis Bedrock.

He simply froze there, frantically and recklessly searching and cross-referencing through his vast memory database.

This stature... this overbearing aura that seemed to reign supreme over all laws... this dark golden spear...

And above all... above all, that faint, seemingly unremarkable white light around his body that repelled all laws and energies!

That was no protective divine light, let alone the manifested power of a Dao Imprint!

A name, a terrifying title that had risen like a comet over the past tens of thousands of years, echoing across the cosmic battlefield and striking terror into the hearts of countless alien geniuses—a title that even King-level and Emperor-level existences regarded with gravity—slowly and clearly surfaced from the deepest recesses of his memory like an inescapable nightmare.

This name stood for endless slaughter and death.

This title was the sharpest spear of the human race, and the deepest fear in the hearts of all races that opposed humanity!

"It's him..."

"How can it be him?!"

"Why is he here?!!"

The soul of Marquis Evil Bone was trembling, wailing.

He finally recognized the newcomer.

The Human Race's Fiendgod—

Qin Feng!

A sharp, panicked, and utterly distorted soul-shriek, sounding like the most vicious curse from the nine underworlds, or the wail of a mortal witnessing the fall of a god, abruptly shattered the deathly silence of the starry sky!

"Stop!!!"

"Mantis! Bedrock! Fall back—!!!"

"It's Qin Feng! It's that 'Fiendgod' Qin Feng—!!!"

The voice belonged to Marquis Evil Bone, the demon Marquis who had been hovering at the edge of the battlefield, eroding Marquis Cloud Bat's Dao Imprint with malicious curses!

His light-year-long bone-centipede body was now convulsing and trembling violently, completely out of control, driven by absolute, paralyzing terror.

Within his thousands of compound eyes, the figure of Qin Feng was reflected, preternaturally calm,

yet they betrayed a terror and dread born from the deepest recesses of his soul, as if he had beheld his natural predator, his apocalypse, and the final arbiter of his own destiny!

(End of this chapter)