Chapter 331: Fierce God Qin Feng! You Bring Shame Upon the Shadowmoon Gray Wolf! Executing

Chapter 331: The Fierce God Qin Feng! You Shame the Shadow Moon Wolf! Slaying Marquis Zhu Wu, Shocking the Assembly!

At the very moment Qin Feng rose to his feet, two men felt their hearts plummet, flooded with a crushing tide of anxiety, remorse, and regret.

One was the Sovereign of Qiantian.

The other was the Sovereign of Chiyu.

"My Lord! You are being foolish!"

The Sovereign of Qiantian felt a tempest raging within his soul, his mind screaming in silent, frantic agony.

His thoughts raced with the speed of lightning.

"Why stand now? Why expose yourself so recklessly?"

"Though the Marquis of Evil Bone is a monster of terrifying strength, his fatal flaw is the arrogance that permeates his very marrow! From the moment he descended, his focus has been entirely on us so-called 'powerhouses'; he hasn't even spared a glance for the seat of honor!"

"Coupled with your divine, unfathomable ability to cloak your aura and merge with the fabric of space, you have achieved a state of 'darkness beneath the lamp'! In his eyes, you were merely a guest of status, paralyzed by fear!"

"What a heaven-sent opportunity this was!"

The Sovereign of Qiantian’s heart bled; he could already foresee the tragedy to come.

"If you had only endured a moment longer, waited just a little while more!"

"Once we had played along, feigned submission to his humiliating terms, and lulled him into a false sense of security, you could have slipped away unnoticed once he left the Yaoguang Hall!"

"With your standing, once word reached the Holy Academy, there would be no need to disturb the Sovereign Kings. A single Marquis-level powerhouse would be enough to see this Marquis of Evil Bone—and the 'Demon God' he serves—reduced to ash, leaving no trace behind!"

"But now... you have revealed yourself!"

"What are you doing? You intend to face the Marquis of Evil Bone alone?"

"How could you... how could you commit such an unwise act here!"

"Your nature... it is, in the end... far too unyielding!"

The Sovereign of Qiantian clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms, drawing blood he did not even feel.

He grieved for Qin Feng’s "rashness," lamented the impending fall of a peerless prodigy, and despaired for the final sliver of hope that had now been severed.

To him, this earth-shattering step was not a salvation, but the final act of self-destruction.

Across the hall, the grievously wounded Sovereign of Chiyu struggled to rise, desperate to offer a warning, but as he opened his mouth, a torrent of blood erupted, worsening his already critical state.

He had been shattered by the Marquis of Evil Bone’s Dao Seal; even his soul essence was trembling, leaving him unable to form a coherent telepathic message.

"My Lord... do not... this beast... is too fierce..."

His fragmented thoughts were like a candle in a gale, heavy with helplessness and dread.

"A gentleman... does not stand... beneath a crumbling wall..."

In his view, while Qin Feng was unfathomably powerful, the Marquis of Evil Bone was different!

The Marquis of Evil Bone was a veteran powerhouse of millions of years, a true peak-level Intermediate Marquis, only a step away from becoming a High Marquis!

Moreover, he stood in the shadow of a mysterious Demon God!

The power he had just displayed felt even more terrifying and bottomless than when Qin Feng had slain those two Marquises.

Especially that declaration of "imminent ascension to Kingship"—it had crushed every shred of hope the Sovereign of Chiyu held.

To him, Qin Feng’s actions confirmed the darker side of the "Fierce God" legend: all dominance, no restraint.

He had cast himself into the most perilous, inescapable abyss!

The surrounding guests had finally shaken off the shock of the primal aura radiating from Qin Feng.

Their gazes upon him turned infinitely complex.

For a moment, the agonizing anxiety of allies, the playful, contemptuous scrutiny of enemies, and the numb ignorance of bystanders created a stark, absurd contrast against the youth’s expression, which remained as calm as an ancient abyss.

The entire Yaoguang Hall felt like a grand stage.

Under the spotlight, Qin Feng stood alone.

Opposite him lay the abyss of despair and a monstrous demon on the verge of claiming a throne.

...

As the focal point of the hall, the Marquis of Evil Bone reacted exactly as one would expect.

The two crimson soul-fires within his massive centipede skull rotated slowly, his playful, arrogant gaze sweeping over Qin Feng the moment he stood.

What kind of look was that?

It was like a dragon looking down upon an ant attempting to shake its scales, or a god casting a glance at a mortal who dared to desecrate his icon.

There was no anger, not even killing intent—only a pure, lofty indifference and a trivial sense of "amusement" at being offended.

In his eyes, Qin Feng rising was no different from the Sovereign of Chiyu’s earlier rebuke.

They were merely futile struggles from "ingredients" before the bloody feast began.

Perhaps, using this young man’s soul to sacrifice to the "Demon God" gift he was about to receive would make for a fine appetizer.

He couldn't even be bothered to speak; he prepared to unleash a casual strike, just as he had against the Sovereign of Chiyu, to wipe this insignificant obstacle from his sight.

However, the instant his playful gaze met Qin Feng’s eyes—which were as deep as black holes—

Time seemed to hit a pause button.

Space seemed to solidify in that very heartbeat.

The Marquis of Evil Bone’s massive skeletal true form, large enough to eclipse the stars, suddenly stiffened.

The two crimson soul-fires in his skull, which had been rotating slowly, contracted and flickered violently, as if gripped by an invisible hand, nearly extinguishing on the spot.

"Hum—"

The Marquis of Evil Bone’s sea of souls erupted with an unprecedented, billion-foot-high tempest!

A memory he regarded as the greatest humiliation of his life, a memory he had suppressed with countless secret arts, a memory he had sworn never to recall again, burst forth like a world-ending flood shattering an ancient dam!

The images were so clear, so profound; every detail felt as if it had happened yesterday, carrying a bone-chilling cold and a fear that seeped into his very marrow, instantly drowning his consciousness!

In the boundless void of the universe, stars were but dust.

He, the Marquis of Evil Bone, had been leading two dear friends—both Intermediate Marquises—in pursuit of the fleeing Marquis of Cloud Bat.

He could clearly recall his mood then—triumphant, victory within his grasp.

Once the Marquis of Cloud Bat’s assets were divided among the three brothers, their strength would surely ascend to a new level.

Then, Qin Feng had appeared!

Without a word, he had instantly slaughtered his two brothers!

Two Intermediate Marquises, crushed like ants!

In a frenzy, he had burned his Marquis essence and detonated his most precious, singular trump card—a fragment of a King-level secret treasure he had scavenged from an ancient battlefield ruin!

The terrifying energy released by that explosion, enough to wound or even kill a Sovereign King, had barely bought him a moment against that gaze, allowing him to tear open a path to survival.

That day had become his eternal nightmare.

And the figure of that youth in black had become the core, indescribable avatar of terror within that nightmare!

The torrent of memory washed over him in a single, shattering instant.

Reality and recollection converged into a seamless, terrifying whole.

The young man in black before him was the same "Demon God" from the depths of his memory—the one who had slain two peers of his own rank with a single shot!

"It is..."

"It is... him!!!"

This thought did not strike like a bolt of lightning; it was as if a billion primordial thunderbolts had detonated simultaneously within the soul-sea of the Bone-Evil Marquis!

"BOOM!!!"

His entire soul shuddered violently, teetering on the brink of total disintegration.

The arrogance, the triumph, the invincible hubris, and the boundless dreams of the future that had filled his consciousness a second ago were pulverized in this moment, ground into nothingness by a primal, soul-deep emotion known as "terror."

His pride, his status as a top-tier intermediate Marquis, was nothing more than a joke before this "fiend."

The boast he had just uttered—that even a King-level human could not touch him—now sounded so ironic, so pathetic!

He had been posturing and brandishing his axe before the very nightmare he feared most!

An indescribable sense of absurdity and despair swallowed him whole.

"NO!!!"

A shriek, utterly distorted and piercingly shrill, erupted from the throat of the Bone-Evil Marquis.

The sound held no trace of his former coldness or dominance; it was saturated with uncontrollable panic and absolute despair.

The cry pierced the dome of the Yaoguang Hall, tore through the light curtain of the Nine-Curve Yaoguang Array, and caused the eardrums of every living soul present to ache, their very spirits to tremble!

Then, before the eyes of the horrified crowd, something occurred that completely shattered their perception of reality.

The once-invincible Bone-Evil Marquis, after that scream, did not even offer a parting threat, nor did he harbor a single thought of resistance. His massive, sky-spanning true form—a colossal bone centipede—contracted violently. He unleashed every ounce of his power, burning his Marquis-level essence, which had not yet fully recovered, without a second thought!

Pale, sickly flames of essence roared to life, transforming his gargantuan body into a blinding streak of light.

His target was not Qin Feng, nor any of the guests present.

His target was the edge of the Nine-Curve Yaoguang Array that shrouded the entire palace!

Escape!

Escape!!

Escape!!!

In this moment, his mind held nothing but this single, desperate command.

All his reason, all his intellect, and all his strength were distilled into this one pure, primal motion.

Like a beast driven into a corner by a hunter, he exhausted everything he had, seeking only to tear through the cage and snatch a sliver of survival!

"BOOM!!!"

The pale streak of light slammed into the array’s barrier, erupting in a deafening roar. The entire Spirit Deer Palace, and indeed the capital city below, shook violently.

This scene plunged the Yaoguang Hall back into a deathly, absolute silence.

Everyone was petrified.

The guests who had come to watch the spectacle stood frozen, their faces masks of incomprehensible dullness.

Their mouths hung open, wide enough to swallow an egg, their eyes filled with confusion and absurdity.

The Great Elder of the Spirit Deer Kingdom felt his cruel grin stiffen, replaced by a deathly pallor and endless bewilderment.

He could not fathom why his greatest reliance, the god-like figure he had pinned his hopes upon, would act with such utter loss of composure.

The Sovereigns of Red Feather and Qian Tian stood equally frozen, their anxiety and concern locked in place.

They stared blankly at the pale streak of light frantically battering the array, then looked back at the young man in black who remained standing in place, his expression unchanged, their minds completely stalled.

The renowned, feared top-tier intermediate Marquis—the Bone-Evil Marquis...

Upon seeing Qin Feng, he hadn't even dared to strike, hadn't even dared to utter a single word of bravado, but instead burned his own essence and turned to flee?!

In this moment, the worldviews of everyone present suffered an unprecedented, violent impact.

What was happening before them was more shocking and inconceivable than the sudden death of the Spirit Deer Sovereign and the betrayal of the Great Elder combined.

It completely overturned their understanding of the hierarchy of power!

A single glance had terrified a top-tier intermediate Marquis to this extent?

They knew Qin Feng was strong, capable of slaying Marquises, but they had never imagined he was *this* strong! The Bone-Evil Marquis had been scared into a panicked flight!

Amidst this silence and the collective shock, Qin Feng finally moved.

He did not look at the guests, nor did he pay any heed to the fleeing Bone-Evil Marquis. Instead, he walked slowly back to his seat and picked up the cup of fine wine, poured by the Spirit Deer Sovereign himself, which had not yet grown cold.

Only then did he speak, his voice soft, yet it rang with abnormal clarity in the ears of every living creature, as if echoing from the depths of their very souls:

"Last time, you relied on a piece of King-level scrap to escape. This time, where do you think you can run?"

The tone was flat, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

But the information contained in those words detonated in the minds of all present like a series of supernovas!

Last time?

He escaped?

So... they had clashed before! And judging by the tone, the Bone-Evil Marquis had been soundly defeated, only surviving by detonating a fragment of a King-level treasure?!

Before the words had fully faded.

Qin Feng’s body shifted slightly.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of aura, no weaving of divine law-chains, no surge of divine power. But the moment he moved, the space around him began to collapse, twist, and fold toward him of its own accord.

[Limit Body], full power unleashed!

He took a step.

The step seemed slow, yet it appeared to traverse the dimensions of time, landing precisely upon the nodes of space.

His figure vanished from the seat in an instant.

Several Marquis-level experts present could sense clearly that there were no traces of spatial fluctuation.

This was a speed that was pure, absolute, and beyond the limits of comprehension for everyone present!

In their perception, time seemed to stretch into infinity.

They could only see a blurred, almost impossible-to-lock-on black afterimage, arriving before the target even as it departed, appearing instantly in front of the massive, pale streak of light that was still frantically battering the array.

"No!"

The Bone-Evil Marquis, fleeing for his life, felt a sense of crisis that froze his soul emanating from behind him. Before he could even turn his head, he felt a void of absolute "darkness" manifest before him.

That figure hovered silently in his path, blocking every avenue of escape.

Qin Feng brought his fingers together like a sword, his right index and middle fingers aligned, and slowly raised them.

At his fingertips, no radiance of energy gathered; instead, there appeared a point of intensely condensed black light, as if it could devour every ray of light and every particle of matter in the universe.

That speck of darkness was profound, silent, and restrained, yet it contained a pure, ultimate aura of destruction capable of making even a Marquis turn pale.

It was the first time in thirty thousand years of seclusion that he had perfectly fused the "limit" of physical strength—represented by his [Ultimate Body]—with the "limit" of conceptual will—represented by his own "Pure Black Quality" mental power. He had created a supreme killing move, designed specifically for the ultimate breakthrough at a single point—

[Inch-Light]!

"No—"

Watching that speck of black light drift slowly toward him, the Evil Bone Marquis let out the final scream of his life, filled with infinite regret and despair.

His scream was cut short.

For that speck of black light had landed, light as a feather, upon his pride and joy: the bone carapace he claimed to be indestructible.

There was no sound of impact, no explosion of energy.

The bone carapace, solid enough to withstand the strikes of Marquis-level divine weapons, vanished the moment it touched the [Inch-Light], as if wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving behind a hole as smooth as a mirror.

The black light continued forward, effortlessly piercing his formidable Marquis body, before precisely annihilating the core of his Dao Seal, which lay hidden in the deepest part of his frame, inextricably linked to his soul.

The Evil Bone Marquis’s massive, sky-obscuring centipede true form stiffened abruptly in mid-air.

The two clusters of crimson soul-fire within his skull flickered violently a few times, then extinguished forever.

Then, starting from the point struck by the [Inch-Light], countless fine black cracks spread across his entire body like a spiderweb, moving faster than lightning!

The next moment, under the gaze of tens of thousands of horrified eyes within the Yao-Guang Palace, this top-tier intermediate Marquis, who had rampaged across the universe for millions of years, along with his indestructible Dao Seal, shattered and disintegrated in total silence.

In the end, he turned into a sky full of drifting bone dust, falling slowly like a pale, wretched snow.

Beside the main seat, Qin Feng’s figure reappeared, as if he had never left.

The entire process, from his strike to the total annihilation of the Evil Bone Marquis’s body and soul, had taken no more than a single breath.

He slowly lifted his still-warm cup of fine wine to his lips and took a gentle sip.

The entire hall was struck with terror.

...

From the moment that man rose to the moment the Evil Bone Marquis drifted down as bone dust, the process was so fast that ninety-nine percent of the beings present could not capture it with their naked eyes.

They could only perceive the instantaneous eruption and collision of two terrifying energies, and then, one of them simply ceased to exist.

What kind of incomprehensible gap in strength was this?

This was no longer a simple suppression of cultivation realms; it was an absolute chasm in the hierarchy of life, like a god looking down upon an ant!

Everyone, including Marquis-level powerhouses like the Sovereigns of Chiyu and Qiantian, felt their hearts gripped tight by an invisible hand, making even breathing an arduous task. They looked at the black-clad figure walking back to the main seat, lifting his wine cup with such composure, and only one emotion remained in their eyes—awe.

A pure, profound awe, born from the deepest reaches of the soul, transcending both fear and worship.

Qin Feng set down his wine cup.

The base of the cup met the jade table with a soft "clack."

This sound was like a thunderclap, instantly jolting every soul immersed in boundless shock back to reality.

The hall was filled with the sound of gasping and chattering teeth; many, suddenly released from extreme mental tension, felt their legs give way and collapsed to the floor.

Qin Feng’s gaze did not linger for a fraction of a second on these trembling guests.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes falling calmly upon the Great Elder of the Spirit Deer Kingdom, who had long since collapsed to the ground.

There was no killing intent, no rage, not even a ripple of emotion.

Those deep eyes, black as ink, were like the primordial void before the birth of the universe, capable of swallowing all light, all will, and all souls.

The moment the Great Elder met that gaze, it was as if his entire spirit had been ripped away.

He felt his soul being dragged forcibly from his body by a cold, invisible hand and cast mercilessly into an endless abyss of chaos. There, time and space did not exist—only eternal sinking and crushing.

It was an irresistible, absolute suppression stemming from the very essence of life.

The "Pure Black Quality" mental power manifested as a terrifying, tangible pressure.

It was not shaped like a mountain, yet it weighed more than a billion divine peaks stacked together. It descended silently, shrouding the Great Elder’s heart, instantly shattering all his psychological defenses.

"Cl-clack... clack..."

The Great Elder’s body began to tremble violently, his teeth clashing uncontrollably, producing a grating, bone-chilling sound.

His once-ruddy face drained of all color, turning a deathly gray, his bloodshot eyes filled with ultimate terror.

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic sound rang out, piercing the deathly silence of the hall.

It was the control disk for the "Nine-Curve Yao-Guang Marquis-Sealing Array," the very treasure he had held tightly as his greatest reliance for this rebellion.

Now, he no longer had the strength to hold this artifact, which could trap and kill ordinary Marquis-level powerhouses, and let it slip from his trembling hand onto the cold floor.

He tried to circulate his spiritual energy, tried to summon his mental power to resist the pressure that threatened to crush his soul, only to find in despair that his own power—cultivated for millions of years—was like a tiny stream facing an infinite ocean. The moment it gathered, it was instantly dispersed, assimilated, and annihilated; he could not form any effective resistance.

In his mind, countless images flashed frantically, chaotic as a collapsing galaxy.

There was the fanaticism of his secret meetings with the "Bronze-Masked Envoy" of the Myriad Races Sect;

The malice of personally delivering the poison into the Sovereign’s meal; his boundless ambition, dreaming that after success, he would receive the Evil God’s blessing and become a "Chaos Marquis," ruling over this star sector;

And the twisted, fleeting pleasure he felt when he imagined the Sovereign turning to ash before him...

Then, all these fantasies and fanaticism were shattered by the earth-shattering arrival of the Evil Bone Marquis, and the subsequent, even more inconceivable scene of him being killed in a single breath.

A colossal joke!

All his plans, all his ambitions, had become a completely, utterly foolish joke in this moment!

He finally understood.

Qin Feng was a fierce god walking among men, a terror stepped out of ancient myths!

A horrific existence capable of defining the word "despair" at will!

"Speak."

Just as the Great Elder’s will was about to be swallowed by fear and descend into irreversible madness, Qin Feng’s voice sounded.

The tone remained calm, without a ripple, as if he were merely inquiring about a trivial matter.

"Who else was involved in this?"

This plain question was like the first sound of the Big Bang, instantly piercing through the layers of fear and chaos in the Great Elder’s heart, striking precisely at his fragile instinct for survival.

It became the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

"Waa—!"

The Great Elder’s psychological defenses collapsed entirely. He opened his mouth and let out a shrill, wretched wail.

Snot and tears smeared his old, twisted face. Like a drowning man who had caught a single glimmer of light in the endless dark, he crawled forward on his hands and knees, roaring incoherently:

"There... there is! There is one more! It’s... it’s that bronze-masked man! He... he is an envoy of the 'Myriad Races Sect'!

It was him! It was him who contacted me, he gave me the 'poison' to kill the Sovereign, and it was he who used the Myriad Races Sect’s channels to invite the Evil Bone Marquis... no! That demon, the Evil Bone Marquis!"

To survive, he had abandoned all logic and dignity, frantically casting every ounce of blame upon his unseen accomplice.

"He promised that once it was done, he would sponsor my entry into the Myriad Races Sect, and by sacrificing the souls of these hundreds of star kingdoms, help me ascend to become a 'Chaos Marquis'... It was all his deception! It was all his conspiracy!"

"He... he has been hiding in the palace all along! He and the Marquis of Evil Bones were close, having arrived together!

I do not know his exact location! I truly do not know!"

The Great Elder wept and wailed, kowtowing desperately toward Qin Feng until the polished glass tiles were soon stained with streaks of blood.

"Spare me, my lord! Have mercy, O God of Slaughter! I was merely blinded by greed for a moment; my crimes are unforgivable, but I beg for a chance to atone! I am willing to surrender my soul imprint and serve as your slave for eternity, if only you would spare my life!"

Within the Yaoguang Hall, all the guests held their breath, listening to this wretched confession.

The Myriad Races Sect!

As these three words escaped the Great Elder’s lips, many of the well-informed marquises and merchant magnates felt their pupils contract in shock.

They had not expected that the tentacles of this legendary organization had already infiltrated this seemingly tranquil star sector.

Qin Feng’s expression remained unchanged, as if the weight of the name "Myriad Races Sect" was no different from a pebble by the roadside.

He watched the Great Elder groveling in his pathetic state, a flicker of faint disgust crossing his eyes.

"Oh? So he is hiding?"

He whispered to himself, eyes narrowing, as a flash of brilliance—imperceptible to others—vanished in an instant.

Deep within his consciousness, he had already linked with the vast AI network that blanketed the capital of the Linglu Star Kingdom and was even expanding into the surrounding galaxies.

Hum—

In Qin Feng’s cognitive perspective, the entire world dissolved into an endless torrent of data.

The magnificent Yaoguang Hall, the tens of thousands of guests, the ornate decorations, the drifting bone dust...

All material substance had evaporated, replaced by virtual models constructed from complex code and energy parameters.

[Command confirmed: Initiating scan for anomalous targets.]

[Scan scope: All life forms within Yaoguang Hall.]

[Criterion 1: Non-native life forms of the Linglu Star Kingdom.]

[Criterion 2: Abnormal deviation in mental energy fluctuation frequency relative to the baseline of panic.]

[Criterion 3: Traces of camouflage or concealment in life aura.]

[Criterion 4: Latent resonance with the residual energy particles of the 'Marquis of Evil Bones'... ]

Precise commands were issued, and the AI network’s terrifying processing power, comparable to the will of the universe, began to operate at full capacity.

Countless data streams, like a waterfall cascading from the heavens, flashed through Qin Feng’s consciousness.

Detailed dossiers on the tens of thousands of guests—names, origins, cultivation levels, life aura signatures, mental frequency charts, even every micro-expression, heartbeat, and blood flow rate since they entered the hall—were instantly retrieved, modeled, analyzed, and cross-referenced by the AI.

This was a task of immense scale; had an ordinary marquis attempted it, they might not have succeeded even after years of effort.

Yet, for the vast AI network built by Qin Feng using hundreds of mechanical-race intelligences, all of this occurred in the blink of an eye.

Within a single breath.

[Analysis complete.]

[127 suspicious targets identified.]

[Initiating deep logical screening...]

[124 targets excluded, determined to be anomalies caused by unique secret arts or mental fortitude.]

[3 high-risk targets locked.]

Three virtual silhouettes, marked by red data frames, appeared clearly in Qin Feng’s consciousness.

"Enough."

With a thought, Qin Feng’s pure-black mental energy swept over the three targets like an invisible, trans-dimensional scanner.

The first target was a gaunt old man; under the mental probe, a strange "withered Zen" art was circulating within him, keeping his emotional fluctuations minimal.

The second target was a seductive female cultivator; she wore a king-grade secret treasure that stabilized her mind, explaining her relative composure.

The third target.

Qin Feng’s mental energy settled upon a middle-aged, chubby man sitting in the most secluded corner of the hall, possessing an average build and a plain face that made him look like a simple, honest merchant.

His performance from start to finish had been flawless.

From the shock at the Sovereign’s sudden death, to the anger at the Great Elder’s betrayal, to the despair when the Marquis of Evil Bones descended, and finally the awe after Qin Feng’s instant kill...

Every emotion was expressed with perfect timing, blending seamlessly into the environment, indistinguishable from the reactions of the other guests.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, no one could have linked him to the mastermind who had stirred the winds and clouds to orchestrate this earth-shattering conspiracy.

However, on the AI network’s millisecond-level mental frequency monitor, beneath his seemingly volatile emotional curve lay a core baseline that remained cold and nearly flat.

This proved that all his emotions were mere theater!

His heart, from beginning to end, had never truly felt a ripple!

It was him.

A cold, mocking arc curled at the corner of Qin Feng’s mouth.

"Do you believe the most dangerous place is the safest?"

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it reached the ears of everyone present.

Before the crowd could even ponder the meaning of his words, Qin Feng had already struck!

Boom!

A colossal hand, composed entirely of pure spiritual energy, manifested out of thin air above the Yaoguang Hall.

The giant hand blotted out the sky, its five fingers spread wide as if to grasp the entire starry expanse.

Bearing incomparable pressure, with runes swirling and spiritual energy roaring, it reached with clear intent toward that ignored, most secluded corner—toward the middle-aged fat man who claimed to be the president of the "Jinyuan Chamber of Commerce"!

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

And the "Chamber President," the moment the giant hand appeared, saw all the camouflage on his honest, simple face vanish, replaced by a look of extreme shock and savagery!

He knew he had been exposed!

He could not fathom how he had revealed a flaw!

His camouflage art was something even a King-level powerhouse might not be able to see through!

But now, there was no time for him to think.

The instinct for survival overrode all else; he did not hesitate to pull an ancient bronze mask covered in mysterious patterns from his spatial ring and slapped it onto his face.

Simultaneously, his chubby body twisted and elongated amidst a burst of black light, transforming into a nimble shadow. Without the slightest intention of resisting, he moved with impossible speed, like a black arrow released from a bow, fleeing desperately toward the exit of the hall!

"A rat hiding in the shadows!"

Seeing this, Qin Feng let out a cold snort, his voice filled with disdain.

"Once I kill you and plunder your Dao seal and soul fragments, I shall naturally know what you are!"

His figure left behind a faint afterimage, once again transforming into a streak of brilliance—a [Blade of Light] pushed to its absolute limit!

Fifteen thousand times the speed of light!

What a terrifying velocity this was!

At such an extreme speed, the peerless power contained within Qin Feng’s [Ultimate Body] transcended the very constraints of physical law.

Wherever he passed, space was torn asunder like fragile fabric, carving out a pitch-black vacuum trail in his wake.

The air, spiritual energy, and even light along his path were annihilated by this force in an instant.

The dark shadow that had just bolted from the palace gates had not even tasted the freedom of the air outside before feeling a lethal, soul-freezing threat hurtling toward him from behind.

He could feel the space between himself and that threat being compressed in a manner that defied all reason!

There was no possibility of escape!

"Roar—!"

At the brink of life and death, the shadow beneath the bronze mask erupted in a desperate, frenzied howl.

Forced to turn, he abandoned his flight and poured every ounce of his strength into his Marquis-level Dao Seal, preparing for a final stand.

Hum!

A massive, shimmering silver full moon rose slowly behind him.

Under the moonlight, a colossal, silver-furred wolf of majestic stature let out a long, piercing howl that seemed to shatter the very heavens!

With the Dao Seal revealed, his identity was no longer a secret!

The unique and tyrannical aura of this seal might have been unknown to the likes of the Red Feather Monarch, but to Qin Feng—who had just received firsthand intelligence from the Cloud Bat Marquis—it was all too familiar.

"Shadow Moon Wolf, Marquis Zhu Wu, Mo Yun! It is you indeed!"

Qin Feng halted abruptly in mid-air, confronting his foe from afar, and let out a booming laugh.

His laughter carried a bone-chilling intent to kill and the grim satisfaction of finally cornering his prey.

The intelligence the Cloud Bat Marquis had died to transmit was, at this moment, verified in the most direct and powerful way!

"Heh... hehehe..."

From beneath the bronze mask came the hoarse, dry laughter of Marquis Zhu Wu. He panted heavily, staring fixedly at Qin Feng as he spoke: "So even a fledgling from the Holy Academy knows my name now..."

At this point, he understood everything.

"So that is it... so that is it! No wonder that fool Evil Bone was so terrified of you he turned and fled!

I suppose that useless piece of trash, the Cloud Bat Marquis, was saved by you!"

He no longer offered denials or excuses.

As a traitor who had forsaken humanity to join the Myriad Races Sect, he had long since cast aside all thoughts of survival.

With his identity exposed and facing this peerless god of war who had slain the Evil Bone Marquis in seconds, he knew there was no path left.

"Die!"

Hatred and madness flared in Marquis Zhu Wu’s eyes. He drove his "Shadow Moon Wolf" Dao Seal to its limit, unleashing the full power of a veteran intermediate Marquis as he launched a suicidal assault against Qin Feng!

In an instant, silver moonlight surged like a tidal wave, condensing into tens of thousands of razor-sharp lunar blades that rained down upon Qin Feng.

Each blade held the terrifying power to sever space and freeze the soul.

Yet, this seemingly fierce battle was destined from the start to be a one-sided crushing.

Though Marquis Zhu Wu was a battle-hardened veteran, even slightly stronger than the two subordinates of the Evil Bone Marquis whom Qin Feng had just obliterated, he was still... insufficient.

He was not even worthy of forcing Qin Feng to draw a weapon.

Facing the storm of lunar blades capable of grinding a planet into cosmic dust, Qin Feng did not dodge; he met them head-on with his bare fists!

His own body was the ultimate divine weapon!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Qin Feng wove through the dense storm of blades as if taking a leisurely stroll.

Every punch he threw carried the terrifying power to shatter stars, precisely detonating the lunar blades in mid-air and turning them into a spray of silver light.

Each of his evasions was executed with extreme speed, his form shifting by mere millimeters, allowing countless blades to graze his clothing without ever drawing a drop of blood.

Occasionally, a few blades he could not avoid struck his body with brutal force.

"Clang!"

The sound was that of metal striking metal, sharp and jarring!

Those blades, capable of grievously wounding ordinary Marquis-level experts, could not even leave a white mark on Qin Feng’s skin before being shattered by his unreasonable, tyrannical physique!

Impervious to all laws!

Such was the terrifying nature of the [Ultimate Body]!

"You traitor, you bring shame to the Shadow Moon Wolf!"

Qin Feng’s figure broke through the blockade of blades like a phantom, appearing instantly before Marquis Zhu Wu to deliver a single punch.

The force of the blow was vast, causing the very space to collapse!

Marquis Zhu Wu turned pale with fright, desperately driving his protective divine light and crossing his arms to block.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, his protective light, capable of withstanding the full-force strike of a Marquis, shattered like an eggshell.

The terrifying force surged through his arms, slamming directly into his chest.