Chapter 332: Uncompromised Secret! The Rise of the Demon God! The River-Crossing Fierce Dragon Qin Feng

Chapter 332: The Forbidden Secret! Rise of the Demon God! Qin Feng, the Dragon Crossing the River? The Supreme Overlord!

"Pfft!"

Zhu Wuhou felt as if he had been struck by a star; he was sent flying backward, blood erupting from his mouth, his eyes wide with utter disbelief.

"Heh! How the battle group treated me... is how I shall treat the battle group!"

He forced his body to stabilize, coughing up blood, and unleashed a beast-like, maniacal laughter, his eyes filled with an indelible resentment and madness.

"Stubborn fool!"

Qin Feng had lost the patience to continue wasting words on this traitor.

He had intended to kill him outright, but a second thought crossed his mind: a living traitor was far more valuable than a dead one.

Perhaps he could extract more secrets regarding the "All-Race Sect" from the depths of his soul.

"Then... I shall spare your life!"

With his mind made up, Qin Feng’s final strike was controlled with exquisite, peerless precision.

His figure vanished once more.

In the next instant, he appeared behind Zhu Wuhou, extending a single finger to tap, with seemingly effortless grace, upon the massive "Shadow Moon Wolf" Dao Seal.

At his fingertip, pure black spiritual energy fused perfectly with the power of his ultimate body, coalescing into a singularity capable of annihilating all things.

"Bang... crackle..."

The indestructible Marquis-level Dao Seal let out a muffled groan under that single touch, followed by spiderweb-like cracks that spread across its surface in a heartbeat!

Zhu Wuhou let out a shrill, piercing scream; he could feel his very essence being dismantled by an irresistible force.

Immediately after, the power at Qin Feng’s fingertip shifted; that destructive force transformed into billions of microscopic energy filaments, precisely drilling into Zhu Wuhou’s body to shatter his spiritual core and pulverize his meridians and bones!

Yet, he preserved that final, core spark of life, preventing him from being utterly obliterated on the spot.

"Thud."

Zhu Wuhou collapsed onto the floor like a pile of wet mud, his bones shattered, his breath shallow, with only the faintest rhythm proving he still clung to life.

Qin Feng walked over slowly, lifting Zhu Wuhou by the neck as if he were a powerless, dead dog, and walked step by step back into the brightly lit Yaoguang Hall, tossing him carelessly beside the Great Elder, who was already paralyzed with terror.

The two culprits—one a limp heap of flesh, the other dying and unconscious—lay side by side in the center of the hall.

Inside the Yaoguang Hall, a suffocating, absolute shock took hold once again.

The experts present found their minds utterly unable to process the scene.

If Qin Feng’s previous instant kill of the top-tier intermediate Marquis, Evil Bone Marquis, had showcased his tyrannical, peerless, and terrifying offensive power, then this display—using absolute superiority to cripple the veteran intermediate Marquis traitor, Zhu Wuhou, and "capturing him alive" with such surgical precision—demonstrated an absolute, transcendent mastery over his own strength.

Every Marquis-level expert present knew the truth.

"Slaying" an opponent of equal rank and "capturing" one were two entirely different concepts in terms of difficulty and technical mastery!

The former merely required overwhelming power to unleash all attacks at once.

The latter demanded not only absolute, crushing strength but also the ability to control every fraction of output with pinpoint accuracy—to destroy the opponent's ability to resist while simultaneously preserving their life. The difficulty of this increased exponentially!

It meant that Zhu Wuhou’s strength, in the face of Qin Feng, did not even qualify to force him to use his full power!

The image of the "Fierce God" Qin Feng became even more three-dimensional and unfathomable in everyone’s heart at this moment.

He possessed not only the invincible martial might to slay strong enemies in an instant but also the absolute confidence and terrifying control to toy with his opponents in the palm of his hand.

He had already transcended the definition of "Heavenly Pride" as understood by everyone present.

Awe.

Boundless awe, like a rising tide, drowned every soul in the hall.

...

In the center of the hall, two figures knelt, becoming the focal point of the entire Cosmic Alliance.

On the left was the Great Elder of the Spirit Deer Kingdom.

This veteran Domain Lord, who had once wielded immense power under the King and lived for millions of years, now lay limp like a pile of mud.

His fine robes were stained with dust and his own cold sweat; he trembled like chaff in the wind, his face as pale as a corpse soaked for days.

His eyes were clouded, his pupils dilated, his spirit utterly shattered by the supreme, murderous aura that had slain the Evil Bone Marquis in an instant, leaving only the most primal, instinctive fear of death.

On the right was the "Bronze-Masked Being"—Zhu Wuhou Mo Yun—just dragged from the guests and captured by Qin Feng.

Compared to the Great Elder’s collapse, he presented a starkly different posture.

Although his Dao Seal had been forcibly destroyed by Qin Feng’s absolute power and his aura was withered to the extreme, exuding a dying, decaying scent from head to toe, his spine remained straight, like a broken sword that refused to bend.

The cold bronze mask hid his expression, but it could not hide the eyes behind the holes, filled with resentment, disdain, and a near-pathological fanaticism. He knelt there, yet he seemed more arrogant than everyone else standing in the room.

And before them, seated high upon the Spirit Deer King’s throne—which still held the warmth of its former occupant—was Qin Feng.

He released no earth-shattering pressure; not even a shred of killing intent leaked out.

He sat there calmly, one hand resting casually on the armrest, the other holding a cup of the Spirit Deer clan’s unique "Yaoguang Immortal Brew," occasionally bringing it to his lips for a light sip, his posture as leisurely as if he were admiring the scenery in his own back garden.

The Red Feather King sat cross-legged not far away, with several human experts tending to his wounds with precious elixirs.

The Qiantian King stood among the crowd, head bowed, desperately restraining his aura to remain inconspicuous. His heart, however, was far more turbulent than his exterior.

As the ancestor of the Holy Academy’s Qian Yue, he understood the weight of Qin Feng’s "Fierce God" title better than most. Yet, even he had not expected that weight to be so heavy.

He glanced secretly at the kneeling Zhu Wuhou, a bitter taste rising in his heart.

Both were Marquises, yet could the gap between them truly be as vast as heaven and earth?

The hundreds of other dignitaries from various cosmic kingdoms and major merchant guilds did not even dare to breathe.

They were shrouded in an invisible aura, their bodies unable to move a fraction, forced to become spectators to this public trial.

They regretted their actions deeply; they had thought this was a banquet to curry favor with the "Fierce God" Qin Feng and seek immense wealth, but who could have imagined... Qin Feng had seen everything, and he might yet hold them to account.

Dead silence spread through the hall.

Every second felt stretched ten thousand times over, turning into heavy boulders pressing down on everyone’s hearts.

In this suffocating atmosphere, a hoarse, sharp voice, filled with endless fury and fanaticism, cut through the silence like a blade.

To everyone’s surprise, the first to speak was not the judge, Qin Feng, nor the broken Great Elder, but the prisoner who seemed to be at the end of his rope—Zhu Wuhou Mo Yun!

He jerked his head, his eyes hidden behind the bronze mask like two poisoned daggers, piercing the trembling Great Elder beside him.

"Coward!!"

The roar seemed to exhaust his remaining strength, and the disdain and anger contained within it made everyone present tremble.

"You base, soul-blinded piece of trash!!"

Zhu Wuhou’s chest heaved violently, every word squeezed through his teeth. "Look at your ugly, fawning appearance! You have defiled our great cause! How could a pathetic opportunist like you ever understand or carry the glory of the Gods?!"

His voice grew higher and more shrill, filled with a fanatical defense of his own faith, completely ignoring Qin Feng on the high seat.

As if in his eyes, the "Fierce God" who had just easily defeated him was far less infuriating and disgusting than the "coward" beside him who had betrayed their faith.

"Traitor! Do you think you can survive by begging him for mercy?!"

Fool! I tell you, from the moment you knelt, your soul was branded with an eternal mark of sin!

The gods will never spare you! When you die, your soul shall be scorched in the furnace of chaos for billions of years! Endless! Sinking into damnation for eternity!!”

These words were the judgment of a fanatic.

The hellish vision he painted sent a chill through the spines of all present.

For the first time, they intuitively grasped that the mindset of the members of this "Myriad Races Sect" was fundamentally different from that of ordinary cultivators.

And this vicious, venomous tirade from Marquis Zhuwu became the final straw that shattered the Grand Elder’s psychological defenses.

“Ah——!!”

The Grand Elder let out a shrill scream, a subhuman howl of total mental collapse.

He jerked his head up, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Marquis Zhuwu, before turning to Qin Feng on the high throne. As if clutching at a final lifeline, he began to kowtow frantically.

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”

His forehead struck the hard, cold jade floor with dull, violent impacts, each blow delivered with desperate force until, in an instant, his face was a mask of gore.

Snot and tears streaming down his face, he wailed at Qin Feng in a garbled, incoherent, and frantic mess:

“My Lord! Lord Qin Feng! Don’t listen to him! He’s a madman! A complete and utter lunatic! I’ll speak! I’ll tell you everything! Please! I beg you, don’t believe a word this madman says!!”

Qin Feng remained silent, merely setting down his wine cup, his gaze calmly observing the farce below.

His silence, at this moment, acted as the most potent catalyst, driving the Grand Elder’s inner terror and desire for survival to their absolute limit.

Like grain spilling from a sack, the Grand Elder poured out every secret he knew, holding nothing back. His voice was trembling and hurried, terrified that a moment’s hesitation would invite the silent descent of a death sentence.

“It’s the Demon God! Behind all of this is a newly ascended Demon God!”

The Grand Elder seemed to find a twisted sense of relief and worth in the shock of the crowd, his speech accelerating as he explained his motives with the logic of a fanatical opportunist:

“Legend says that beyond the edge of the infinite territories, a brand-new god has been born to the demon race!

Its divine kingdom has only just been carved out, like a nascent universe, everything still in chaos, and it... it desperately needs vast numbers of believers and expansive territories to solidify its divinity!

My Lord, can you understand? Do you know what this means for those of us who... who have squandered millions of years on the path of cultivation, our future long since severed, forced to watch helplessly as our lifespans tick away?”

“It means opportunity! An unprecedented, infinitely promising opportunity!

It’s just like a business investment in the mortal world! Those ancient gods, like the Emperors of human legend or the old gods of other races—

Their divinity has been solidified for countless epochs, their divine kingdoms vast and boundless, their believers spread across the cosmos.

To them, we tiny domain lords aren’t even worth the dust beneath their feet!

Their divine grace is stingy beyond measure; they might not bestow it once in a billion years!”

“But a new god is different!”

The Grand Elder’s voice rose sharply, filled with seductive fervor. “A new god is like a massive firm just starting out; it needs to expand, it needs results, it needs to prove its existence to the entire universe!

For the sake of this, it will bestow the most generous and abundant blessings!

Any ‘founding member’ who defects during its inception will receive unimaginable rewards!”

This “blue-chip stock” theory left all the nobles present in deep contemplation and shock.

Though they despised the Grand Elder’s betrayal, they had to admit that, from the perspective of a pure, self-serving opportunist, these words held a lethal allure.

For these nobles, who had also reached the midpoint of their cultivation paths and begun to feel lost, who among them had not harbored fantasies of immortality and explosive power?

“Our plan... our original plan...”

The Grand Elder tremblingly extended a finger, sweeping across the guests before pointing at Qin Feng on the throne, “was to take you... and the seven hundred and eighty-three universe nations under your command, along with their countless, trillion-fold living beings, and package them all as a grand ‘welcoming gift’ to be sacrificed to that great, newborn Demon God in a massive blood ritual!”

“Boom——!”

These words were like a chaos bomb detonating within the Yao-Guang Palace, leaving everyone’s mind a total blank.

Sacrifice seven hundred and eighty-three universe nations?!

Every sovereign and noble present felt a chill surge from the soles of their feet to their crowns.

They, their subjects, their nations—in the plans of these madmen, they were merely... a gift?!

Ignoring the horror of the crowd, the Grand Elder, desperate to live, pushed Marquis Zhuwu to the forefront without hesitation, using him as his own bargaining chip.

“To trade this... to trade this for the Demon God’s favor! To let us become the first batch of ‘God-Chosen’ planted in the heart of human territory! With the god’s blessing, we could attain the rank of King!!”

“My Lord! I truly know nothing more!”

He kowtowed frantically, blood splattering everywhere. “I am just an executor whose mind was blinded by greed! A peripheral member!

The true core secrets—like the many mysteries regarding the gods that Marquis Zhuwu mentioned, or those terms they often speak of that I don’t even understand, like the ‘Eternal Mountain’ or the ‘Seven Abyss’... all of that is with Marquis Zhuwu!

He is the core member of the Myriad Races Sect! He is the direct contact for that Demon God in this entire region of the Saint Academy’s front half!”

“My Lord! I’ve told you everything I can!

I... I can even help you turn others! The Myriad Races Sect is not a monolith; there are many opportunists like me!

I can help you dig them all out! Please... please, for the sake of my millions of years of cultivation, spare my dog’s life! I am willing to be your beast of burden! Your slave for eternity!!”

With that, he prostrated himself, his entire body pressed tightly against the ground, daring not to move a muscle, awaiting Qin Feng’s final verdict.

The Yao-Guang Palace fell into a deathly silence once more.

But this silence was different from before. In the hearts of all the guests, a similar thought flickered:

Perhaps... Qin Feng would keep him?

This thought was not unfounded.

From the perspective of a ruler, the value the Grand Elder had just demonstrated was indeed high.

First, he had revealed the earth-shattering core intelligence of a “newly ascended Demon God,” which held immense strategic warning value for the entire human domain.

Second, he had pointed out the “Myriad Races Sect,” a malignant tumor hidden within humanity, and exposed Marquis Zhuwu as a core member.

Finally, he had shown extreme humility and submission, claiming he could act as bait to unearth more traitors.

Keeping a dog that could bite and lead the way was, in many cases, more useful than simply killing it.

A man’s reputation is like the shadow of a tree.

While the name “God of Slaughter” was terrifying, as the lord of a vast territory and the number one genius with a limitless future, weighing the pros and cons was perhaps the most “rational” choice.

Even Sovereign Chiyu and Sovereign Qiantian felt, in their hearts, that Qin Feng would likely cripple the Grand Elder’s cultivation and imprison him as a vital lead for the subsequent investigation into the Myriad Races Sect.

All eyes were focused on the figure high upon the throne.

They waited, waiting for this “God of Slaughter” to make his calculation and his decision.

Qin Feng’s face remained devoid of expression from beginning to end.

No anger, no surprise, not even the gravity one might expect after hearing such earth-shattering secrets.

He listened to the Grand Elder’s entire confession in silence, as if listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.

Qin Feng did not say a single word.

No judgment, no rebuke, not even a response to acknowledge he had heard.

He merely lifted his eyelids slightly, his eyes, deep as black holes, casting a cold, indifferent glance at the Grand Elder, who remained prostrate on the floor, filled with desperate hope.

That was all.

The next instant.

A wisp of pure black psychic energy, thinner than a strand of hair and purer than the deepest darkness in the cosmos, flickered silently from the fingertip he rested upon the armrest.

This thread of energy stirred no fluctuations, tore no rift in space, and did not even raise a breeze.

It was like a phantom that did not belong to this dimension—soundless, breathless, formless, and traceless.

The marquess-level powerhouses present, such as the Sovereign of the Red Feather Kingdom, failed even to catch its trajectory.

It simply vanished, in an instant, into the center of the Great Elder’s brow.

Time, at this moment, seemed to have been pressed into a pause.

The complex expression on the face of the Great Elder, who lay prostrate—a tapestry of sycophancy, supplication, and the relief of a narrow escape—froze in place.

There was no scream.

There was no struggle.

There was not even the slightest flicker of pain.

Then, under the horrified gaze of everyone present, a scene unfolded that would haunt their dreams for the rest of their lives.

The Great Elder’s body, beginning from the core of his soul’s origin, through his Dao seal, to his flesh, bones, and meridians—everything began to disintegrate in a manner that defied the laws of matter.

He did not dissolve into blood, nor into chunks of meat, nor into energy.

He decomposed, reduced to the most fundamental, infinitesimal particles that compose this universe.

His body, like a statue built of sand, was gently yet decisively blown away by an invisible wind from the inside out.

In a single breath, the Great Elder—a Domain Lord who had lived for millions of years and held power over an entire nation—was reduced to a pile of fine, gray ash.

A breeze drifted in from outside the hall, lifting the ash and scattering it into the void, until it vanished entirely, as if he had never existed in this world at all.

Body and soul, utterly annihilated.

No, this was more thorough, more pristine than mere annihilation.

The Yaoguang Hall fell into a silence so profound it was absolute.

Even the sound of breathing had ceased.

Every guest, regardless of their cultivation or status, felt as if their soul had been gripped by an invisible hand, their very thoughts grinding to a halt.

"There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names."

This proverb, whispered across the cosmos to describe those whose titles are truly earned, was given its bloodiest, cruellest, and most profound annotation in this moment.

With the most direct, cold, and unquestionable method, Qin Feng declared a simple truth to all present, and to the seven hundred and eighty-three cosmic kingdoms under his rule:

Before the "God of Slaughter," begging for mercy is meaningless.

For a traitor, there is only death.

...

Within the Yaoguang Hall, a deathly silence reigned.

The source of the crushing pressure was not the violent surge of spiritual energy, nor the overt manifestation of laws; it came solely from a gaze.

The gaze of Qin Feng.

After executing the Great Elder, he did not even wipe his hand of the non-existent blood. He turned slowly, his eyes—deep as the dawn of the universe and still as the singularity of the end—sweeping over every person present.

Wherever his gaze fell, the air seemed to be drained away, and time itself stagnated.

A president of the "Golden Toad Chamber of Commerce," a hegemon who usually held sway over vast territories and whose words were law, had spent tens of thousands of years in the treacherous seas of commerce, witnessing countless deaths and betrayals.

He prided himself on a heart of iron, unshaken even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him.

Yet, when Qin Feng’s calm, ripple-less gaze landed upon him, he felt as if his soul had been plucked from his shell by an invisible hand and held up for scrutiny under the cold, indifferent stars.

His decades of poise, dignity, and experience melted away like snow under a scorching sun, replaced by the most primal awe and terror.

Almost instinctively, he lowered his head in a display of wretched submission, his heart hammering uncontrollably, his back instantly soaked in cold sweat.

He was not an exception.

Whether they were the titans of commerce controlling interstellar routes with wealth enough to buy entire kingdoms, or the unruly, self-proclaimed "free" rogue cultivators...

At this moment, everyone’s reaction was eerily identical.

Heads bowed, bodies hunched, every trace of aura retracted.

For the first time since the wedding ceremony was forcibly interrupted, the magnificent Yaoguang Hall fell into a state of absolute silence, where even the drop of a needle could be heard.

The whispers of the guests, the arrogant clamor of the Evil Bone Marquess, the dying wails of the Great Elder—all these sounds had faded, leaving only the suppressed breathing of hundreds of sector-level giants, and the silent, soul-deep trembling brought by the slow movement of that gaze.

They knew with absolute clarity that after today, the "heavens" of this vast star sector had changed.

The "God of Slaughter" before them, seemingly young, was no longer merely a powerful dragon crossing the river; he had used the most direct, bloody, and irrefutable means to become the sole, supreme lord of this sector.

Finally, Qin Feng’s gaze passed over the last person and returned to the center of the hall.

He did not speak, yet the invisible pressure permeating the space grew instead of waning.

This was a more sophisticated means of control—after applying the ultimate violence, he used silence to ferment fear, forcing these big figures, long accustomed to issuing orders, to abandon their thoughts and place themselves in a position of judgment and subjugation, awaiting his final verdict.

Time ticked by, each second as long as an eon.

Just as those with weaker wills were on the verge of a mental breakdown under the heavy pressure, Qin Feng finally spoke.

His voice was not loud, nor did it carry any spiritual amplification; it was as plain as a casual chat with a friend.

Yet, this plain voice held more power than any thunderous roar, every word clearly carved into the depths of every soul present.

"You have all seen it."

A simple opening, yet it made everyone shudder.

Seen what? Seen the top-tier intermediate marquess, the Evil Bone Marquess, fail to even qualify for escape before you, perishing in a single breath?

Seen the fellow rebel, Marquess Zhu Wu, captured as easily as reaching into a bag? Or seen the traitorous Great Elder executed without mercy despite his pleas?

Everyone had their own answer, and all answers pointed to the same conclusion—absolute, incontrovertible power.

"The current situation is treacherous, and the infiltration of the Chaotic Evil Gods and the Myriad Race Sect far exceeds your imagination."

Qin Feng’s tone remained flat, yet carried the certainty of stating a fact. "The sacrificial offerings to the Demon God—you heard them with your own ears. This is not alarmism, but a reality already unfolding around us."

His gaze paused, almost imperceptibly, on the few surviving, severely wounded elders of the Spirit Deer Kingdom.

"In this star sector under my jurisdiction, from this day forth, I do not wish to see any form of infighting."

As the words fell, those elders of the Spirit Deer Kingdom trembled violently, their eyes flashing with a mix of disbelief, excitement, and gratitude.

Their greatest fear had been that after the Sovereign’s sudden death and the Great Elder’s rebellion, the royal family would be weakened, leading to long-term power struggles or exploitation by neighboring kingdoms, ultimately resulting in the destruction of their nation.

Qin Feng’s words were, without a doubt, the anchor that stabilized the storm-tossed Spirit Deer Kingdom.

"Especially the Spirit Deer Kingdom,"

Qin Feng’s voice deepened, like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of those with ulterior motives. "The Sovereign has unfortunately fallen; handle your internal royal affairs as you see fit. I shall not interfere. But..."

His tone shifted, and a biting killing intent swept through the hall like a cold current.

“...But should anyone dare to seize this moment to incite discord, coveting power and status that are not theirs, do not blame me for my ruthlessness!”

The word “ruthlessness” was spoken with a feather-light touch, yet it forced the image of the Evil Bone Marquis’s shattered Dao Seal and the Great Elder’s incineration into ash into everyone’s mind.

The Second Elder of the Spirit Deer Kingdom, an old man severely wounded under the Marquis’s pressure, struggled to rise to offer his respects, only to be choked by a surge of blood from his internal injuries.

Beside him, Lei and Ling Yao were already weeping uncontrollably.

They grieved not only for the tragic death of their Sovereign but were moved to tears by Qin Feng’s sudden protection.

They knew that without these words, what awaited them was internal strife and power struggles far more cruel than death itself.

This single decree had saved not just them, but the future of the entire Spirit Deer Universe Kingdom.

“Secondly,”

Qin Feng’s voice pulled everyone back to reality, growing increasingly frigid, “regarding the traces of the Chaos Faith and the Myriad Races Sect. This is not the business of any single nation or faction, but a matter concerning the survival of our entire human race.”

“From this moment on, every universe kingdom, every chamber of commerce, and every faction must conduct the most thorough self-investigation within their territories and jurisdictions. From royal relatives and core elders down to peddlers and border guards, not a single corner shall be spared!”

“I do not care what methods you use—dig three feet into the earth or conduct soul screenings—I demand an absolutely clean result.”

“Any cover-ups, concealment, or perfunctory efforts discovered during this self-investigation...”

Qin Feng paused, his gaze like a blade, slowly sweeping across every face twisted in tension, “shall be treated as treason, punishable by the annihilation of the entire kingdom!”

“Boom—!”

The words “annihilation of the entire kingdom” were like four stars imbued with world-ending power, detonating in everyone’s minds.

Fear, an unprecedented fear like the deepest nightmare, instantly gripped every heart.

This meant that once a problem was found, it would not just be the individual destroyed, but the entire nation, the entire race, and the entire legacy built over billions of years that they represented!

This was an iron law, a law forged in blood and death that could not be violated!

Inside the Yaoguang Palace, the atmosphere was stifling to the extreme.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the next word from this new master, feeling as if they were awaiting a final judgment.

Just under this extreme pressure, enough to break the spirit of even a Marquis-level powerhouse, Qin Feng’s tone softened without warning.

“Of course, I have always been one to reward and punish with clarity.”

This sudden turn caused the taut nerves of the crowd to loosen slightly, like seeing a faint glimmer of light in the endless darkness.

“I understand that the infiltration methods of the Myriad Races Sect and the Chaos Evil Gods are bizarre and unpredictable. It is indeed difficult for you alone to root them out.”

Qin Feng’s words carried a hint of “understanding,” bringing a touch of warmth to the hearts of many Sovereigns present.

“Therefore, I hereby set the rules.”

“If any faction or individual can provide effective clues regarding the Myriad Races Sect, the Chaos Evil Gods, or that so-called ‘Demon God,’ or even... personally slay their members, you may bypass your superiors and report intelligence and battle merits directly to me through the Red Feather Kingdom or the Qiantian Kingdom.”

He glanced at the Sovereigns of Red Feather and Qiantian, who immediately understood and bowed respectfully to accept the order.

“Once verified,”

Qin Feng’s voice was not loud, yet it was filled with infinite temptation, “I will grant rewards in my own name.”

“Qin Feng’s personal rewards!” These words caused everyone’s breath to hitch.

What did this signify?

It meant the scale of the rewards would far exceed the limits of what these universe kingdoms could imagine!

What kind of earth-shattering treasures would a supreme being capable of instantly killing a top-tier intermediate Marquis offer?

“For those with outstanding contributions,”

Qin Feng continued to drop bombshells, every word striking precisely at their ambitions, “Marquis-level secret techniques, top-tier King-level artifacts, or even...”

He paused deliberately, his gaze playful as he watched the faces below flush with excitement and greed.

“Qualification as a formal member of my ‘Merchant Wanderer Group’... is not out of the question.”

“！！！！！”

If the previous warning had cast them into an abyss of fear, this final sentence had plucked them from the abyss and tossed them onto the clouds of desire!

The Merchant Wanderer Group!

This term, which had ignited the entire audience at the start of the ceremony, appeared once again!

It was a ticket to a higher level of existence!

It was the only chance to follow a supreme being destined to stand at the pinnacle of the universe!

It was the ultimate dream for their families and kingdoms to achieve a class leap, moving from this barren star sector to the truly vast stage of the universe!

Marquis-level techniques? Precious! King-level artifacts? Rare!

But compared to membership in the “Merchant Wanderer Group,” following the “Fierce God” Qin Feng across the cosmic sea, these were merely fireflies compared to the bright moon!

In an instant, the oppressive atmosphere in the Yaoguang Palace was swept away.

In its place was a bizarre atmosphere, boiling with a mixture of awe, fear, fanaticism, and greed.

Everyone’s minds were racing.

Self-investigation? It must be done!

And it must be done with the most ruthless methods to ferret out all potential threats in their territories; this was not just to save their lives, but to present their first “pledge of allegiance” to the new master!

Clues? They must be found!

Mobilize every resource, even if it meant turning the entire universe kingdom upside down, to find traces of those damned cultists!

Slaying them?

If the opportunity arose, it must not be missed!

Fear and greed, these two most primitive and powerful driving forces, were perfectly interwoven under Qin Feng’s carrot-and-stick approach, forming an invisible net that firmly controlled all factions in this star sector.

They would no longer be passive executors of orders, but active, fanatical seekers, becoming Qin Feng’s most loyal “eyes” and “claws” for the sake of that faint yet real hope.

“As you command! We shall strictly follow your decree, thoroughly investigate our domains, and defend the glory of the human race with our lives!”

Led by the Sovereigns of Qiantian and Red Feather, all the great figures present, whether sincere or feigning, bowed deeply and respectfully, offering their highest homage to Qin Feng.

Their voices converged into a torrent, rushing out of the Yaoguang Palace, shaking the heavens and announcing the arrival of a new era to the entire Spirit Deer Star System.

“Dismissed.”

Facing this mountain-shaking display of loyalty, Qin Feng merely waved his hand dismissively, as if he had done something trivial.

“Yes!”

The crowd, as if granted amnesty, bowed once more before transforming into streaks of light and departing with the utmost speed.

They did not want to stay a moment longer, nor did they dare to disturb this “Fierce God.”

They knew that everything that happened in the Yaoguang Palace today would spread across the 1300th War Zone and beyond with efficiency far exceeding the speed of light.

And the name “Fierce God” Qin Feng would no longer be just a synonym for terror; it would become the sole, supreme iron law of this star sector.

Soon, the once-crowded Yaoguang Palace became empty, leaving only Qin Feng, the Sovereigns of Red Feather and Qiantian, and the members of the Spirit Deer royal family.

Inside the hall, the scent of blood mixed with the aroma of celebratory wine, appearing exceptionally eerie.

Qin Feng cast a glance at the second elder of the Spirit Deer Kingdom, whose face was ashen and whose vitality was waning, and then at the newlyweds, Lei and Ling Yao, still submerged in the depths of grief and lingering terror.

With a casual flick of his sleeve, several cosmic treasures of disparate forms, radiating boundless life energy, hovered before the second elder.

One fruit, emerald green in its entirety, bore dragon-shaped patterns that seemed to pulse across its surface; another, a crystal, held within its depths a slowly rotating nebula.

"Take these to mend your wounds and stabilize your foundations."

Qin Feng’s tone remained indifferent.

Yet, these "trinkets" he had tossed aside so carelessly were, in the eyes of the second elder and the others, nothing short of national treasures.

The life essence, so dense it had nearly solidified, stirred the wounds within their bodies from afar, as if the very flesh were yearning to be healed.

"Th-thank you, my lord, for your immense generosity! I... on behalf of all in the Spirit Deer Kingdom, thank you for this gift of rebirth!"

The second elder wept with joy, struggling to kneel and kowtow despite his grievous injuries.

Qin Feng raised a hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force held him upright.

His gaze shifted to Lei and Ling Yao, lingering on the faint, lingering traces of Slaanesh’s eerie pink-purple aura, and the instability of their foundations caused by their sudden, violent surge in power; he frowned slightly.

"Your situation is somewhat troublesome. The blessings of an evil god are like drinking poison to quench thirst—the aftermath is endless."

He spoke slowly, "However, it is not without a solution. Once I have concluded the matters at hand, I shall find a way to excise this hidden peril."

"Thank you, Senior!"

Lei and Ling Yao felt a complex swell of emotions toward Qin Feng—a mixture of awe, gratitude, and a chilling fear of the power they had so recklessly attained.

They bowed respectfully, etching this debt of gratitude deep within their hearts.

Having pacified them, Qin Feng’s expression returned to its former calm and detachment. He turned to the second elder, who stood by with reverent posture, his wounds now tended.

"Arrange a secret chamber."

His voice was low, yet carried the weight of an unquestionable command.

"It must be the most secluded and fortified, capable of shielding against all surveillance and withstanding the self-detonation of a Marquis-level powerhouse."

The second elder felt a shiver run through him, instantly grasping Qin Feng’s intent.

The final interrogation was at hand.

The interrogation of the captured traitor from the Myriad Races Sect—Marquis Zhu, Mo Yun!

At the mere thought that this traitor held secrets regarding the "Eternal Mountain," the "Seven Heavenly Abysses," and even the "many gods," the second elder felt a cold dread.

He knew that the coming interrogation would unveil a dark current in the universe far more terrifying and profound than the "trap at the banquet" they had faced this day.

"Yes! My lord, please follow me!"

The second elder dared not show the slightest hesitation, bowing low to lead the way, guiding Qin Feng toward the deepest, most heavily guarded forbidden zone within the Spirit Deer Kingdom’s palace.