Chapter 342: Seven Heavens Abyss Opens! Plundering Heaven King! God Path Genius! Qin

Chapter 342: The Seven Heavens Abyss Opens! The Sky-Plundering King! Prodigies of the Divine Path! Qin Feng Seizes Treasures! A Great Slaughter Begins!

The Seven Heavens Abyss is not a specific planet or continent, but a natural marvel within the cosmic structure—a fracture zone of the laws of reality.

It resembles seven profound gashes torn across the vast tapestry of the universe, each stretching for thousands of light-years, bottomless and radiating an ancient, desolate aura that chills the soul.

At this moment, the vast star field outside these seven abysses is already teeming with life, crowded with formidable powerhouses.

Countless figures hang silently in the frigid vacuum, clearly divided into dozens of camps of varying sizes.

Among them, the Human Alliance and the Myriad Races Alliance possess the largest contingents, standing in cold confrontation across a vast distance, their gazes meeting with undisguised malice and vigilance.

Every being here emanates a terrifying pressure capable of suppressing an entire star system.

Their Dao Seals hover behind them—some like blazing suns, others like dark abysses, blades of slaughter, or ancient trees of life... Hundreds of thousands of Marquis-level Dao Seals and thousands of King-level Dao Seals intertwine, forming an ocean of pure laws.

This ocean is as magnificent as it is lethal; any Domain Lord-level powerhouse who strayed into this place would be torn to shreds in an instant by the chaotic, terrifying torrent of laws.

The rules of the Seven Heavens Abyss have long been understood by countless generations of experts.

Emperor-level powerhouses are repelled by its natural law barrier and cannot enter.

Yet, those at the King level and below may pass through safely.

Thus, the universe’s peak races have gathered nearly every King-level powerhouse they could mobilize.

They share a single goal: the legendary temple deep within the abyss, and the supreme divine arts left behind by gods that may lie within.

As for the far more numerous Marquis-level powerhouses, they have come with their own agendas.

Some are here by order of their clans to assist their Kings, serving as cannon fodder and scouts; others are lone cultivators or adventurers, their sights set not on the unreachable divine arts, but on the countless companion treasures and ancient opportunities scattered throughout the vast abyss outside the temple.

For the Marquises, the temple is a gladiatorial arena for the Kings, while the vast world outside is their own hunting ground.

The atmosphere grows increasingly heavy during the long wait, like a bowstring pulled to its limit, ready to snap the moment the Seven Heavens Abyss opens.

Just as this suffocating silence reaches its breaking point, an irrepressible gasp erupts from the crowd.

"Look! That is... that is the Sky-Plundering King! He has actually emerged!"

"What? Hiss—it truly is the Sky-Plundering King! That ancient prodigy of the Feathered Race?"

"Indeed! The peerless monster who stepped onto the 'Divine Path' a million years ago and once slew a King while still a Marquis!

Rumor had it that he had grown despondent after failing to find the cosmic treasures needed for his next breakthrough, retreating into a death-seclusion in the Feathered ancestral lands to await the Golden Age. I never expected to see him here!"

"The Golden Age is truly upon us... these old monsters who have hibernated for eons are all beginning to awaken. The Sky-Plundering King was already a peak Marquis a million years ago; emerging now, he is a bona fide King!

And surely a terrifying existence at the top of the King Rankings! Though he currently lacks recent feats."

The crowd’s murmurs are like pebbles cast into a lake, instantly stirring a thousand ripples.

Countless gazes, both human and alien, turn in unison toward the source of the commotion.

A figure of immense power steps slowly from the depths of the void.

He hails from the Feathered Race, his form tall and elegant, yet unlike the holy white wings of his kin, his wings are black as ink, as if forged from the purest night, each feather shimmering with a cold, metallic luster.

His bronze skin is covered in dense, arcane golden runes that seem to pulse with life, flowing beneath his flesh and radiating a terrifying aura that could suppress the ages.

He is the Sky-Plundering King!

His expression is as cold as a glacier of ten thousand years; his mere presence carries a domineering aura that suppresses the world, causing nearby Kings to frown instinctively, sensing a grave threat.

He emerged from seclusion precisely because of the news regarding the [Primordial Fire].

As a fellow traveler on the "Divine Path," he understands better than anyone what such a cosmic treasure signifies.

It is the key to the realm of the gods!

Yet, he was a step too late.

When he awoke from his long slumber, filled with hope to track the [Primordial Fire], he heard news that shook his very Dao heart—the [Primordial Fire] had been refined by a human named Qin Feng, who used it to ascend in a single bound, forge a divine body, and be titled "Limitless Divine Marquis" by the will of the universe.

Hope instantly turned to disappointment, even despair.

But what manner of man is the Sky-Plundering King?

He is a peerless prodigy forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood; his Dao heart is tempered to be indestructible.

After a brief moment of loss, he locked his target onto the Seven Heavens Abyss.

He knew Qin Feng would come here.

Now, his gaze pierces the distant void, ignoring the obstacles of countless experts, and lands with pinpoint accuracy upon that equally eye-catching figure in the Human Alliance camp.

Their eyes meet.

In the Sky-Plundering King’s gaze, there is no common hatred or malice, but a far more complex, burning emotion.

It is an extreme longing, a desire suppressed for a million years!

Like a traveler who has walked the desert for eons, finally beholding an oasis.

In his eyes, Qin Feng is not an enemy to be killed, but a ripened "Dao Fruit"!

Kill him, seize the [Primordial Fire] within, and his own Divine Path, stalled for a million years, will be cleared once more!

The road to the supreme throne will be laid out beneath his feet!

This longing stems from the ultimate pursuit of the Great Dao, from the excitement of finally seeing hope after countless years of bitter cultivation!

It transcends race, transcends personal grudges; it is the most primitive, the most pure instinct of plunder!

The Divine Path is simply too difficult to tread.

Without the corresponding cosmic treasures as fuel, no matter how gifted you are, you will exhaust your years only to reach the King realm, where the path will end.

To go further, one must fight, snatch, and plunder!

The Sky-Plundering King knows this well. He looks at Qin Feng as if looking at his own future.

On the other side, the moment Qin Feng meets the Sky-Plundering King’s gaze, he instantly reads the undisguised intent. His battle blood boils in that instant.

A will to fight, like a volcano about to erupt, surges in the depths of his eyes.

He, too, understands that the number of top-tier cosmic treasures is finite, insufficient to support every prodigy on the Divine Path to the end.

Thus, from the first day one steps onto this road, all fellow travelers are mortal enemies, each other’s "fuel" for the ascent.

This is a cruel elimination match; there is no right or wrong, only victory or defeat.

Kill one, and that is one less!

Qin Feng looks back at the Sky-Plundering King calmly, the battle intent in his eyes forming a silent declaration: You want my Dao Fruit? Then come and take it with your life!

The invisible confrontation between the two Divine Path prodigies seems to solidify the surrounding air.

Many Kings feel the heart-stopping collision of their auras and turn their heads, their expressions shifting.

At this moment, several more gasps erupt from the crowd.

"That is... the 'Solid Rock Marquis' of the Stone Race! He is still alive!"

"And that one, it’s 'End' from the Machine Race! A peak Marquis, rumored to have hunted a human King single-handedly!"

"That is... heavens, it is the 'Wither-Bloom King'! An ancient monarch of the Elven Race—did she not fall in the last Era War?"

As the day of the opening of the Seven Heavens Abyss draws near, more and more hidden powerhouses emerge one after another, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Among them were two marquises whose auras were no weaker than the "Rock Marquis," and one king, ancient and formidable, whose presence mirrored that of the "Sky-Raider King."

Their arrival rendered an already intricate situation even more treacherous and unfathomable.

Yet, all observers keenly sensed that among these newly emerged reclusive powerhouses, only the human "Ultimate God-Marquis" Qin Feng and the Feather-race's "Sky-Raider King" had truly stepped onto the "Path of God."

They alone stood at the true epicenter of this storm.

Finally, under the gaze of countless experts—some expectant, some grave, others greedy—the seven Heavenly Abysses, silent for untold ages, began their ultimate transformation.

Hum—

The entire universe seemed to emit a low, resonant thrum.

Within the seven colossal fissures spanning the firmament, the pitch-black depths began to ignite with pinpricks of starlight.

Following this, seven immense energy vortices slowly took shape at the heart of the abysses, rotating and devouring all surrounding light and matter until they solidified into seven gargantuan portals leading to unknown realms.

The Seven Heavenly Abysses had opened!

"It's open!"

"Charge!"

In an instant, the countless powerhouses, long poised for action, surged forward like a school of fish, transforming into hundreds of thousands of streaks of light, madly flooding toward the seven massive gates.

Inside the human command post, the Heaven-Swallowing King’s expression was graver than ever.

He turned to Qin Feng, his voice low and firm: "Disciple, according to the maps we possess and the intelligence left by our ancestors, our primary force will concentrate on the first temple. Our plan is to secure the divine technique fragments within that first temple at any cost, before deciding whether to proceed to the second."

His tone carried an unquestionable solemnity. "Therefore, when you enter, it is best to choose the entrance to the first abyss.

This way, you, I, and the other human experts can maintain a relatively close proximity.

Should any unmanageable crisis arise, we will be able to provide support at a moment's notice."

Qin Feng understood his master’s well-intentioned concern.

In a place like the Seven Heavenly Abysses, individual strength is minuscule; only by relying on the collective power of one's race can one venture further.

"Understood."

He nodded slightly, his gaze resolute.

As the words fell, he hesitated no longer. His figure blurred into a brilliant streak of light, shooting forth like a sharp arrow and vanishing directly into the massive portal corresponding to the first temple.

Space shifted, and the stars turned.

When Qin Feng opened his eyes again, the sight before him caused his pupils to contract.

He found himself in a strange, alien world.

Here, there were no suns, moons, or stars; there was no brilliant firmament.

Looking upward, he saw infinitely high gray barriers radiating a stifling pressure; looking downward, he saw only a bottomless, pitch-black abyss.

It was as if he were trapped in a vast space sandwiched between two infinite ceilings and floors.

He was currently at the very bottom of the abyss.

The surroundings were filled with endless gray-white mist—cold, viscous, and imbued with a strange law-based power that severely hindered the probing of spiritual sense.

Qin Feng immediately attempted to expand his consciousness. With his current "pure black quality" spiritual sense, he could easily cover several cosmic nations in the outside world.

Yet here, even after exerting his full strength and invoking the [Primal Furnace] Dao Seal for amplification, his consciousness could only struggle to extend about a million kilometers before being thoroughly dissolved by the dense fog, unable to advance a single inch further.

"What terrifying suppression of spiritual sense!"

Qin Feng felt a jolt of alarm.

The intensity of this suppression was several times more horrific than the Blood-Colored Forbidden Land he had once experienced.

Here, everyone's ability to scout was suppressed to such a low level that they were effectively "blind."

However, unlike the chaotic disorder of the Blood-Colored Forbidden Land, this abyss seemed to possess a subtle, underlying guidance.

Qin Feng could clearly perceive a coordinate in a distant direction, radiating a sacred and majestic aura like a lighthouse in the dark, constantly drawing him in. Without a doubt, that was the location of the first temple.

Beyond that, however, everything else was a void of chaos; he could sense no other treasures or special energy sources.

"The temple..."

Qin Feng murmured to himself, his eyes flickering.

He knew well that at this moment, countless experts, especially those powerful kings, must be rushing madly toward the temple, following this very guidance. The Sky-Raider King was surely among them.

"With my current strength, competing for divine techniques against those kings is still too much of a stretch."

After a brief moment of contemplation, Qin Feng quickly made the most rational judgment.

Though titled a "God-Marquis" with combat power far exceeding his peers—capable of trading blows with junior kings—he had no absolute certainty when facing ancient monarchs like the Sky-Raider King or the top-tier kings dispatched by the major races.

To rush in blindly would likely lead to being besieged and becoming a target for all.

"According to intelligence, outside the temples of the Seven Heavenly Abysses, there are countless rare resources and opportunities scattered about. These may hold little appeal for kings, but for the rank of marquis, they are treasures capable of triggering a qualitative change in strength."

"My advantage lies in the devouring ability of the [Primal Furnace] and the endurance of the [Ultimate Body]. In this environment where spiritual sense is severely suppressed, my search efficiency may not be inferior to those kings."

"I will not go to the temple yet; I will avoid the first wave of the most intense conflict. Once I have found sufficient resources in this abyss and broken through to a new level of strength, I will then decide whether to head to the temple."

With this thought, Qin Feng hesitated no longer.

He decisively abandoned the clear guidance emanating from the temple, turned in the exact opposite direction, and with a flash, vanished into the thick, gray-white mist.

...

Gray-white mist was the eternal theme of the Seven Heavenly Abysses.

It hung in every corner of this world like solidified time—cold, deathly silent, and carrying a vast, lonely aura originating from the primordial dawn of the universe.

Qin Feng moved through this endless fog like a solitary ghost.

His speed was not fast; every step he took was silent, the immense power of his [Silver-White Body] perfectly contained within his frame, not a shred leaking out.

Here, where spiritual sense was suppressed to the limit, any excess energy fluctuation could attract unknown enemies from a million kilometers away.

He had abandoned the clear guidance of the temple, choosing instead a path of unknown exploration. This was undoubtedly a high-stakes gamble—a gamble on his luck, and a gamble on his strength.

Time lost its meaning in the monotonous flight. Perhaps ten days had passed, perhaps a month.

Just as Qin Feng began to think this region would remain silent forever, his footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

A faint, yet profoundly vital fluctuation—overflowing with the essence of life—drifted from the distant front. This was not a fluctuation of laws or energy, but a pure rhythm originating from matter itself, allowing it to pierce through the layers of mist and be captured by Qin Feng’s keen physical senses.

Without a moment's hesitation, he flickered, speeding toward the source of the pulse.

The closer he drew, the clearer the rhythm of life became.

It felt like a giant heart, beating steadily and powerfully in some corner of the abyss.

After passing through a rugged terrain of fractured mountains, Qin Feng concealed his form behind a massive boulder and cast his gaze toward a basin ahead.

In the center of the basin, a pool of milky-white water, no more than a hundred meters across, radiated a soft halo.

And at the very heart of the pool, a foot-long crystal, earthy-yellow in color and resembling the finest jade marrow, floated slowly within the glow. That majestic pulse of life originated from it.

"Earth Dragon Marrow!"

Qin Feng’s heart skipped a beat.

He had once encountered records of this object within the archives of the Human Sacred Academy.

It was a rare treasure of heaven and earth, birthed only under the most grueling conditions through the convergence of the laws of earth and life over hundreds of millions of years.

The vital essence and primordial earth energy contained within possessed an unimaginable efficacy for tempering the physical body, making it a coveted prize for countless Marquis-level powerhouses of the physical cultivation path.

However, at the edge of the pool, three hulking figures already stood.

They were Marquis-level powerhouses from the Titan race, their bodies towering a hundred meters high, skin the color of weathered grey stone, muscles knotted and coiled with explosive, raw power.

The leader’s aura had already reached the pinnacle of the Marquis realm, while the other two were advanced Marquises.

Clearly, they had discovered this Earth Dragon Marrow long before Qin Feng.

Yet, the treasure seemed shrouded in an invisible barrier, and the three were taking turns unleashing violent attacks, attempting to shatter it with sheer, unadulterated force.

"Boom!"

The pinnacle Titan Marquis struck out with a fist, the space ahead warping under the strain; the terrifying force poured entirely into the invisible barrier, stirring up ripples visible to the naked eye. Yet, the barrier merely shuddered before returning to stability.

"Damn it! What in the world is this turtle shell? We have been pounding it for half a month!"

An advanced Marquis growled in frustration.

"Patience,"

The leader’s voice was as dull and heavy as thunder. "I can feel it nearing its limit. Put in more effort; this treasure is enough to push our Titan God-bodies to the next level!"

Just then, the lead Titan Marquis seemed to sense something, whipping his head around; his massive, bell-like eyes locked onto the direction where Qin Feng was hidden, and he roared, "Who is there? Get out here!"

Knowing he had been discovered, Qin Feng ceased hiding and stepped slowly from behind the rock. "A human?"

A flicker of contempt crossed the lead Titan’s eyes. "I give you three breaths to vanish from my sight, or die!"

Qin Feng did not speak, merely watching them with calm eyes before continuing his steady, forward stride.

"You court death!"

Seeing Qin Feng advance instead of retreating, one of the hot-tempered advanced Titans flew into a rage.

He let out a roar, his massive frame launching like a cannonball, his fist encased in the thick, earth-yellow glow of Dao seals, creating a sonic boom that tore through the air as he smashed toward Qin Feng’s head.

This single blow was enough to pulverize a planet!

Yet, facing this world-shattering strike, Qin Feng did not dodge, nor did he even raise a hand to block.

"Bang—!!!"

A deafening roar exploded across the basin.

The violent shockwave of energy kicked up a thick wave of earth across a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

The savage grin on the Titan Marquis’s face, having just emerged, froze instantly. His eyes filled with extreme horror and disbelief.

For his fist, capable of shattering stars, had landed squarely on the human’s forehead, but the result was not the opponent’s skull exploding—it was his own knuckles... shattering!

A force of irresistible recoil surged back up his arm, and his entire thick, stone-like limb fractured inch by inch amidst a series of crisp, snapping sounds.

"How... is this possible..."

A wheezing, wind-leaking roar escaped his throat.

"Your physical body..."

The lead Titan Marquis’s pupils contracted to the limit, the first trace of terror appearing on his face.

However, Qin Feng gave them no more time for shock.

The moment the opponent’s fist had landed, he had moved.

A black spear, burning with void-black flames, had appeared in his hand.

He did not even employ any laws or Dao seals, merely thrusting forward with the purest physical strength.

"Pfft!"

There was no earth-shaking momentum, only a faint sound, like a needle piercing leather.

The tip of the black spear effortlessly punctured the advanced Titan’s proud, artifact-tough skin, pierced his heart, and emerged from his back.

The Titan’s massive body stiffened, the vitality in his eyes fading at a visible rate.

He looked down in disbelief at the spearhead protruding from his chest, opened his mouth, but could not utter a word before his colossal frame crashed to the ground, kicking up a sky full of dust.

One strike, a second-kill of an advanced Marquis!

"Who... who are you?!"

The remaining two Titans finally felt a fear that reached the depths of their souls.

The seemingly ordinary human before them possessed strength that completely transcended their understanding.

Qin Feng did not answer; his gaze fell calmly upon the lead pinnacle Marquis.

"Attack together! Kill him!"

The pinnacle Marquis roared, attempting to incite his companion’s fighting spirit.

Yet, the answer he received was Qin Feng’s figure appearing before him like a phantom.

"Too slow."

Qin Feng’s voice whispered softly in his ear.

Before he could react, he saw a seemingly fair and slender palm grow larger in his vision, finally pressing gently against his chest.

The next moment, the power of the [Primordial Furnace] Dao seal erupted!

"No—!"

The pinnacle Titan Marquis let out a desperate, wretched howl. He felt an irresistible devouring force surging from the palm; his Dao seals, his flesh, and his soul were being frantically pulled and consumed, transformed into fuel for his opponent.

In a mere breath, this pinnacle Marquis, who could dominate a star sector in the outside world, withered into a shriveled corpse, stripped of all life.

The final Titan, witnessing this scene of gods and demons, felt his Dao heart collapse entirely. He abandoned all thought of resistance and turned to flee.

Yet, just as he turned, a black spear-light caught up to him, piercing through his back.

The battle, from start to finish, lasted a mere three breaths.

Three powerful Titan Marquises had fallen.

Qin Feng casually collected the spoils, his gaze turning once more to the Earth Dragon Marrow in the pool.

He walked to the edge, reached out, and easily passed through the barrier that had been indestructible under the Titans' bombardment, grasping the warm, jade-like Earth Dragon Marrow in his hand.

A surge of pure, primordial life and earth energy flooded into his body.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he sat cross-legged on the spot, the [Primordial Furnace] running at full power to refine this rare treasure.

...

Above a deathly silent black swamp, the mist was thicker than elsewhere, tinged with a deep, ink-like hue.

These vapors contained a strange power capable of eroding the soul; if ordinary Marquises stayed here too long, their Dao hearts would be clouded.

In the center of the swamp, a phantom nine-colored lotus was slowly blooming. Upon the lotus throne, a fist-sized, translucent crystal—within which nine apertures seemed to be breathing—emitted special fluctuations that made the soul tremble.

"Nine-Aperture Soul Crystal!"

In the darkness, two figures cloaked in shadow felt their breathing quicken.

They were Marquis-level powerhouses from the Shadow Realm, innately gifted in soul-based assaults and the arts of concealment.

One was a peak Marquis, the other a high-level Marquis.

To secure the Nine-Orifice Soul Crystal, a treasure capable of transmuting their very soul essence, they had laid a meticulous trap and waited in silence for decades.

"It is time. The beast’s intellect is meager; our Soul-Luring Array has nearly enticed it into the open," the lead Shadow Marquis whispered through a soul transmission.

"Brother, do you think... there is any truth to the rumors about that human 'Ultimate God-Marquis'? They say he slaughtered thirty thousand Marquises single-handedly and even forced the Golden Emperor to retreat. He is a monster."

The other Shadow Marquis asked, his voice laced with trepidation.

"Hmph, and what of it? This is the Seven-Day Abyss, where spiritual power is suppressed to such a degree. How much of his heaven-defying combat strength could he possibly manifest here?

Besides, our soul-arts are the bane of such brute-force physical cultivators! If he dares to show his face, his God-Marquis essence will serve as the perfect sacrifice to refine our crystal!"

The peak Shadow Marquis spoke with a tone brimming with arrogance and greed.

At that very moment, a calm figure appeared without warning at the edge of their Soul-Luring Array—it was Qin Feng, having tracked them down.

"A fool has arrived to die."

The two Shadow Marquises exchanged a glance, their faces twisting into cruel smiles.

In the next heartbeat, two invisible, hyper-condensed soul strikes, like poisoned daggers, pierced silently toward Qin Feng’s soul essence!

This was their pride, their joint lethal strike—the Twin-Soul Annihilation Sting!

It was a blow sufficient to instantly extinguish the soul of any peak Marquis!

Yet, the moment this soul-shattering attack entered Qin Feng’s sea of consciousness, it vanished like a stone cast into a bottomless ocean, failing to stir even a ripple.

Deep within Qin Feng’s consciousness, his pure-black soul essence merely pulsed once, utterly devouring and assimilating the refined soul energy without a trace.

"What?!"

The smiles on the faces of the two Shadow Marquises froze, replaced instantly by boundless horror.

Their ultimate strike had failed? And it had been "eaten" by the target without so much as a sound?

Such a thing defied their entire understanding of reality!

"No! Retreat!"

The peak Shadow Marquis reacted first, letting out a shriek of terror.

But it was already too late.

A deep, abyssal blackness flickered in Qin Feng’s eyes.

He did not even employ a secret technique; he simply projected his terrifying spiritual will—forged through countless trials and refined into a pure-black quality—as a singular, crushing intent toward both foes.

"Ah—!"

The two Shadow Marquises felt their soul essences struck by a black hole descending from the heavens; they disintegrated and shattered in an instant, consumed by an irresistible force.

Their bodies remained poised in a posture of retreat, but the light in their eyes had been extinguished forever.

Another... instant kill!

Qin Feng walked slowly to the center of the swamp, reached out to retrieve the Nine-Orifice Soul Crystal, and nodded with satisfaction as he felt the pure soul energy within.

...

Time flowed swiftly through cycles of hunting and treasure-seeking.

Qin Feng moved like the most efficient of predators, roaming the vast expanse of the abyss.

The Earth Dragon Marrow further tempered his Ultimate Body; the Nine-Orifice Soul Crystal rendered his pure-black spiritual power even more condensed.

One day, he arrived at a massive graveyard composed of countless broken blades and shattered weapons.

Here, he sensed an intense fluctuation of laws.

In the center of the graveyard, a fragment of a Dao Seal, the size of a human head and shimmering with seven-colored light, hovered silently above a fractured throne.

Around the fragment, thousands of different laws and mysteries bloomed and withered like tides, manifesting all manner of miraculous visions.

"This is... a fragment of the Thousand-Mechanism Clan's King-level Dao Seal!"

Qin Feng’s breath hitched.

The Thousand-Mechanism Clan was an ancient race of wisdom long since vanished from history; they were not skilled in direct combat, but were renowned for creating and deducing billions of secret arts.

Any fragment of a Thousand-Mechanism King’s Dao Seal was a mobile treasury of secret techniques!

The value of the arts contained within this fragment far exceeded the Earth Dragon Marrow and the Nine-Orifice Soul Crystal combined!

A burning heat flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes as he moved to claim the treasure.

However, the moment he was about to touch the fragment, a cold, piercing, and overwhelmingly tyrannical aura descended from behind him, locking him firmly in place!

"Hum!"

A feather, black as ink, tore through the void like a bolt of black lightning, shooting straight for Qin Feng’s heart!

The feather carried an aura Qin Feng knew all too well—a tyrannical power that had also embarked upon the "God-Path"!

Qin Feng’s expression shifted instantly. Too late to claim the treasure, he spun around, his spear thrusting forward as he channeled the Original Furnace Dao Seal to its limit, meeting the black feather head-on!

"Clang!"

A thunderous roar of metal striking metal erupted. Qin Feng felt an irresistible, terrifying force surge through the spear shaft. His body was struck as if by lightning, sent flying backward to carve a deep trench tens of thousands of kilometers long into the earth before he could barely stabilize himself.

His arm, gripping the spear, trembled slightly; the webbing between his thumb and forefinger had split, and droplets of silver blood slowly seeped out.

His Silver-White Body had actually... been wounded!

Qin Feng looked up sharply toward the front.

Before the throne, beside the Dao Seal fragment, the tall and cold figure of the Sky-Plundering King stood silently.

In his hand, he toyed with the black feather Qin Feng had deflected, his eyes burning with a desire and intensity a hundred times greater than when they had been outside the Seven-Day Abyss.

"Human God-Marquis, we finally meet."

The Sky-Plundering King’s voice was devoid of emotion. "You possess two things that belong to me. Now, surrender this fragment, along with your life and the Original Fire within you."

His tone was not a negotiation, nor a threat; it was the statement of an established fact.

As if everything Qin Feng possessed was rightfully his to claim.

"Belong to you?"

Qin Feng sneered, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit igniting like fire. "If you want them, come and take them with your own strength!"

"As you wish."

The Sky-Plundering King wasted no more words.

His black wings flared behind him, and in an instant, thousands of black feathers identical to the first surged forth, blotting out the sky. Each feather transformed into a razor-sharp divine weapon, sealing every path of retreat.

Golden runes flowed across the feathers, the unique power of the "God-Path" crushing all in its wake!

Qin Feng roared, pushing the Original Furnace Dao Seal to its absolute limit as a terrifying aura of devouring heaven and earth erupted. Clutching his spear, he transformed into a vortex of black flame, charging headlong into the curtain of death.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

A cataclysmic battle erupted suddenly within this graveyard of weapons!

Laws collided, and divine powers clashed in a thunderous roar!

Yet, the outcome was nothing short of brutal.

After a mere dozen exchanges, Qin Feng found himself utterly suppressed.

King Luetian, as expected, was an ancient sovereign who had reigned for a million years.

His comprehension of the laws and his mastery of power far transcended Qin Feng’s level.

Every strike he delivered carried a crushing divinity, effortlessly tearing through Qin Feng’s defenses and shattering his silver-hued frame.

Pfft!

Qin Feng was sent flying by another punch, a deep indentation of a fist mark etched into his chest, while spiderweb-like cracks spread across his silver body.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura fading to the brink of extinction.

A crushing defeat!

It was a defeat without a shred of suspense!

The vast chasm between a Marquis and a King was laid bare in this moment.

Even as fellow prodigies of the Divine Path, the gap in their cultivation remained an insurmountable abyss.

It is over.

King Luetian’s figure appeared before Qin Feng as if by teleportation, a single finger pointed toward his brow.

That finger gathered the full force of his sovereign power, enough to utterly erase Qin Feng’s soul and Dao seal.

Yet, at the very instant that finger was about to touch his forehead, a flicker of resolve ignited in Qin Feng’s eyes.

He chose not to defend, but instead poured every ounce of his remaining strength into his speed!

Detonate!

He did not hesitate to ignite the very essence of his Limitless Body!

Boom!

An unimaginable thrust propelled Qin Feng’s speed beyond a certain limit; his body transformed into a streak of light, nearly impossible to track, narrowly evading the lethal strike as he fled frantically in the opposite direction!

Hmm?

A trace of surprise flashed in King Luetian’s eyes, only to be replaced by a cold sneer.

Burning the essence of your Dao seal just to gain speed? Do you truly believe you can escape me?

He ignored the nearby fragment of the Dao seal, knowing that compared to the Primal Fire within Qin Feng, this shard was utterly insignificant.

Once Qin Feng was dead, he would possess everything!

King Luetian unfurled the black wings upon his back, transforming into a dark streak of light, and with speed far surpassing Qin Feng’s, he gave relentless chase!