Chapter 346: Qin Feng Reverse-Slashes King Rank! Ascending to Number One on the Marquis List! Heaven

Chapter 346: Qin Feng Slays a King! Ascending to the Top of the Marquis List! The World Trembles!

The starry sky fell into a deathly silence.

With a single step, his majestic form seemed to prop up the entire cosmos, while the furnace Dao seal capable of swallowing suns and moons manifested behind him, cascading billions of strands of chaotic energy to shield Qin Feng firmly within.

The Thunderstorm King, the Sky-Cold Emperor, and dozens of human-aligned kings moved in unison.

There were no superfluous words, only the duty etched deep into their bloodlines and souls.

Dao seals of dazzling brilliance and diverse auras, yet each powerful enough to crush the ages, surged into the sky, constructing a Great Wall of steel in the stars—an absolute defense forged of life and law!

"Humans, you cannot protect him! The divine inheritance belongs to all who see it! Today, this boy must die!"

A king of the Ancient God race, cast entirely of gold and possessing eighteen arms, roared, his voice rumbling and shaking the universe.

He struck with all eighteen arms, each hand forming a different seal, evolving eighteen distinct laws into golden chains that pierced the galaxy, lashing out at the human line.

"Divine inheritance? That is merely a pretext for your greed!"

Within the human camp, a refined king in green robes, known as the "Calligraphy King," who mastered the law of "Literature," let out a cold snort.

A brush formed from Great Dao runes appeared in his hand, and he began to paint upon the void.

"The Dao that can be told is not the eternal Dao..."

Ancient characters containing supreme truths flowed from the tip of his brush, blooming with infinite radiance in the void.

Each character seemed to possess life; they arranged themselves into a grand moral treatise, every word a gem, every sentence clanging with power, forming an invisible spiritual barrier.

Boom!

The eighteen golden chains lashed against the literary barrier, erupting in a deafening roar.

The ancient characters trembled violently, their light flickering, but they held firm against the earth-shattering blow.

Yet, the Calligraphy King’s body shuddered, a trickle of golden blood escaping his lips; he had clearly borne immense pressure.

This was only the beginning.

In an instant, hundreds of kings from the myriad races launched their attacks simultaneously.

What a scene of destruction it was!

A Demon King unleashed a "Myriad Soul Banner" refined from billions of vengeful spirits; black mist billowed, obscuring the starlight as countless shrill wails wove into the most vicious curse, seeking to defile the human kings' Dao seals.

The Zerg Queen opened her maw and spat out billions of fist-sized "Law-Devouring Insects." These translucent creatures ignored physical defenses, feeding solely on laws and Dao seals, leaving vast voids in space wherever they passed.

The Mechanical King unfolded his body into a colossal star fortress, millions of muzzles glowing with destructive light, each beam carrying the terrifying law of "Logical Erasure," capable of forcibly altering reality to turn "existence" into "non-existence."

More terrifying still, a king from the "Shadow Race" was himself a pure shadow; he merged silently into the cosmic background radiation, weaving through the boundary of light and dark, his shadow dagger aimed at the flaws in every human king's Dao seal, waiting for a chance to kill.

Laws were unleashed, secret treasures abounded!

The entire starry sky boiled over!

Brilliant light lost its original color here, leaving only the alternation of destruction and creation.

Order chains representing different laws danced like frenzied pythons, entangling, biting, and shattering one another.

Dao seals, like the first stars born at the dawn of the universe, collided; each impact caused vast swathes of the void to collapse into eternal nothingness, where even time could not flow.

Runes like an ocean drowned everything.

They were the embodiment of the Great Dao, the manifestation of the universe’s fundamental rules.

Now, these runes of order were locked in the most chaotic slaughter.

Flame runes sought to incinerate the firmament, frost runes to freeze the ages, space runes sliced madly, and time runes pulled against each other, making the flow of time in the battlefield erratic—now fast as lightning, now slow as a crawling tortoise.

This place had become a massive, bloody meat grinder.

Kings—what noble existences were they in the universe?

They presided over cosmic nations, billions of lives living or dying by their will; they were walking laws, living legends.

The fall of any single king was enough to trigger an earthquake spanning hundreds of galaxies.

But here, their lives became fragile.

"Ah—!"

A shrill scream pierced the starry sky.

In the human camp, the "Tyrant Fist King," known for his ferocity, wielded laws of peerless strength; a single punch could shatter a living planet.

He fought three kings of the myriad races alone, his fist seals surging, his laws boiling.

Yet, just as he clashed head-on with two enemies, the Shadow King appeared behind him like a ghost.

Shing!

The shadow dagger pierced silently into the core of his Dao seal.

The Tyrant Fist King’s movements stalled; a tiny black crack appeared on his furnace-like fist-Dao seal.

The next moment, the crack spread like a spiderweb, and with a "bang," it exploded!

The Dao seal shattered, the laws dissipated.

The Tyrant Fist King’s majestic body lost all luster, golden blood flowing from his seven orifices. He looked back toward the Heaven-Swallowing King, his lips moving, but no sound emerged. Finally, his body disintegrated inch by inch, turning into a rain of light, returning to the universe he had defended.

A star had fallen.

"Junior Brother!"

The Calligraphy King’s eyes split with rage; his Great Dao brush danced frantically, "Kill" characters coalescing into heavenly swords that slashed toward the three myriad-race kings.

Yet, the myriad races' offensive grew even more frenzied.

"Hahaha, well died! Humans, today is your end!"

On the other side, a "Blood Bat King" of the myriad races, besieged by three human kings, sacrificed an arm to detonate a one-time king-level treasure—the "Blood River Map."

A monstrous river of blood appeared from thin air, foul and reeking, containing filthy laws that could corrode a Dao seal with a mere touch.

A human king, unable to dodge, was swept by the blood river, letting out a muffled groan as his Dao seal dimmed by a third.

"Go!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King’s voice was cold and steady; while parrying the assault of several top-tier kings, he directed the battle.

Today’s fight was not about annihilation, but about protecting Qin Feng, the hope of the human race’s future.

However, one figure clung to Qin Feng like a maggot in the bone, his eyes devoid of greed for other treasures, filled only with a pure, extreme longing, as if Qin Feng were his lost half, the only ladder to his own enlightenment.

The Sky-Plundering King!

Every flap of his black wings spanned endless space, the ancient, mysterious runes upon them flickering with ghostly light, brushing aside the ripples of law directed at him.

Like the sharpest blade, he ignored all other battlefields, piercing straight to the core with one target—Qin Feng!

"Your path is mine!"

The Sky-Plundering King’s voice was like grinding metal, cold and bone-chilling.

He formed a seal with both hands, and the void around him began to twist; countless runes sprouted from nothingness, rapidly outlining a colossal cosmic formation.

"Divine Path Secret Art—Myriad Dao Return to Ruin Formation!"

Once the great formation took shape, a terrifying force of plunder instantly enveloped the direction where Qin Feng stood.

That power was formless and intangible, yet omnipresent, as if it sought to strip Qin Feng of his Primordial Fire, his Ultimate Physique, and even his very soul, claiming them as its own.

"Your opponent is me!"

At this critical juncture, the towering figure of the Heaven-Swallowing King stood firm between the Plunder King and Qin Feng.

Behind him, the Furnace Dao Seal spun frantically, and a massive black vortex manifested from thin air, radiating a horrific suction that threatened to consume all.

"A duel of Divine Paths? Let us see if your 'plunder' is swifter, or my 'devouring' more potent!"

"Heaven-Swallowing Great Dao!"

Boom!

The black vortex and the Myriad Dao Return-to-Void formation collided with cataclysmic force.

This was no mere clash of laws, but the ultimate confrontation between two diametrically opposed philosophies of the Divine Path.

The Plunder King’s "plunder" was about seizure, possession, and the assimilation of all things into oneself.

The Heaven-Swallowing King’s "devouring" was about destruction, unification, and the reduction of all things to nothingness.

The two supreme powers locked in a stalemate; where they met, space fractured like shattered glass, and the laws of time failed entirely, leaving the past, present, and future tangled in a chaotic blur.

The Plunder King’s expression turned grave; he had not expected the Heaven-Swallowing King’s strength to reach such a terrifying zenith.

Having spent a million years in seclusion, he had attained the peak of the King-tier, only a step away from the forbidden Divine Realm, yet the Heaven-Swallowing King suppressed him with ease.

"Break for me!"

The Plunder King roared, his black wings unfurling suddenly; each feather transformed into a rune-etched formation eye, his entire body becoming a component of the array, pushing the Myriad Dao Return-to-Void formation to its absolute limit.

"Hmph!"

The Heaven-Swallowing King snorted, a flash of resolve crossing his eyes.

A fissure suddenly cracked open upon his Furnace Dao Seal, and a devouring force a hundred times more terrifying than before erupted from within.

He was burning the very essence of his Dao Seal!

"No!"

Alarm bells rang in the Plunder King’s mind; he sensed a mortal threat.

Yet, it was too late.

The Heaven-Swallowing King’s giant hand, condensed from the laws of the Great Dao, ignored the layers of the formation’s defenses and, in an unnatural motion, reached directly into the core, seizing one of the Plunder King’s black wings!

"Ah!"

The Plunder King let out a shrill, agonizing scream.

That hand, like the most horrific millstone in the cosmos, did not merely tear flesh upon grasping the wing; it began frantically devouring the formation runes inscribed upon it, consuming his essence, devouring his laws!

Rip—!

With a sound that set the teeth on edge, the Plunder King’s entire left wing, along with half his body, was ripped away by the Heaven-Swallowing King!

Black blood sprayed like a waterfall, each drop containing fragments of his shattered Dao Seal.

The Plunder King’s Dao Seal, that construct of countless runes, crumbled by half; its light dimmed to a flicker, and his aura withered instantly.

"Heaven-Swallowing King!"

The Plunder King’s eyes were filled with infinite malice and terror.

He acted with decisive ruthlessness, burning his remaining Dao Seal as his other wing transformed into a streak of ultimate black light. Regardless of the cost, he tore through the void and vanished into it.

He had escaped, but the price was catastrophic.

With half his Dao Seal lost and his essence severely crippled, recovery was impossible without millions of years of bitter cultivation; he might even be stalled at this level forever.

The Heaven-Swallowing King watched the direction of the escape but did not pursue.

His own aura was unstable; clearly, the strike that burned his essence had exacted a heavy toll.

He glanced at the black wing still struggling and radiating terrifying energy in his hand, then crushed it, refining it into pure energy to replenish his own.

The entire battlefield fell into a brief, stunned silence following this earth-shattering blow.

All were awestruck by the Heaven-Swallowing King’s dominance and power.

"Qin Feng!"

At that moment, the Heaven-Swallowing King’s majestic and urgent voice resonated like thunder deep within Qin Feng’s soul.

"Go! Leave this place at once! This is not a battlefield for you! You carry the Primordial Secret Arts, the future hope of our human race; you must not fall! We will hold the line—take the Divine Arts and preserve the spark for our people! Go!"

Qin Feng had been lingering at the edge of the fray, using his slight sensitivity to spatial laws granted by the Temple map and his own superior speed to perform constant spatial leaps, dodging lethal strikes.

Even so, he had brushed with death multiple times.

The fist-wind of a Giant-Spirit King had grazed him, the "suppression" law within it causing his Silver-White Physique to groan under the strain, his bones on the verge of shattering.

A wisp of "Soul-Eroding Demon Fire" spat by a Demon King landed nearby, and the mere aura of it caused his soul to feel the prickling pain of a thousand needles.

He watched as the Frost-Heaven King, whom he had only seen in records, intercepted a Bone-Clan King charging at him, unhesitatingly detonating his own Dao Seal to buy Qin Feng three seconds of escape time with an eternal frost.

Ice crystals bloomed in the starry sky, beautiful and desolate.

The Frost-Heaven King’s figure, along with the Bone-Clan King, turned into the coldest dust in the universe.

Qin Feng’s heart bled.

These were the pillars of humanity, the heroes who guarded the frontiers and sheltered billions of kin.

Yet now, because of him, they were falling in this cold expanse of stars like rain.

Blood rained from the heavens.

It was no ordinary rain; it was the blood and tears of Kings, their shattered laws, the Great Dao of the universe mourning their passing.

Each drop of blood was heavy, as if bearing the weight of a world.

His original plan—the "glorious death" to fake his escape—seemed pale and ridiculous now.

This was no play; this was war!

A brutal meat grinder between races, fighting for survival and the future!

An uncontrollable rage and sorrow burned in his chest, but he knew this was no time for impulse.

If he turned back, he would only cause more to die in vain.

"Master... honorable seniors... take care!"

Qin Feng whispered in his heart. He took one last look at the battlefield shrouded in blood and fire, one last look at his master’s indomitable back, and buried all emotion deep within his soul.

The next moment, he hesitated no longer.

The Primordial Furnace Dao Seal spun with unprecedented speed, his Silver-White Physique shone with blinding light, and the newly mastered Primordial Secret Art "Kill" and the Divine Art "Nine Calamities War Canon" were pushed to their absolute limit.

His aura surged, his speed instantly breaking a certain threshold, and he transformed into a streak of light invisible to the naked eye, charging resolutely into the darkness of the deep cosmos.

Escape!

Escape with every ounce of his strength!

Yet Qin Feng knew his ruse of death could not end here; he had to perish at the hands of the Golden Emperor.

The great war raged on, and the rain of blood fell ever more heavily.

The starry sky wept blood, and the universe groaned in sorrow.

The coordinates, once set ablaze by the emergence of the Seven Heavens Abyss and the Divine Tomb, had transformed into a most terrifying meat grinder.

The Kings—those great beings revered as the immortal pillars of their respective races—now acted like mere foot soldiers on a mortal battlefield, throwing themselves one after another into the vortex of death woven from laws and secret treasures.

Qin Feng’s figure, like a streak of light piercing the eternal darkness, had long since distanced himself from the brutal main theater of war.

The resolute backs of his master, the Heaven-Swallowing King, and the other human Kings, along with their roaring commands for him to flee, still echoed in his ears.

He felt not a shred of hesitation, nor a trace of womanly pity. He understood deeply that the only thing he could do now—the greatest tribute he could offer those fighting in blood—was to survive.

To survive, carrying the complete inheritance of the primordial secret art [Kill], and the endless treasures that might lie within the Divine Tomb.

His speed had long transcended the constraints of physical law; his [Silver-White Body] traversed the void, each flicker a grand leap measured in light-years.

Yet, even so, a cold, venomous, and intensely concentrated killing intent, like a festering sore, crossed the infinite space to lock firmly onto his soul.

This killing intent was distinct from the chaotic, frenzied will of the myriad races on the main battlefield.

It was purer, more personal, like a serpent lurking in a dark abyss, waiting through countless ages for this one fatal strike.

Qin Feng’s heart tightened; he knew there were stragglers after all.

In a grand war involving hundreds of Kings, there would always be one or two who, either due to lesser strength or greater cunning, chose not to engage the main human forces immediately, opting instead for a path they deemed more "cost-effective": hunting down the "prey" who appeared the weakest but held the highest value.

Boom!

The void ahead collapsed without warning.

It was not a simple shattering of space, but a forced rewriting at the level of law.

The once-smooth curvature of cosmic spacetime was violently twisted and folded by a brutal will, forming a crimson barrier.

Across the barrier, blood-light swirled, and faintly, the wails and cries of billions of souls echoed, as if it were a Wall of Sighs cast from endless blood and spirits.

Qin Feng was forced out of his superluminal state. He hovered expressionless in the void, gazing calmly at the figure slowly emerging from behind the blood-colored barrier.

It was a monstrously massive beast of the demon race.

Ten thousand feet tall, he was covered in hideous dark-red armor, from the seams of which flowed blood as viscous as magma.

He possessed the head of a lion, his golden mane dancing wildly, and his vertical pupils burned with enough rage and hatred to incinerate stars.

He carried no weapon; those giant claws, etched with blood-red patterns, were his most terrifying instruments of death.

More importantly, the aura of law radiating from him, while not top-tier among the Kings—even carrying a hint of instability from a recent breakthrough—was undeniably the power of a King, one that had transcended the realm of "Dao Seals" to imprint his own will upon the rules of the universe.

"Qin Feng..."

The demon King spoke, his voice hoarse and low, each word squeezed through gritted teeth with bone-deep hatred.

"I am the Slaughter King! The Blood-Slaughter Marquis was my most beloved disciple!"

So it was as he thought.

The Blood-Slaughter Marquis, whom he had slain in a ten-thousand-year death match in the chaotic arena of the evil god Khorne, had indeed been backed by a King.

He simply had not expected this King to track him down with such precision at this very moment.

"Finally decided to show yourself?"

Qin Feng’s tone remained devoid of ripples, as if he were not facing a King capable of suppressing a cosmic nation, but a trivial passerby. "Ever since I left the temple, you’ve been trailing behind like a hyena that dares not show its face. What, now that you see no other human powerhouses around, you finally have the courage to jump out?"

The Slaughter King’s golden vertical pupils constricted, the killing intent within them intensifying.

He had not expected his stealthy pursuit to be seen through so clearly by a mere Marquis. This was not only an insult to his strength but a mockery of his patience.

"You sharp-tongued little beast!"

The Slaughter King laughed in fury, the sound shattering nearby asteroid belts into powder. "Do you think I was afraid? I was merely savoring the final performance of my prey before its death! Had those old fools not been fighting so earth-shatteringly, disrupting the celestial secrets, do you think you could have escaped this far?"

He took a step forward, and the laws of the entire star sector trembled.

A dense, impenetrable domain of blood spread from him, instantly shrouding Qin Feng.

Within this domain, the physical laws of the universe were weakened, replaced by the "Law of Slaughter" belonging to the Slaughter King.

"I know your combat prowess is extraordinary; you have slain tens of thousands of my demon kin, and possess the Divine Path inheritance, stepping into the legendary realm of 'Divine Prohibition'."

The Slaughter King’s voice was filled with the cruelty and pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse. "But you are, after all, only a Marquis! Between a Marquis and a King lies a chasm called 'Law'!

Today, I shall let you experience for yourself just how laughable your so-called 'Divine Prohibition' is before this chasm!"

Before the words had faded, the Slaughter King moved.

His figure vanished instantly, and the next moment, a blood-red giant claw capable of tearing stars apart appeared above Qin Feng’s head.

This was no mere physical attack; the five fingers of the claw were entwined with five blood-red chains of law. Where the chains passed, space corroded, time solidified, and all energy and matter regressed toward the most primitive state of "death."

This was the crushing power of a King, a dimensionality-reduction strike at the level of law.

Facing this fatal blow, Qin Feng’s eyes held no fear; instead, they burned with a raging will to fight.

"A chasm?"

He whispered to himself, a cold arc forming on his lips. "Today, I shall defy the heavens and shatter this so-called chasm to pieces!"

Clang!

A clear, sharp sound of a spear rang through the starry sky.

Behind Qin Feng, the [Primordial Furnace] Dao Seal manifested with a roar. His silver-white divine body erupted with brilliant light, and an aura of "invulnerability to all laws" flowed through his entire being.

He chose not to dodge. With a flick of his wrist, an energy spear condensed from his own essence, energy, and spirit struck upward, meeting the blood-red giant claw head-on.

This was a pure, brute-force collision!

"Foolish!"

The Slaughter King’s eyes flashed with disdain.

A Marquis, daring to use the power of his own Dao Seal to strike against a King’s law-based attack?

What ignorance! What arrogance!

Yet, the next instant, the disdain on his face froze.

Boom!

At the center of the collision between the spear and the claw, a point of light erupted, blinding to the extreme.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a state of absolute "silence."

Centered on the point of impact, everything within a radius of a million kilometers—be it meteorites, stardust, or cosmic rays—was utterly erased, forming a perfect spherical region of "void."

The Slaughter King’s blood-red giant claw had been forcefully blocked!

Although the energy spear shattered into pieces at the moment of impact and Qin Feng himself was sent flying back tens of thousands of kilometers like a thunderbolt—with tiny cracks appearing on his [Silver-White Body]—he had truly, head-on, withstood the enraged strike of a King!

"How is this possible?!"

The Slaughter King gasped in disbelief. He could clearly feel that the moment his Law of Slaughter touched the opponent’s silver-white body, it was significantly weakened by a strange power, as if sinking into a quagmire; seventy percent of its power had failed to truly affect the target.

"Is this your law?"

Qin Feng steadied his stance, shaking off his numbed arm, his eyes burning with an even fiercer hunger for battle. "Nothing more than this."

"You little beast, you are courting death!"

The Butcher King was utterly enraged.

To be held back by a mere Marquis was, to him, a humiliation beyond measure.

He abandoned all pretense of testing his opponent, fully unfurling his King-level domain.

"Blood Prison Slaughter-God Realm!"

With a thunderous roar, the blood-soaked domain centered on him expanded violently, manifesting as a tangible world of crimson.

The sky was the color of gore; the earth was paved with bleached bones, and rivers formed of vengeful spirits and fresh blood surged through the landscape.

In this realm, the Butcher King was the sole master, his will the supreme and absolute law.

Countless blood-red figures crawled from the rivers of gore—demons wielding bone blades, fiends clad in heavy armor—each radiating an aura rivaling a peak Marquis, flooding toward Qin Feng like a tidal wave.

Though Qin Feng’s Silver-White Body could withstand most law-based erosion, he felt immense pressure within this world constructed entirely from his enemy’s laws.

Space pressed in from every direction, and the stench of blood permeating the air sought to corrupt his soul with every passing moment.

"In my world, even your breath is a sin!"

The Butcher King’s voice echoed through the blood prison like that of a god. "I shall grind you into dust, bit by bit, within endless despair!"

Qin Feng took a deep breath, his focus sharpening to a razor’s edge.

He knew that conventional combat could no longer resolve this situation.

The strength of a King lay in their ability to create a home field perfectly suited to their own fighting style.

To defeat a King, one must possess the power to shatter that very home field.

And this was exactly what he had longed to test since stepping into the realm of the God-Forbidden.

"You say this is your world?"

Qin Feng’s voice was quiet, yet it pierced through the roar of a billion demons, resounding across the entire Blood Prison Slaughter-God Realm. "Then let us see if your 'world' is harder, or if my spear is sharper!"

As the words fell, Qin Feng’s aura shifted.

An ancient, primordial pressure, as if hovering above all paths, erupted from within him. "Nine Calamities War Canon—First Layer, Activate!"

Hum!

Countless arcane golden runes ignited upon Qin Feng’s Silver-White Body. These runes seemed to come alive, flowing wildly across his skin; with every rotation, his physical strength, the purity of his energy, and even the essence of his soul surged with incredible magnitude.

The hairline fractures caused by clashing with the Butcher King healed instantly, his divine form becoming more crystalline and indestructible than ever.

The Primordial Furnace seal behind him expanded twofold, the Void Black Flame burning within it fueled as if by divine oil, erupting with a heat capable of incinerating the very laws of reality.

Double!

Spirit, body, energy—every fundamental attribute doubled in that instant!

"This is... a Divine Art?!"

For the first time, a hint of horror crept into the Butcher King’s voice.

He could feel that the energy fluctuations radiating from Qin Feng now far exceeded the category of a Marquis, becoming even more condensed and profound than his own, a newly ascended King!

But it was not over.

In the moment of the Butcher King’s shock, another power, entirely distinct, awakened from the depths of Qin Feng’s soul.

It was a concept of ultimate purity.

It had no form, no attribute, not even an energy fluctuation; its mere existence represented the most fundamental end and destruction of the universe.

"Primordial Secret Art [Kill]—First Layer, Descend!"

In an instant, the entire Blood Prison Slaughter-God Realm went silent.

All the roaring, charging blood-demons froze in place, as if struck by a pause button. The surging rivers of blood ceased their flow.

The roiling blood-clouds in the sky solidified.

It was not a suspension of time, but a suppression of laws on a higher plane.

Before [Kill], the most ancient and primordial of secret arts, the Butcher King’s "Slaughter Law"—forged from acquired carnage and resentment—was like a counterfeit meeting the original, suppressed and negated at its very root!

"Pfft!"

The Butcher King spat out a mouthful of vital essence. His pride and joy, the Blood Prison Slaughter-God Realm, shook violently under this invisible force; the laws grew chaotic, and the edges of the world began to collapse.

The horror on his face had transformed into absolute, unadulterated terror.

"Primordial... Secret Art?! You... you actually obtained a complete Primordial Secret Art!"

He finally understood. What Qin Feng had obtained was no mere fragment of a divine art, but one of the eight Primordial Secret Arts that formed the bedrock of the universe!

Under the blessing of two god-level arts, Qin Feng’s aura had climbed to a terrifying height that even the Butcher King had to look up to.

He slowly raised his hand, and a long spear condensed in his palm once more.

But this spear was fundamentally different from before.

The shaft was no longer mere energy, but composed of countless compressed [Nine Calamities War Canon] runes, shimmering with immortal golden light.

At the tip of the spear, a point of silver-white light flickered, containing within it the birth and death of a universe.

And swirling around the entire spear was that invisible, intangible, yet omnipresent concept of "Kill."

Qin Feng’s eyes were as calm as a dead, silent sea.

He looked at the terrified Butcher King and delivered the final verdict.

"You are right. There is indeed a chasm between a Marquis and a King."

"Now, I shall use your life to bridge it."

"Killing Art—[Inch-Light]!"

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no world-destroying spectacle.

Qin Feng simply, gently, thrust the spear forward.

The silver-white tip vanished the moment it was thrust.

It seemed to transcend space, ignore distance, and erase the process, appearing directly at the result.

The Butcher King did not even see the movement; he felt only an unprecedented, fatal crisis by instinct.

He frantically drove his laws, summoning the power of the entire Blood Prison Slaughter-God Realm to erect a billion layers of blood-red shields before him.

Each shield was enough to withstand the full-force strike of a peak Marquis.

Yet, it was useless.

The [Inch-Light] pierced directly through the crumbling world barrier of the Blood Prison, through the billion layers of shields, like a red-hot iron rod through thin paper, meeting not the slightest resistance.

Finally, in the Butcher King’s eyes, filled with terror and confusion, it struck precisely and softly between his brows.

At the very core of his King-level law and Dao seal.

“Hiss……”

A sound, barely audible, whispered through the void.

The body of the Slaughter King froze.

He looked down at his chest, finding no wound there.

He probed his own soul, finding it still whole.

For a fleeting moment, he wondered if that lethal strike had been nothing more than a hallucination.

But the next second, the expression on his face solidified.

Centered on the spot between his brows, fine silver cracks began to spiderweb across his Law-forged body.

“My… Law…”

He murmured to himself, his voice filled with boundless bewilderment and terror.

He could clearly feel the “Law of Slaughter,” the foundation of his life and power, being erased at a conceptual level by an incomprehensible, irresistible force.

It was not destruction, but “obliteration.”

It was as if all the Dao and Laws he had cultivated throughout his life had never existed in this universe at all.

The sharpness of the [Inch Glow], bolstered by the Nine Tribulations Battle Code, had reached the physical limit.

And the Primordial Secret Technique [Kill] had imbued it with the terrifying property of “Law Erasure.”

Together, they created this miracle of a mortal slaying a King!

“Crack… crack…”

Cracks covered his entire form, and the Slaughter King’s ten-thousand-foot-tall body began to peel away like weathered rock, dissolving into the most primitive cosmic dust.

His golden slit pupils stared fixedly at Qin Feng, filled with resentment, unwillingness, and a trace of undeniable… regret.

He regretted it.

He regretted ever provoking such a monster.

“I am not reconciled…”

These were the last words he left in this world.

As his voice faded, his entire body, along with the “Blood Prison Slaughter God Realm” he had constructed, collapsed completely, turning into a brilliant rain of light that finally returned to nothingness.

A Demon King, the Slaughter King, newly ascended to the King Realm, had come to avenge his disciple, only to follow in his beloved student’s footsteps, body and soul annihilated.

Qin Feng hovered in place, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.

The simultaneous activation of two secret techniques had been an enormous drain, leaving even his [Primordial Furnace] Dao Seal dimmed.

Yet, the light in his eyes was brighter than ever before.

In this battle, he had not only slain a King, but more importantly, he had personally verified his own path and confirmed the supreme power of his “God-Forbidden” domain!

He did not linger for a moment, nor did he pause to savor this glorious victory.

Slaying a newly ascended King might deter some petty villains, but it would inevitably draw even more frantic, cost-no-object pursuit from the myriad races.

He reached out, snatching the only storage treasure left behind by the fallen Slaughter King, and with a sweep of his divine sense, wiped away the original imprint.

Then, he identified his direction, his figure transforming once more into a streak of light as he fled into the depths of the vast universe without looking back.

The road ahead remained long and fraught with peril.

But from this day on, in this universe, no newly ascended King would ever dare to face this human prodigy known as the “Limit God-Marquis” alone.

Having slain a King against all odds, Qin Feng had escaped the jaws of death, forging his own immortal legend in this blood-stained starry sky.

Yet for Qin Feng in this moment, this was merely the perfect curtain call.

After slaying the Demon King, he did not pause or catch his breath for even a second.

That shocking victory was like lighting a glaring torch in the dark jungle of the universe; it declared his strength, but also summoned endless potential hunters.

He understood deeply that while killing a newly ascended King might deter the small-minded, to those ancient existences standing at the peak of the myriad races—who viewed the inheritance of the “God Road” as their own—this would only elevate his threat level to an unprecedented height.

The pursuit to follow would not be the lone-wolf vengeance of a Slaughter King, but perhaps a net cast by several, or even dozens, of long-renowned Kings after meticulous planning.

Therefore, he had to vanish.

He had to disappear from all known shipping lanes, from all trajectories that could be deduced or predicted.

Qin Feng’s figure wove through the sea of void, his [Silver-White Body] retracting all brilliance, becoming plain and unassuming, perfectly blending into the deep, dark background.

The massive consumption of triggering two god-level secret techniques left his [Primordial Furnace] Dao Seal dim, and waves of exhaustion surged from the depths of his soul.

Yet he dared not slacken, his mental energy highly concentrated as he performed erratic, illogical spatial jumps.

With every jump, he backtracked through time, erasing all spatial traces he had left behind.

With every passage, he stirred the sparse cosmic dust, creating tens of thousands of false mirages that fled in every direction.

His actions were cautious to the extreme, like an ant struggling to survive under the gaze of a hawk, even though he had just accomplished the feat of dragon-slaying.

This extreme caution contrasted sharply with the domineering decisiveness he had shown while slaying the King, yet it was harmoniously unified within him.

This was Qin Feng’s way of survival—in battle, he was as destructive as thunder; in stealth, he was as silent as the abyss.

He knew not how much time had passed—perhaps a decade, perhaps a century—but after completely shaking off that last, faint sense of being watched from the depths of his soul, Qin Feng finally stopped this desperate flight.

He hovered in absolute darkness, surrounded on all sides by billions of light-years of unchanging void.

He closed his eyes, and his vast divine sense spread out like an invisible tide in all directions.

He was searching for a suitable “lair.”

This lair could not be any known inhabited star sector; those places had too many eyes and ears, and under the influence of celestial fate, his tracks would be easily exposed.

Nor could it be a completely dead wasteland, for he needed a relatively stable environment to digest the gains of the battle and replenish his nearly exhausted energy.

His divine sense extended through the void, sweeping past the wrecks of long-dead galaxies, sensing the cosmic laws that had grown cold in the river of time.

Finally, at the edge of his reach, he “saw” an incredibly dim speck of light.

It was an ancient galaxy nearing the end of its life.

It was like an old man in his twilight years; most of its internal stars had already extinguished, turning into cold white dwarfs or neutron stars.

The energy radiation levels within the galaxy were extremely low, and the gravitational fields were weak and chaotic; in the brilliant star charts of the universe, it was so dim it could almost be ignored, perhaps never even recorded by the cartographers of any civilization.

The Twilight Galaxy.

Qin Feng named it in his heart.

This was, without a doubt, the perfect hiding place for the current stage.

He did not hesitate, his figure moving to become a speck of dust, silently merging into that twilight.

In an unremarkable planetary system on the edge of the galaxy, he chose a long-dead rocky planet to land upon.

The core of this planet had completely cooled, its surface covered in thick cosmic dust, with no signs of life and no resources worth mining.

Qin Feng descended deep into the planet’s core and carved out a simple cave dwelling.

He did not begin his cultivation immediately; instead, he employed an immensely intricate technique to weave nine layers of concealment arrays around the cavern, designed to sever the threads of fate and mask his aura.

Part of this arcane knowledge was gleaned from three thousand years of arduous study at the Human Saint Academy, while the rest was derived from the demonic heritage found within the Slaughter King’s hidden storage treasure.

Once this was complete, as the final runic seal vanished into the bedrock and the cavern’s presence merged seamlessly with the desolate background of the planet and the entire Twilight Galaxy, Qin Feng finally exhaled a long, steady breath.

The nerves that had been stretched to the point of snapping since he departed the temple finally, in this moment, truly began to relax.

He sat cross-legged, sinking his consciousness deep within his body to meticulously assess his condition.

To slay a King while still a Marquis carried a staggering price.

The simultaneous activation of the Nine Tribulations Battle Canon and the primordial secret art, "Kill," had drained ninety-nine percent of the origin power within his Dao Seal.

At this moment, the Primordial Furnace was dim and sluggish, its internal Void Black Flame flickering like a candle in a gale.

Had his Silver-White Body not possessed such a formidable foundation, any other Marquis would have surely suffered a total collapse of their Dao Seal and exploded into gore the instant that heaven-shaking spear was thrust.

"It will take at least three thousand years to fully restore my origin."

Qin Feng evaluated the situation with cold detachment.

And this was only possible because he possessed the Primordial Furnace, a heaven-defying Dao Seal capable of devouring all things and transmuting them into energy.

He cast his consciousness into the Slaughter King’s storage treasure.

As a King, the creature’s collection was nothing short of opulent.

Rare divine materials, sacred healing elixirs, and unique demonic cultivation manuals were piled high like mountains.

Qin Feng did not hesitate; he invoked the Primordial Furnace, turning ninety percent of the non-specialized resources into a torrent of pure energy to slowly replenish his own depletion.

Only then did he find the time to reflect on the gains of that battle.

It was more than just a victory; it was a vital "verification."

He had verified that the power of the "God-Forbidden" realm was absolute and true.

He had verified that the combination of the Nine Tribulations Battle Canon and the primordial secret art "Kill" possessed the supreme power to subvert laws and defy the natural order of strength.

He had further verified that the "Path of Extremity" he walked held such terrifying potential that even as a Marquis, he possessed the qualifications to contend with the most elite entities in the universe.

"King... Laws..."

Qin Feng closed his eyes, replaying the scene of the Slaughter King’s death—the collapse of laws and the disintegration of his Daoist form—over and over in his mind.

He contemplated that transition from "existence" to "void," sensing how his own power had forcibly erased the "Law Imprints" the enemy had etched into the fabric of the universe.

This would provide immeasurable benefits for when he eventually condensed his own "Laws."

Unknowingly, he slipped into a deep meditative trance.

In the depths of this forgotten Twilight Galaxy, at the core of a long-dead planet, the Extreme God-Marquis Qin Feng began his long and lonely period of hibernation and refinement.

...

Meanwhile, in the star-field once known as the Seven Heavens Abyss, now reduced to seven temples and a single tomb, the brutal bloodbath that had swept through countless Kings of humanity and the myriad races finally drew to a slow, heavy close.

The war could no longer be sustained.

When the initial fervor and greed were cooled by the sight of one cold royal corpse after another, a remnant of reason finally regained the upper hand.

This expanse of space had become a true graveyard for Kings.

Fragments of shattered royal treasures drifted like masterless stars, the residual law-auras within them still unconsciously slicing through space and creating terrifying rifts.

The origin blood spilled by the fallen Kings coalesced into magnificent yet lethal crimson nebulae, their vast energy and unyielding will ensuring this region would remain a forbidden zone for billions of years to come.

Corpses of Kings, so vast they made planets seem insignificant, floated silently in the dark.

Some were severed at the waist, others had their skulls pierced, and some were eroded by twisted laws, frozen into grotesque statues.

Each corpse represented a devastating loss for a powerful race, the end of a glorious history of cultivation.

The human camp had also suffered heavy losses.

The Heaven-Swallowing King hovered at the front, his majestic body marred by several deep, bone-reaching wounds; one had even pierced his chest, where a sinister alien law gnawed at his vitality like a maggot in the marrow.

Yet he stood straight, like an immortal mountain, shielding the battered and weary compatriots behind him.

His gaze pierced through the wreckage of the battlefield, locking onto several ancient entities in the myriad-race camp who radiated equally terrifying auras.

No words were exchanged, yet each understood the meaning in the other’s eyes.

To continue fighting might decide a victor, but the price would be the death of at least half of the remaining Kings.

For a legacy that had already been snatched away—and might not even be kept—it was not worth it for the peak combatants of humanity and the myriad races to engage in a war of mutual annihilation.

At least, not now.

The greatest variable—Qin Feng—had vanished.

The ownership of the God Tomb was already settled.

The core "objective" of this war was no longer on the field.

Thus, to continue bleeding here had lost its fundamental meaning.

A King from the Golden Ancient Race of the myriad-race alliance made the first move.

Surrounded by golden laws as brilliant as the sun, he slowly retreated, and the Golden Ancient warriors behind him followed in orderly fashion.

This movement acted as a signal.

One after another, the Kings of the Demon, Demonic, Insect, and other great races began to retract their laws, leading their kin away slowly and with extreme caution.

Their eyes remained cold and their killing intent still boiled, but the madness of a fight to the death had quietly faded.

The Heaven-Swallowing King remained silent, merely nodding slightly to the human Kings behind him.

The Thunderstorm King and several other top human Kings stood guard, leading the surviving human powerhouses in a slow retreat.

The entire withdrawal was long and oppressive.

The two camps were like two massive magnets, attracting and repelling each other, slowly separating while maintaining a delicate distance that could erupt into conflict at any moment.

Until both sides had retreated beyond the range of each other’s law-attacks, until the tragic battlefield had completely transformed into a ruin of death, abandoned by both.

This war of Kings, sparked by the appearance of the God Tomb and involving the peak combatants of the entire universe, came to a temporary halt in a way that left both sides battered and the ending anticlimactic.

Everyone knew this was not the end, but merely a beginning.

When Qin Feng appeared again, when the secrets of the God Tomb and the primordial secret art were truly unveiled, a war of far greater scale, more brutal and more insane, would inevitably descend once more.

The surviving Kings, carrying their wounds and heavy hearts, began their respective journeys home.

They needed time to lick their wounds, time to digest the massive shock of this war, and, more importantly, time to accumulate strength for the next collision.

Yet, in this subtle moment when the war had just ceased and the starry sky returned to silence, a strange rhythm, impossible to describe in words, descended without warning.

This rhythm did not belong to any known form of energy; it transcended laws and ignored distance.

In this instant, whether it was Qin Feng in his trance deep within the Twilight Galaxy, or the Heaven-Swallowing King returning to his ancestral lands;

Whether it was the Kings who had just survived the bloodbath, or the mortals billions of light-years away who knew nothing of the war;

Whether it was the human territories, or the domains of the myriad races...

Across the entire cosmos, every sentient being possessed of an independent will felt, in that singular moment, a tremor rising from the deepest recesses of their soul.

It was as if an invisible, pitiless, and supreme eye had slowly opened from beyond the dimensions, gazing down upon the myriad creatures and scrutinizing the vastness of the world.

The Will of the Universe!

Once again, it manifested its presence in a manner perceptible to every living thing.

Immediately thereafter, a scroll of infinite vastness, seemingly forged from the fundamental laws of the cosmos, unfurled slowly within the minds of all beings and across the firmament of every civilization.

Upon this golden tome, ancient and arcane runes flowed, each character appearing to contain the essence of a complete cosmic truth.

It was the list ordained by the Will of the Universe, the most authoritative and impartial judgment measuring the ultimate achievements a being could attain at any given stage.

Countless beings, regardless of their cultivation, instinctively held their breath, gazing up at the golden scroll that spanned the heavens.

They saw that the rankings of the Emperor-Sealing List and the King-Sealing List remained unchanged, as they had for countless epochs.

Clearly, the earth-shattering battle between the Kings, though tragic, was insufficient to displace the ancient names already etched upon those two lists.

Yet, as all eyes fell upon the third list—the one once least regarded by the pinnacle powerhouses—a transformation occurred!

The Marquis-Sealing List!

Under the collective gaze of all, the original list began to flicker violently.

One by one, names that had once shone brilliantly were wiped away by an invisible hand, rapidly dimming and sliding downward.

The entire list was undergoing a thorough and subversive reshuffling!

"What is happening? Why is the Marquis-Sealing List undergoing such a cataclysmic shift?"

"The last time such a change occurred was a million years ago, when the Sky-Raiding King, while still a Marquis, withstood a newly ascended King without defeat and claimed the top spot!"

"Could it be that another peerless prodigy has emerged?"

Countless exclamations and conjectures echoed in every corner of the universe.

Those Kings who had just retreated from the battlefield halted their steps, their gazes heavy as they looked toward the golden tome manifesting in the void.

A premonition stirred within their hearts.

The radiance of the golden tome grew ever more intense.

Finally, under the watch of all living things, the flickering Marquis-Sealing List stabilized completely.

A brand-new ranking was presented before the myriad races of the universe.

Countless gazes instinctively traveled from the bottom of the list toward the summit.

Ninth hundredth... one hundredth... tenth...

When their eyes finally converged upon that supreme position, towering above all other Marquises, the entire universe seemed to fall into a sudden, absolute silence.

Time appeared to freeze.

Space appeared to solidify.

At the pinnacle of the golden scroll, in the place that all Marquises could only look up to, a line of text written in the purest fundamental laws—so brilliant that it dimmed the sun, moon, and stars—was clearly branded into the pupils and souls of every being.

Marquis-Sealing List, First Place: Limitless God-Marquis.

These seven characters alone were enough to shatter the Dao hearts of countless prodigies and move the most ancient of existences.

"Limitless God-Marquis."

What an overbearing, what an arrogant title! To dare use "Limitless" and "God" as one's name!

When their eyes continued downward, seeing the battle record inscribed by the Will of the Universe itself as the justification for this top ranking—

The entire universe descended into a deathly stillness.

It was a line of description, incredibly concise yet containing a revelation so earth-shattering it threatened to overturn the common sense of the entire cosmic cultivation system.

Battle Record: Slew a King.