Chapter 351: Promotion to King Rank! Bloody Battle at the Star Abyss! One Person, One Spear, Resisting

Chapter 351: Ascending to Kingship! A Bloody Battle in the Star Abyss! One Man, One Spear, Defying a Myriad Armies!

Beyond the cage sealed by golden chains of law, the winds and clouds of the universe were gathering at an unprecedented pace.

Eight hundred kings and a single Emperor-rank stood like a billion blades suspended in the firmament, waiting only for the thirty-thousand-year restriction to dissipate before descending to strike down the figure within the cage and annihilate everything he held dear.

Yet, in the deepest reaches of that cage, within the bones of a giant beast dead for eons, time flowed in a vastly different manner.

Here, there was no rising or setting of the sun, no rotation of the stars.

The only "light" was the Lamentation God-Gold, wrapped layer upon layer in endless threads of pure black.

It still radiated an eternal sorrow, its seven-colored halo flickering like a weeping star.

The only "shadow" was the figure sitting cross-legged, long since merged with the surrounding darkness.

Qin Feng.

From the moment he swallowed the Seven-Colored Bodhi Fruit and began to refine the God-Gold, he had fallen into a wondrous state bordering on "Dao-incarnation."

His physical form, the Silver-White Body, breathed autonomously, inhaling the primordial energy of the void to sustain the most basic functions of life.

Meanwhile, his will, his soul, and his very essence had transformed into that endless, pure black spiritual power, plunging into this protracted and perilous war of refinement.

This was a war waged on a microscopic level, both grand and infinitely precise.

On one side of the war stood the Lamentation God-Gold.

Though devoid of intellect or consciousness, it was the embodiment of the concept of "the sorrow of the universe's end."

Contained within it was the purest "grief" accumulated since the Big Bang—the sorrow of countless stars extinguished, civilizations perished, and lives faded away.

This law was indestructible and eternal; any external force attempting to alter it would be assimilated, dragged into an abyss of endless sinking and extinction.

On the other side of the war was Qin Feng’s sublimated, pure black spiritual power.

It was equally pure, equally tyrannical.

It represented the devouring of the Final Singularity, the supreme Dao-heart of Qin Feng, which sought possibilities within the impossible and forged new limits beyond the ultimate.

The black threads, like a billion sharp gravers, tirelessly struck again and again at the solid barrier of the God-Gold’s sorrow-laws.

Each impact sent massive waves of sorrowful information surging back into Qin Feng’s sea of consciousness like a breached dam.

For any other King-rank, even one of the level of the Golden Emperor, such terrifying spiritual pollution would have long ago shattered their Dao-heart and collapsed their soul.

But Qin Feng’s sea of consciousness was guarded by the Primordial Furnace.

That ultimate Dao-seal, forged from the Primordial Singularity, Void Black Flame, Primordial Furnace, and the Limit Array, acted like an inextinguishable kiln, receiving all the incoming laws of sorrow.

Under the scorching heat of the Void Black Flame, the "negativity" and "sinking" within the sorrow were burned away, leaving only the fundamental insights into the laws of "ending" and "extinction."

These insights were then absorbed and analyzed by the Primordial Singularity, ultimately becoming nutrients to strengthen the Indestructible Tower.

It was a nearly perfect cycle.

Qin Feng was "devouring" one of the thirty-six God-Golds in a way that defied imagination!

Yet, the process remained agonizingly slow and difficult.

The essence of the God-Gold was too high; even with his heaven-defying advantages, he could only grind away a microscopic sliver of its "shell" at a time.

In the first millennium, he successfully branded the first complete spiritual mark of his own onto the surface of the God-Gold.

By the third millennium, his mark covered one percent of the surface.

By the eighth millennium, the solid barrier of sorrow-laws on the outer layer was finally pierced, and his spiritual power touched the core essence of the God-Gold for the first time.

By the fifteenth millennium, half of the core had been eroded.

The seven-colored light began to take on a tinge of pure black, and the sorrow it radiated began to mingle with a tyrannical aura of "limit" and "devouring."

The shifting winds of the outside world, the constant arrival of kings, and even the earth-shattering appearance of the Golden Emperor could not affect him in the slightest.

In his world, there was only this God-Gold.

Conquer it, refine it, make it... a part of himself!

Finally, the moment the hand of time quietly crossed the twenty-thousandth year.

"Hum—"

A profound hum, as if originating from the very dawn of the universe, erupted from the light mass wrapped in black threads!

The last trace of "sorrow essence" at the core of the Lamentation God-Gold was completely assimilated and branded by Qin Feng’s pure black spiritual power!

In an instant, light exploded!

The God-Gold, intertwined with seven colors and black, transformed into a stream of light, rushing proactively and impatiently toward Qin Feng’s brow, submerging into it instantly!

Rumble—

Qin Feng’s body shuddered violently.

His sea of consciousness, his Dao-seal, his limbs and bones, every single cell in his body erupted with an unprecedented hunger!

It was the instinct of a life-level about to leap!

It was the omen of a Dao-seal about to sublimate into a law!

The Lamentation God-Gold entered his body, surging without pause directly toward his Dao-seal—the Primordial Furnace!

It was to become the "cornerstone" of this furnace!

Simultaneously, the vast energy Qin Feng had accumulated to the limit of the Marquis-rank—the essence he had gained from devouring tens of thousands of Marquises and three Kings—was ignited!

His Dao-seal, the Primordial Furnace, began to rotate, compress, and transform at an unprecedented speed!

The form of the Dao-seal became increasingly solid and real, as if it were transitioning from a collection of "concepts" into an entity truly existing in the material world.

Within the Dao-seal, the "Dao of Limits" that Qin Feng had learned, realized, and persisted in throughout his life was undergoing its final purification and sublimation through that massive energy and the supreme power of the God-Gold.

Finally, when the Primordial Furnace compressed to the extreme, becoming a "Dao Origin Point" smaller than a singularity yet heavier than a black hole.

The breakthrough arrived!

"BOOM!!!"

A wave of law-fluctuations, indescribable in language, erupted instantly with Qin Feng at its center!

This wave ignored the barriers of space, the distance of time, and the golden law-restrictions of the Kurgan Star Abyss, spreading instantly across the entire universe in a higher-dimensional form!

In that moment, whether it was an ancient existence in deep seclusion, a battlefield rival locked in combat, a high-and-mighty immortal god, or a mortal just stepping onto the path of cultivation...

As long as they were lives existing in this universe capable of sensing laws, they "saw" a strange sight in the depths of their perception.

In that vast, boundless river of universal origin composed of countless laws.

A brand-new "star" quietly lit up!

This star possessed a strange color; it was both the purest "white" and the all-consuming "black."

It did not belong to any known system of laws; it was tyrannical, arrogant, and filled with a supreme will that was never satisfied and never stopped.

Its name was—[Limit]!

A brand-new King-rank law was born!

And within the origin of the universe, it branded its own eternal and indestructible mark!

From this moment forth, a brand-new thoroughfare emerged within the cosmos.

Every living soul, while contemplating the laws of heaven and earth, could vaguely perceive the existence of this "Limit Law."

Should someone one day earn Qin Feng’s recognition and inherit his legacy, they would be able to clearly grasp this imprinted law and tread the path he had carved.

Of course, to surpass Qin Feng and outshine the master, only two possibilities existed: either strike him down in direct combat to seize his fruit of the Way, or forge a path even more powerful and perfect than the "Limit."

Yet, if Qin Feng were to unfortunately perish, this law, branded into the origin of the universe at the cost of his life’s blood, would lose its "ownership."

At that point, it would become one of the most precious treasures of knowledge in the universe, accessible to all descendants without the need for his approval.

This is what it means to be a "King"!

To transform one’s own "Way" into the "Logic" of the universe!

To share the longevity of heaven and earth, and coexist with the cosmos itself!

...

Within the cavern of the giant beast’s skull.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

His appearance remained unchanged, yet his temperament had undergone a cataclysmic transformation.

If he had once been a divine sword, sharp and ready to pierce the firmament,

He was now a vast, unfathomable universe, capable of containing a thousand stars.

All sharpness was retracted; all power returned to its source.

Every movement resonated in perfect harmony with the pulse of the cosmos.

He had succeeded.

After twenty thousand years, not only had he refined the Weeping God Gold, but he had also breached the threshold that had trapped countless prodigies, officially stepping into the realm of the "King"!

He could clearly feel that his "Limit Body," having fused with the Weeping God Gold, had undergone another qualitative leap in quality and resilience.

If his previous "Silver Body" was "impervious to all laws," it was now evolving toward being "indestructible by all paths."

His Dao Seal, the "Primal Crucible," had also become more dense and powerful due to the infusion of the divine metal. Its efficiency in devouring and refining had increased more than tenfold!

"This... is the power of a King..."

Qin Feng clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying strength within that could easily crush a galaxy, yet his eyes remained devoid of joy or sorrow.

To him, this was merely a new starting point.

He did not linger in the joy of his breakthrough, but immediately cast his mind into the next stage of cultivation.

Ten thousand years remained of the thirty-thousand-year limit.

He had to use this final stretch to convert his surging power into true combat efficacy!

He first attempted the two supreme secret arts that served as his greatest trump cards.

The Nine Tribulations Battle Canon!

The Primal Secret Art: "Slaughter"!

He had already mastered the first layer of both, using them to step into the "God-Forbidden" realm and gain the power to slay Kings.

Now that he was a true King, logically, he should be able to begin the second layer.

He calmed his mind and began to contemplate the second layer of the Nine Tribulations Battle Canon.

However, merely by touching the vast, complex, and sea-like information of the second layer, Qin Feng’s brows knit tightly together.

It was too difficult!

The difficulty was a hundred times greater than the first layer!

The first layer was an augmentation of his "foundation," a direct strengthening of "hardware" like spirit, flesh, and killing techniques.

The second layer, however, was an augmentation of the "laws" themselves!

It required the practitioner to possess an ultimate understanding and control over the law they had branded into the origin of the universe, and to "re-encode" it in an inconceivable way, unleashing power that surpassed its own limits!

This was no longer simple learning; it was "re-creation" of the very "Way" he had created himself!

Qin Feng attempted to deduce it for centuries, only to find he could not even touch the threshold of the second layer.

"It is not enough..."

He turned his focus to the second layer of the Primal Secret Art: "Slaughter."

The result was the same.

The second layer of "Slaughter" was no longer a mere "augmentation of power," but involved erasure at the level of "causality" and "concept." It required the practitioner to elevate the act of "killing" from the physical level to the level of law, and even... to the level of destiny!

A single strike would not sever the enemy's flesh, but their very "existence"!

The profundity of its theory and the bizarre nature of its logic left even Qin Feng, a newly ascended King with peak comprehension, feeling dizzy.

Another few thousand years passed.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, a trace of helplessness flashing through them, followed by a deeper understanding.

"I was too impatient."

He shook his head, decisively abandoning the idea of continuing to study these two secret arts.

These two arts were, without question, supreme manuals pointing toward the ultimate mysteries of the universe.

But their mastery was not a task for a single day.

He had just ascended to Kingship; his understanding and application of his own laws were still at the most rudimentary stage, like an infant learning to walk.

To try to learn how to run and fly in such a state was undoubtedly a fool's dream.

"Thousands of years, and I haven't even grasped the surface. It seems that mastering the second layer of these arts will require 'hundreds of thousands,' perhaps even millions of years of patient grinding."

Since that path was blocked, Qin Feng immediately shifted his strategy.

If he could not learn something stronger, he would make what he already possessed stronger!

A light of realization flashed in his eyes.

"My advantage lies in 'breadth,' in my 'foundation'."

He recalled the thirty billion body-refining arts he had brought from the Holy Academy, the three hundred million weapon-refining legacies of the Ancient Luo King, and the sea of combat information and law insights he had analyzed after learning, comprehending, and devouring tens of thousands of powerful enemies along his journey.

These were his most precious treasures!

"Since I cannot break through in 'quality' immediately, I shall trigger a qualitative change through 'quantity'!"

"What I must do is not learn a new ultimate art, but... create a truly unique King-level art that belongs to me alone!"

Once this thought took root, it could no longer be suppressed.

Qin Feng’s mind sank into total stillness.

His sea of consciousness transformed into a boundless cosmic library.

Every secret art he had ever practiced, whether powerful or weak, manifested as glowing runes, arranged within.

...

He no longer viewed these secret arts as isolated techniques, but thoroughly dismantled them into their primordial fragments of law and the most fundamental models of energy flow.

Then, using the Limit Law he had just branded into the origin of the universe as his guiding principle, his Limit Body—now elevated in quality—as his vessel, and his indestructible, pitch-black soul as his core,

He began an unprecedented grand deduction, a grand fusion!

This was a monumental endeavor, far more taxing to the spirit than refining divine metal.

His soul transformed into a supercomputer surpassing all artificial intelligence in the universe, performing billions of simulations and deductions every second.

Countless possibilities were proposed, only to be instantly rejected.

Countless combinations were constructed, only to be instantly overturned.

Time, within this ultimate creation, lost all meaning once more.

One year, ten years, a hundred years...

A thousand years, five thousand years...

When the final millennium was about to burn to its end,

In the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth year,

Qin Feng, who had sat cross-legged for nearly thirty thousand years, moved for the very first time.

He slowly raised his right index finger.

At the fingertip, no energy gathered, nor did any light flicker.

Yet the entire cavern, the colossal beast’s skull, and even the Star Abyss outside—shrouded by the terrifying aura of eight hundred Kings and one Emperor—all laws fell into absolute stillness at this moment!

It was as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button on the entire universe.

In Qin Feng’s eyes, scene after scene flickered by.

He had compressed, smelted, and sublimated the essence of all his lethal arts—the penetration of Inch Glow, the destruction of Heaven-Opening, the mastery of Ten-Perfect Hands—into this seemingly unremarkable finger.

This finger was no longer a mere physical attack, nor a simple energy strike, and certainly not just an assault of laws.

It was an attack of "concept"!

Born from the "absolute quality" of his Limit Body and his pitch-black soul, it was a near-unsolvable killing blow.

Its core principle was simple and brutal:

"If the quality of my existence is higher than yours, then you cannot resist."

As long as the target’s physical quality was inferior to his Limit Body, and their soul quality inferior to his pitch-black soul,

Then this finger, once pointed, would ignore distance, ignore defense, and ignore laws, erasing the target’s very existence from the level of "concept"!

"This technique is the ultimate manifestation of my path of the 'Limit', so let it be called..."

A faint glimmer flashed and vanished from Qin Feng’s fingertip.

The light was neither black nor white; it was a chaotic radiance that transcended the definition of color, representing the "Limit" itself.

"Limit Divine Light."

He whispered these four words.

A true, peerless technique belonging solely to Qin Feng was born!

Having done all this, Qin Feng slowly stood up.

The thirty-thousand-year deadline had arrived.

He looked at the Universal Will mission still frantically pulsing and refreshing in his mind.

[List of hostile mission takers: 78,356]

Over seventy-eight thousand enemies...

Among them, the names of Emperors had increased from the initial Golden Emperor to over a dozen.

"Tremendous progress."

A calm smile appeared on Qin Feng’s face.

"Now, it is time to go out and face these 'enthusiastic' opponents."

...

When the hourglass of time shed its final grain of sand,

When the thirty-thousand-year deadline was declared at an end,

"Hum—"

A rhythm, ancient and unchanging, as if emanating from the deep origin of the universe, resonated throughout the entire star field.

The golden divine chains, composed of pure laws that spanned the void, began to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The chains were dissipating!

The supreme seal that had locked the Kurgan Star Abyss for thirty thousand years was being lifted!

The cage was about to open!

In an instant, a terrifying aura, impossible to describe in words, roared to life from this silent expanse of space! It was an ultimate killing intent, woven and fermented from over a hundred thousand distinct King-level laws, fifty-plus Emperor-level wills that dominated the heavens, and the hatred, greed, and malice accumulated over countless ages... an intent so potent it made the universe tremble!

Every gaze, whether lurking in the open or watching from the shadows, became like a peerless blade sharpened for thirty thousand years, locking instantly, fixedly, onto the single, deepest exit of the Kurgan Star Abyss!

Waiting.

A suffocating wait.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time, at this moment, seemed to be stretched infinitely.

Each second felt as long as an epoch.

The killing intent in the air, thick as substance, was now dense enough to interfere with the material world.

Some asteroids that drifted too close, under the pressure of this terrifying aura, disintegrated and annihilated without even a whimper, turning into the most basic cosmic dust.

Over a hundred thousand Kings!

Over fifty Emperors!

This was no longer a simple hunt.

This was the most extravagant and terrifying funeral in the history of the universe, laid out for a single living soul!

Yet, in this absolute silence where even light seemed to freeze, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

The Golden Emperor—the supreme sovereign who had hung above the Star Abyss like a golden sun, suppressing the entire field for thirty thousand years with the posture of a ruler of all worlds—saw his towering body, composed of pure Imperial laws, begin to dim, just like the dissipating chains of law.

His form, vast as a star field, began to blur and fade, until finally, like a drop of golden ink merging into the sea, he vanished silently into the background of the void.

He was hiding.

This sight caused countless Kings, who prided themselves on hearts as firm as divine iron, to feel a genuine sense of... absurdity and horror.

The Golden Emperor!

The supreme master of the Golden God Race!

A terrifying existence, even among the ranks of the Emperors, he stood at the pinnacle!

Facing Qin Feng, a Marquis trapped within a cage and soon to be besieged by over a hundred thousand peers, he did not choose to crush or obliterate him with the thunderous, upright majesty of an Emperor.

He chose... a sneak attack.

"To hunt a rabbit, the lion must use its full strength."

A cold, indifferent thought echoed through the void, as if in explanation, or perhaps as a warning.

This thought caused every powerhouse harboring doubt to feel as though they had plunged into an icy abyss.

They understood now.

In the eyes of the Golden Emperor, this Qin Feng, known as the "Ultimate God Marquis," was never a rabbit to be crushed at will.

He was a peerless, ferocious beast who, even trapped within a cage, posed a lethal threat to a lion such as him!

A monster!

Even that word failed to capture the weight Qin Feng held in his heart.

Thirty thousand years ago, he had been able to slay an Emperor while still a Marquis.

Now, having obtained the "Wailing God Gold"—one of the thirty-six divine metals of the universe—and spent thirty thousand years in seclusion within this sealed star abyss...

Heaven only knew what terrifying heights he had reached!

The Golden Emperor knew well that he, too, had gained immense fortune within the Eternal Mountain, his strength far surpassing what it once was.

But facing a monster like Qin Feng, who defied all logic, the slightest arrogance or carelessness could lead to total destruction.

He did not seek a hearty, glorious battle.

He sought a one-hundred-percent, fail-safe... instant kill!

The Golden Emperor’s concealment acted as a signal.

In an instant, the pressures of the Imperial laws that had been clearly discernible across the starfield receded like a retreating tide, vanishing one after another.

The "Ten Thousand Demon Emperor," the "Nest Emperor," the "Heavenly Demon Emperor"...

Those fifty-plus Emperors, who had hung high in the heavens like gods looking down upon the masses, all chose the same strategy as the Golden Emperor within a few short breaths!

They transformed into the deadliest vipers lurking in the dark, suppressing all aura and killing intent, waiting only for the moment their prey stepped out of the cage to launch that decisive, earth-shattering... fatal strike!

This scene sent a chill deep into the souls of the hundred thousand Marquises below.

If even the Emperors were this cautious...

What kind of monster were they about to face?

Amidst this suffocating atmosphere, where even breathing seemed to have ceased, the final golden chain shrouding the Kurgan Star Abyss finally dissipated, turning into a sky full of light.

The seal was broken!

Every Marquis’s heart constricted violently at that moment.

It was time.

There, at the exit of the star abyss—a maw as deep as an abyss—a figure emerged, unhurried, stepping out slowly, one pace at a time.

He wore a simple black robe, his dark hair draped over his shoulders, his expression calm, his eyes as deep as a night sky containing billions of stars.

He radiated no earth-shattering aura, nor was he wreathed in world-destroying laws.

He walked with such plainness, as if he were not emerging from a death trap that had imprisoned him for thirty thousand years, but merely finishing a leisurely afternoon stroll.

Yet, this extreme nonchalance left the hundred thousand Marquises, whose killing intent had reached its zenith, unable to strike first!

For they felt something from him that made their very souls tremble at their core.

It was an absolute, crushing sense of oppression... brought forth by a higher form of life!

"Mar... Marquis..."

A Mechanical race Marquis, his electronic eyes composed of countless precision sensors, saw his data streams refreshing and erroring at an unprecedented speed, finally reaching a conclusion that nearly caused his system to collapse.

"His life fluctuations... are at the Marquis level!"

BOOM!!!

A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples!

"What?! A Marquis? How is this possible!"

"Thirty thousand years! It took him only thirty thousand years! To ascend from a newly initiated God-Forbidden Marquis to a true Marquis?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even a reincarnated god could not possess such a terrifying speed of advancement!"

"Wait... his soul! Feel his soul!"

A Marquis proficient in soul laws let out a shriek of absolute terror, "That is... that is..."

"Pure black spiritual power!"

Another voice finished the sentence he was too shocked to utter.

Pure black spiritual power!

The soul quality that, according to legend, only the supreme existences who had pioneered a "God Path" and pushed it to its ultimate sublimation could possess!

If his ascension to Marquis had only left them shocked and incredulous, the appearance of the words "pure black spiritual power" shattered their last shred of hope!

What did this mean?

It meant that Qin Feng had not merely ascended.

He had succeeded!

He had successfully refined the "Wailing God Gold"—one of the thirty-six divine metals that drove even Emperors to madness—within a mere thirty thousand years, and integrated it into his own Great Dao!

"Monster..."

"He is a monster, through and through!"

"Kill him!"

After a brief silence came a hysterical madness, ignited by endless fear and greed!

"He has just ascended; his foundation is unstable! This is our only chance!"

"Kill him! Seize his Marquis-level laws! Seize his divine metal essence! And the divine arts he inherited!"

"KILL!!!"

The earth-shaking roar of battle finally tore through the silent starfield!

The hundred thousand Marquises, unable to contain their fear and greed any longer, struck all at once!

Rumble—

Over a hundred thousand distinct Marquis-level laws, like a hundred thousand bursting torrents of destruction, swept in from all directions toward the lone figure who had just stepped out of the abyss!

Flame, frost, thunder, virulent poison, curses, force fields, spatial ruptures, temporal stasis...

The negative laws of the entire universe seemed, in this very moment, to be summoned in their entirety!

This expanse of stars instantly transformed into a purgatory of laws, more chaotic and terrifying than the dawn of creation itself!

Facing a barrage of horror sufficient to erase every living soul beneath the rank of Emperor—along with the very traces of their existence—a billion times over.

The figure at the heart of the storm merely raised his head, slowly.

There was not a flicker of fear or gravity upon his face.

In their place was an expression of such exhilaration and grandeur, as if he had just beheld the most fascinating spectacle in the world!

He felt them: behind those hundred thousand King-level laws, in the deeper reaches of the void, the Imperial wills watching this place like gods.

The Golden Emperor, the Sky-Plundering King, the Myriad Demon Emperor...

They had all come.

How wonderful.

Since they were all here, he would be spared the trouble of hunting them down one by one.

"Ha... Hahahaha..."

Qin Feng laughed toward the heavens, a clear, resonant sound that contained a supreme spirit capable of contending with those hundred thousand King-level laws!

"Well come! Truly well come!"

He knew that his plan for a "faked death" could finally be set in motion!

With a thought, the seemingly ordinary subspace storage terminal on his wrist flashed with light.

All the treasures of his life—the Twin Masks, the seven original inheritance stelae of the secret art "Kill," and every resource he had accumulated over the years—had been transferred into the subspace unit.

This way, even if this "Ultimate Body" were to "fall," he would suffer no loss.

With that done, there was no longer a single tether upon his heart!

All that remained was to stage the most magnificent "curtain call" under the witness of the myriad races and the gaze of the gods and buddhas!

"You wish to kill me, Qin Feng?"

His laughter ceased abruptly, his eyes turning colder than eternal ice and sharper than any peerless divine weapon!

"Are you even worthy?!"

Before the words had faded, he moved!

Facing the torrent of laws capable of annihilating all, he did not retreat but advanced, charging headlong into the densest point of the onslaught!

And in the moment of his charge, he struck!

He did not unleash the "Ultimate Divine Light" he had just created, for that was a "surprise" reserved for the Emperors lurking in the shadows.

He simply threw a single punch!

Boom!

This punch struck out a void of pure darkness!

It was the power of the "Primordial Furnace"!

The apocalyptic torrent composed of over a hundred thousand King-level laws, the instant it touched this darkness, was like a river flowing into the sea, a massive gap torn into it by sheer consumption!

Seizing the moment of this opening, Qin Feng’s figure ghosted through the blockade of laws, appearing before a Leopard-clan King who had just exhausted his power and was caught in the lag between old strength and new!

That Leopard-clan King was a long-renowned powerhouse among the myriad races, famed for his speed and assassination.

Yet, in this moment, his eyes held only infinite terror.

Because he hadn't even been able to track Qin Feng's movement!

"You..."

Before he could speak, a palm covered in silver-white light, looking far from robust, pressed lightly upon his skull.

Crack.

A crisp sound, like the crushing of an eggshell.

This King, whose name alone could make a star sector tremble, was crushed along with his immortal King-level Dao Seal by Qin Feng with effortless ease.

Having done this, Qin Feng did not pause for a second.

With a wave of his hand, he invoked the power of the "Primordial Furnace," drawing in the essence and law fragments that had not yet dissipated from the exploded King.

Among them, a King-level secret treasure blade, shimmering like a crescent moon, was snatched into his grasp.

"Poor quality."

Qin Feng glanced at the treasure, which would have driven countless Marquises to madness, and dismissed it with disdain.

Then, under the horrified gaze of all, his five fingers clamped shut!

The indestructible blade was crushed, kneaded, and ground in his palm as if it were mere modeling clay...

Amidst the piercing screech of metal in agony, the blade was decomposed into its most fundamental divine gold particles.

Immediately, "Void Black Flame" ignited in his palm!

Under the scorching of the black fire and his terrifying control, comparable to a creator god, these particles began to reorganize and forge themselves in a brand-new, more perfect fashion!

The entire process was fluid and fast to the extreme!

In a mere heartbeat!

A brand-new spear—dark silver in color, covered in profound Dao patterns, its tip flashing with a sharpness capable of piercing the very laws—was reborn from the fire in his hand!

Its quality and power were leagues beyond the blade that had come before!

Killing a renowned King with a casual strike!

Reforging his life-bound treasure into his own weapon with a turn of the hand!

This strength!

This method!

This dominance!

It thoroughly stunned the entire field!

Qin Feng held the new spear, its tip slanted and pointing toward the hundred thousand Kings whose assault had stalled in fear.

A cold, arrogant curve touched his lips.

"Come at me, all of you!"

...

Silence.

A deathly silence.

If the one-hit execution of a King had brought them shock and confusion, then the bare-handed crushing and reforging of a top-tier King-level treasure brought them a fear and despair that pierced to the bone!

What does this signify?

It signifies that their prideful king-level divine bodies, before Qin Feng, might be as fragile and vulnerable as this shattered relic!

It signifies that Qin Feng’s physical fortitude, his comprehension of laws, and his mastery over matter and energy have far surpassed the category of a "newly ascended king," reaching a terrifying, inconceivable realm that they cannot even begin to fathom!

"A monster..."

"Is this fellow... truly a king who has just ascended?!"

"His physical body... could it be an imperial weapon forged from the thirty-six divine metals?!"

"Quick! Send word out! The combat assessment for the Limit Marquis must be redefined! He... he possesses the strength to effortlessly crush and slaughter renowned kings!"

Waves of terror and astonishment surged through the minds of the myriad-race king legions, exchanging frantic messages.

The unstoppable momentum of the charge, which had threatened to utterly engulf Qin Feng, had long since vanished into thin air.

The kings at the very vanguard were even, quite unconsciously, shifting their feet backward, terrified of becoming the next victim.

Over a hundred thousand kings had been brought to a grinding halt in the starry void by a single man and his spear!

...

Meanwhile.

Within the dimensional folds, the shadow realms, and the temporal fractures far from the main battlefield—realms imperceptible to ordinary beings—

the fifty-odd alien emperors who had long been in hiding were likewise taking in every detail of the scene.

Their minds, too, were stirred by waves no less turbulent than those of the kings.

"What... what a tyrannical physique! What bizarre and lethal secret arts!"

The Flame Demon Emperor, hidden within molten lava, felt a flicker of gravity for the first time in eyes burning with hellfire, "Even from such a vast distance, I could not discern the essence of that strike!"

Elsewhere, a figure like a phantom projected a thought through the absolute zero of the void, "The quality of his flesh and soul has transcended the category of 'King.' The Golden Emperor’s choice was correct."

This figure was none other than the Sky-Raiding King, who had been shorn of half his wings by the Heaven-Swallowing King outside the Seven Heavens Abyss.

Yet, his aura now was far deeper and more formidable than before; clearly, in these thirty thousand years, he had seized a great opportunity, successfully stepping into the realm of the Emperor to become the "Sky-Raiding Emperor"!

But the gaze he cast upon Qin Feng no longer held the contempt of viewing him as a mere "supplement," replaced instead by profound dread and... a sliver of irrepressible madness.

The more powerful and perfect the prey, the greater the benefits to be reaped from devouring them!

And in the deeper strata of the temporal rift,

the Golden Emperor stood in silence.

He had watched every detail of Qin Feng’s earth-shattering sequence of movements from beginning to end.

Even for him, his imperial heart—tempered by eons of time and as still as an ancient well—could not help but ripple with a cold, icy chill.

"When a lion hunts a rabbit, it must use its full strength..."

The Golden Emperor repeated the maxim he had always upheld in his heart.

"It seems now... I have not been using enough 'full strength'."

He had originally believed that as a top-tier Emperor, having obtained heaven-defying fortune within the Eternal Mountain, a single opportunity for a sneak attack would be enough to slay this newly ascended threat in one blow.

But now, he wavered.

The combat power Qin Feng displayed had completely shattered his estimations.

That ability to crush a king-level relic with his bare hands meant that Qin Feng’s [Limit Body], having fused with the [Weeping Divine Metal], was likely no less resilient or profound than his own veteran imperial frame!

And that [Limit Divine Light], which even he could not fully penetrate, left him smelling the scent of a genuine threat!

"This child... must not be allowed to live!"

The killing intent in the Golden Emperor’s heart climbed, in that moment, to an unprecedented zenith.