Chapter 352: Beheading Countless King Ranks! Bloody Battle Against Emperor Ranks! Fighting to the Final Chapter

Chapter 352: Slaughtering Countless Kings! A Bloody Battle Against Emperors! Fighting to the Final Chapter! A Terrifying Prodigy!

Silence.

A silence as profound as death.

Over one hundred thousand King-tier powerhouses, each capable of shaking the star-sea with a single stomp in their own domains, now stood like mortals choked by invisible shackles, frozen in absolute stillness against a backdrop of shattered stars and the corpses of kings.

Fear, like the deepest, coldest tide, surged from the depths of every soul, freezing their laws and congealing their thoughts.

They stared at that figure—one man, one spear, standing alone in the void.

He released no earth-shattering pressure, nor did he utter a single word of intimidation.

He simply stood there, surveying the field with eyes as calm and rippleless as a stagnant pool.

Yet, this indifferent gaze was more terrifying than any thunderous punishment sent by the gods.

What had he just done?

Amidst the combined assault of a hundred thousand kings, he had strolled as if in a garden, shattering a torrent of laws with a single punch and instantly slaying a renowned king.

Then, in full view of all, he had crushed a top-tier King-level artifact—a treasure worthy of being a clan’s foundation—with his bare hands, and with a near-mythical, "creation-like" technique, reforged it into a divine weapon of even higher quality!

What kind of power was this?

What kind of physique was this?

And what kind of unfathomable control was this?!

These were no longer the means of a mere "King"!

"Attack together..."

These three words echoed in the minds of every king like a curse.

Yes, they numbered over a hundred thousand.

In theory, such a vast multitude should have been enough to bury even a newly ascended Emperor-tier powerhouse under their sheer weight.

But theory, at this moment, seemed pale and impotent.

They were not facing an enemy who could be measured by common logic.

They were facing a monster! A thorough, absolute monster... cloaked in human skin!

"What are you afraid of!"

Amidst this silence, capable of shattering a king’s resolve, a roar filled with brutality and madness exploded like a thunderclap!

"No matter how strong he is, he is only one man! He has just ascended; how much law energy can he possibly squander?!"

The one roaring was a peak King-tier powerhouse from the Troll race.

He was as massive as a mountain, his body covered in dark-gold keratin, wielding a colossal bone club entwined with countless vengeful spirits, radiating a ferocity that would make an ordinary king’s heart shatter.

"Bone-Crusher King!"

Some recognized him—a terrifying existence on the battlefield of ten thousand races, known for his cruelty and utter disregard for death. He had claimed the lives of no fewer than eighty peers.

"We are over a hundred thousand! A hundred thousand! Even if we use our lives as fodder, we can exhaust his law energy!"

The Bone-Crusher King’s scarlet eyes were locked onto Qin Feng, greed and madness eclipsing his fear. "Kill him! Everything he possesses will be ours! His divine metal, his divine arts, his invincible flesh... all of it will become the supreme fuel for us to ascend the Imperial Path!"

These words were like a spark thrown into a vat of oil, instantly igniting the greed that had been temporarily suppressed by fear in the hearts of many kings!

Indeed!

Divine metal!

Divine arts!

And that legendary "God’s Path" said to lead to the realm of the gods!

Any one of these was enough to drive an Emperor to madness!

As long as they killed him, even a mere fragment of his essence would be a heaven-sent opportunity to ascend!

Risk and reward were always proportional!

"ROAR!!!"

"Kill!!"

"For the Imperial Path! For immortality!"

After the brief silence came a hysteria even more frantic!

Greed had finally conquered fear.

Incited by the Bone-Crusher King, at least thirty thousand kings, eyes bloodshot, once again channeled their royal laws, transforming into a sea of law more violent than before, sweeping toward Qin Feng!

This time, they had learned.

They no longer relied solely on law bombardments; they mixed tens of thousands of King-level artifacts into the torrent, along with several high-yield, one-time-use forbidden weapons!

The entire exit of the Kurgan Star Abyss had turned into a wasteland of destruction!

"Now that is more like it."

Facing this renewed offensive, a smile finally appeared on Qin Feng’s face.

However, the smile was cold, devoid of any warmth.

He did not choose to meet it head-on.

With a light tap of his foot, he seemed to merge with the void, vanishing from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, his figure appeared like a phantom on the flank of that violent sea of laws!

His target was clear and direct—

The peak King-tier Troll, the Bone-Crusher King, who was still roaring and inciting the masses!

"No!"

The Bone-Crusher King was a veteran of countless battles; his instincts were razor-sharp. The moment Qin Feng vanished, he felt a lethal crisis that could freeze his soul striking from his side and rear!

He didn't even have time to turn around; he swung his massive bone club horizontally behind him, while the dark-gold keratin on his mountain-like body flared with light. Countless profound law runes swirled, forming an indestructible, absolute defense!

This was his signature technique—[Titan’s Rampart]!

With this move, he had once withstood the combined strike of three peak kings of his level without suffering a single scratch!

He was confident that even if the opponent was Qin Feng, this move would be enough to...

"Pfft!"

A sound as soft as tearing cloth interrupted all his thoughts.

His scarlet eyes slowly, laboriously, looked downward.

A dark-gold spear tip, he knew not when, had pierced through his prideful [Titan’s Rampart], pierced through his indestructible Troll-king body, and emerged from his chest.

The spear tip was not stained with a single drop of blood.

But a supreme, pure "Ultimate" law, indescribable in words, had already surged into his body along the spear shaft, annihilating everything he was with unstoppable force!

His vitality, his laws, his soul...

“How… how… is this possible…”

From the throat of the Bone-Crushing King came a disbelieving, garbled murmur.

He had felt no collision of laws, nor any impact of energy.

That spear had simply… pierced through.

As if his impenetrable defenses had never existed at all.

It was a mode of attack that defied all comprehension.

“Nothing is impossible.”

A flat voice resonated from behind him.

Qin Feng’s figure slowly emerged, holding the long spear, his expression unchanged, as if he had merely performed a trivial task.

“In the face of absolute quality, your so-called sturdiness is meaningless.”

As the words fell, he gave his arm a slight tremor.

“Boom—”

The Bone-Crushing King’s mountain-like physique, along with his immortal King-level laws, exploded into a mist of blood and fragments of law!

Another peak-level King had fallen!

And he had perished on the spot in a manner far more bizarre and inconceivable!

This sight caused the momentum of the thirty thousand Kings, just moments ago incited to frenzy, to grind to a sudden, jarring halt!

The fire of greed that had just ignited in their eyes was instantly doused by a bucket of icy water from the depths of the abyss, leaving behind only wisps of smoke and… boundless terror!

Yet, Qin Feng’s slaughter had only just begun!

He gave these people no time to react.

The moment he shattered the Bone-Crushing King, he flicked his wrist, and the dark gold spear left his hand, transforming into a streak of light that tore through the cosmos, shooting toward another area where the Kings were most densely packed!

Even as the spear flew, his figure vanished once more!

He was like a god of death walking the battlefield; every time he blinked into existence, it was inevitably before the face of another King!

“Squelch!”

A Zerg King had just opened its compound-eyed maw, intending to spray a corrosive venom capable of melting laws, when a palm pressed down upon its head.

There was no earth-shattering explosion of energy, merely a gentle tap.

The Zerg King, along with its venom, dissolved into fundamental particles and vanished into the void.

“Clang!”

On the other side, a Stone King, renowned for his defense, had transformed his body into an indestructible star of law, attempting to block Qin Feng’s path.

Qin Feng did not even glance at him, simply throwing a single punch!

That star of law, capable of crushing a galaxy, appeared like a fragile glass marble before that fist, which did not look particularly large; it instantly filled with spiderweb cracks and then disintegrated with a roar!

The Stone King did not even have time to scream before his body and soul were annihilated!

Further away, the dark silver spear he had thrown had become a dragon of death, reaping lives!

Every time it pierced the void, it accurately transfixed the brow of a King, pinning their laws and souls together in one strike!

Then, without waiting for the King to fully perish, it shifted direction, darting toward its next target!

For a time, the entire battlefield transformed into a bloody, magnificent… dance of death!

Qin Feng’s figure swept through the army of over a hundred thousand, moving as if through an empty land!

His speed surpassed light, surpassed thought, surpassed causality!

One second, he was at one end of the star sector, shattering the skull of a Beast King with a punch;

The next, he was at the other end, stomping the torso of a Demon King into two pieces!

His power was tyrannical to the extreme!

No matter the law, the divine ability, or the secret treasure, before his “Limitless Body” fused with the Weeping God-Gold, everything appeared fragile and laughable!

A King skilled in spatial laws attempted to trap him with a folding space technique.

Qin Feng merely took a step forward, and those layered, labyrinthine spatial barriers shattered like the surface of a lake struck by a boulder!

A King proficient in temporal laws attempted to delay him with a stasis field.

Qin Feng merely cast a glance, and the frozen river of time was forcibly broken open by a more tyrannical “Limitless” will, resuming its flow!

More than that, three brothers from the same God-clan, sharing a single mind and fused laws, joined forces to deploy a peerless “Three-Talent God-Slaying Array.” Three beams of divine law, each capable of crippling a peak-level King, struck Qin Feng’s vital points from three different dimensions simultaneously!

Facing this lethal blow, Qin Feng did not dodge or evade!

He even ceased all offensive maneuvers, hovering quietly in place, allowing those three beams of divine law to strike him squarely!

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Three earth-shaking roars!

That entire sector of space was utterly annihilated, reduced to chaos!

“We succeeded?!”

The three God-clan Kings wore expressions of wild ecstasy!

Yet, their smiles lasted less than a ten-thousandth of a second before freezing upon their faces.

As the light faded in the center of the chaos, the black-clad figure remained standing, completely unscathed!

Not even the black robe he wore showed a single wrinkle!

“This… this is impossible!!!”

The leader of the God-clan Kings let out a disbelieving shriek.

Their “Three-Talent God-Slaying Array” was a supreme killing move that even Emperors would have to respect!

How could it… fail to even break the opponent’s defense?!

“Immunity to all laws…”

Qin Feng slowly raised a hand to brush non-existent dust from his shoulder, his tone as flat as if he were stating the simplest of facts.

“…is merely the foundation.”

Before the words were finished, his figure had appeared before all three God-clan Kings simultaneously!

Not clones, nor afterimages!

But moving at a speed beyond their comprehension, arriving at three different coordinate points at the exact same time!

“Puff!” “Puff!” “Puff!”

Three palms, as if reaching into a bag, easily pierced their chests and crushed the King-level laws within their bodies.

Those three arrogant God-clan Kings, their eyes filled with boundless fear and confusion, became three cold corpses drifting in the starry sky.

This sight shattered the final, fragile sliver of hope held within the hearts of every King.

They could not win.

They were utterly, hopelessly outmatched.

This was no war; it could not even be called a battle.

This was a one-sided, inevitable, and absolute slaughter.

Their numbers, their laws, their secret treasures, their battle formations—before that man, they meant nothing.

Everything they held in such arrogant pride had become the greatest joke in the cosmos.

"Run!"

It was unclear who first let out that desperate, guttural roar.

That single word acted as a signal, instantly detonating the seemingly indestructible coalition of over a hundred thousand Kings.

"Run for your lives!"

"He is a demon! He is no King at all!"

"Mother... I want to go home..."

Fear, like a plague, spread with a velocity billions of times faster than light.

The front lines collapsed.

The so-called grand army of encirclement was, in that moment, reduced to a pack of stray dogs, scrambling over one another in a frantic, desperate flight.

They burned their life essence, they mutilated their own laws, and they unleashed their most guarded escape techniques, all just to outrun the "comrades" beside them.

Yet, would Qin Feng allow them such a mercy?

"You come as you please, and you leave as you please?"

A cold, sharp curve touched the corner of his mouth.

"Leave your lives behind."

With a flick of his will, the dark silver spear that had been prowling the perimeter, reaping lives, let out a joyous hum and returned instantly to his hand.

At the same time, behind him, the phantom of the "Primordial Furnace"—a law forged from the ultimate foundations of the Primordial Singularity and the Void Black Flame—erupted into existence.

It was a furnace beyond description, a colossal vessel that seemed poised to swallow the entire universe.

Its maw was leveled directly at the hundreds of thousands of fleeing Kings.

"Devour!"

Qin Feng whispered the word.

Rumble—

An irresistible, terrifying suction, born from the very concept of the universe’s "Finality," exploded from the phantom of the Primordial Furnace.

In an instant, the heavens shifted and the stars recoiled.

The fleeing Kings watched in horror as their bodies were forcibly dragged backward by an invisible, inexorable force.

Those weaker, newly ascended Kings could not even offer a shred of resistance before being pulled directly into the dark, yawning void of the furnace.

"Ah—no!!!"

Piercing screams echoed across the entire star sector.

Every King drawn into the furnace found their immortal bodies ignited the moment they touched the Void Black Flame, incinerated into raw, fundamental energy.

Their indestructible King-level laws were forcibly dismantled and analyzed by the power of the Primordial Singularity, reduced to the purest essence of enlightenment.

It was a process of feeding—bloody, yet terrifyingly efficient.

Qin Feng was "consuming" his enemies in the most domineering and direct manner, turning their very existence into nourishment to strengthen his own.

"A demon! He is a demon through and through!"

"Help us! Someone, save us!"

"It’s over... we are all going to die here..."

Despair completely shrouded the starfield.

Faced with such divine might, all resistance appeared pale and futile.

The battlefield could no longer be called a battlefield.

It had become a vast slaughterhouse.

And Qin Feng was the sole deity, wielding the butcher’s blade.

His figure flickered incessantly through the void.

Each appearance was accompanied by the fall of a King.

Each sweep of his spear brought forth a brilliant rain of blood.

Each strike of his fist hammered a patch of stars into eternal nothingness.

Within the galaxy, the corpses of Kings began to fall like rain.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

More and more!

These beings, who had once stood high above, looking down upon all living things, were now falling in swathes, like wheat before a scythe.

Their bodies drifted coldly through the cosmos, their eyes still holding the infinite terror and regret of their final moments.

Regret that they had dared to provoke such a scourge!

Regret that they had allowed their eyes to be blinded by the ethereal lure of greed!

Alas, in this world, there is no medicine for regret.

As more Kings fell, the laws within this starfield began to grow chaotic and active as never before.

With the death of each King, the laws branded into the origin of the universe lost their master, becoming unclaimed treasures.

For a time, the star sector was flooded with countless dazzling rivers of ownerless laws!

The Law of Fire transformed into roaring golden dragons, the Law of Frost condensed into holy ice phoenixes, and the Law of Thunder became dancing silver serpents.

This was the ultimate fortune of the universe; any cultivator who could meditate here for a moment would gain unimaginable benefits.

Yet, not a single soul dared to harbor even a shred of covetousness.

For at the center of this "fairyland" formed by countless auspicious laws, the "Demon God" was still reaping lives, his pace unslackened.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Qin Feng’s eyes remained as still as an ancient well.

There was not a flicker of pity in his heart.

Since these people dared to harbor the intent to kill him, they had to be prepared to be killed in return.

He would use this unprecedented massacre to offer the most magnificent sacrifice for his own grand performance of "feigned death"!

He would force the entire universe to remember his name!

To remember the dread of the "God of Slaughter"!

He would kill until the myriad races trembled in terror!

He would kill until no one dared harbor even a shred of greed toward him!

Time drifted slowly through the crimson carnage.

The fallen kings grew from ten thousand to thirty thousand!

From thirty thousand to fifty thousand!

Seventy thousand!

One hundred thousand!

When the final peak king who dared to resist was pierced through the brow by Qin Feng’s spear and pinned to a long-dead star,

this expanse of space—once clamorous, violent, and filled with slaughter and wailing—finally fell into absolute silence.

Fewer than thirty thousand kings remained alive.

They were already broken, their spirits shattered, abandoning all resistance; like penned livestock, they huddled together, trembling, gazing up with fearful, servile eyes at that figure standing alone atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

They dared not flee, for they knew that flight meant only death.

They could only wait.

Wait for that demon god to deliver his final... judgment.

Qin Feng held his long spear, a single drop of crimson royal blood sliding slowly down the tip.

He surveyed his surroundings.

Wherever his gaze fell, there was only wreckage.

The wreckage of kings, the wreckage of secret treasures, the wreckage of stars...

Countless ownerless laws of kings flowed quietly around him like gentle streams, as if paying homage to their newborn monarch.

In this battle, he had slaughtered over one hundred thousand kings of equal standing with his own two hands!

It was a terrifying feat of arms destined to be etched into the annals of the universe, one that would make billions of future souls shudder!

He had done it.

He had killed until no one dared to covet his power.

He had killed until ten thousand kings bowed their heads!

"It is over..."

Qin Feng whispered softly.

This bloody banquet he had orchestrated was ready to draw to a close.

Now, it was time for those... true protagonists to take the stage.

His gaze seemed to pierce through endless space and dimensions, fixing upon those entities lurking in the shadows.

Perhaps they felt his stare.

Or perhaps the moment they had been waiting for had finally arrived.

Just as Qin Feng’s mind stirred, preparing for the next phase of his plan—

The catastrophe struck, sudden and sharp!

"Hum—"

A golden radiance, so sharp it seemed capable of piercing the entire universe, erupted without warning from the void behind Qin Feng!

It appeared so abruptly, so eerily!

As if it had always existed there, only revealing its form in this very instant!

This golden edge condensed the supreme laws of the Emperor, its essence of "Geng Metal" capable of severing causality and shattering time and space!

It had only one target—the center of Qin Feng’s back!

This was a strike meant to kill!

A lethal ambush from a master hunter!

The Golden Emperor!

He had made his move!

He had chosen a moment of perfect timing.

The very instant after Qin Feng had slaughtered a hundred thousand kings, when his spirit was most likely to falter!

Yet, this was merely the beginning!

At the exact same moment that golden radiance appeared!

"Heh-heh-heh..."

A strange, soul-chilling laughter echoed from within Qin Feng’s own shadow!

The shadow stretched long by the starlight beneath Qin Feng’s feet began to writhe violently, as if it were a living thing!

A black spear, forged from the purest laws of "Plunder" and "Devour," thrust silently from the shadow, aimed directly at Qin Feng’s law—the [Primal Furnace]!

The Plunder Emperor!

He had struck as well!

And his method of attack was even more insidious, more venomous than the Golden Emperor’s!

One in the light, one in the dark!

One in front, one behind!

The two terrifying Emperors revealed, in this moment, the coldest and most lethal side of their nature as ultimate hunters!

But this was still not all!

"Roar!"

A demonic cry, filled with tyranny and the will to destroy, erupted from another dimension!

A monstrous claw, coalesced from infinite demonic energy and negative laws, tore through the spatial barrier and descended upon Qin Feng’s head!

The Demon Emperor!

"Sss-sss-sss..."

Simultaneously, hundreds of millions of transparent threads, finer than a strand of hair, surged from every direction, instantly weaving a net of inescapable doom that sealed off all space around Qin Feng!

The Hive Emperor!

Fire, frost, poison, curses, time, space...

In a single instant!

Over fifty attacks, each one capable of easily obliterating a peak king, descended simultaneously from every corner, every dimension, and every temporal node of the universe!

They had but a single objective!

It was the man at the very heart of the storm—

Qin Feng!

……

……

"Well come!"

Yet, at the very instant this ultimate death trap descended—a calamity sufficient to make the cosmos itself tremble—

Qin Feng, standing at the eye of the storm, felt not a shred of fear or despair within his eyes, which were as deep and vast as the starry sky. Instead, they erupted with a divine radiance, unprecedented and brilliant to the point of extremity!

He had waited for this moment for far too long!

From the instant he devised his "feigned death" scheme, he knew precisely what he would have to face.

The slaughter of a hundred thousand kings was merely the prelude.

The combined strike of these fifty-odd Emperors was the true climax of this grand, final act!

"Limit..."

Two words escaped his lips, soft and light.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any cataclysmic display of power.

Yet, with the utterance of these two words, his entire aura underwent a transformation of world-altering proportions!

If he had previously been a peerless, murderous god of war, decisive and tyrannical,

Then he had now become something else entirely: a seeker of truth, detached from the mundane, gazing upon the birth and death of the universe.

He slowly raised the index finger of his right hand.

At the fingertip, no energy gathered, nor was any law invoked.

He simply pointed, seemingly unremarkable, toward that first and most lethal golden edge as it arrived.

"Limitless Divine Light!"

Boom—!!!

A "light" that defied linguistic description, escaped visual capture, and eluded the perception of divine sense, flashed from his fingertip and vanished!

It was not light.

It was "Reason."

It was the supreme, singular "Reason" he had forged over ten thousand years, fusing all he had learned, using the [Limitless Law] as his framework and his [Limitless Body] and pure black soul as the vessel!

[Limitless Divine Light]!

This divine radiance did not seek to block, nor did it seek to annihilate.

It sought to "define"!

It declared a simple, brutal truth to the entire universe—

"The quality of my existence is superior to yours!"

In an instant, the Geng-Metal Emperor Sword—the manifestation of the Golden Emperor’s life-long Dao—the very blade capable of severing causality, saw its dazzling, imperial brilliance dim at a visible, maddening pace the moment it touched this "Reason"!

It was not being worn away.

Rather, its "status" was being forcibly suppressed!

It was as if common iron had encountered divine gold!

It remained sharp, it remained powerful, but its "concept" of invincibility was forcibly downgraded before the higher-level concept of the "Limit"!

"What?!"

Deep within the folds of space-time, the Golden Emperor’s heart, once as still as an ancient well, surged with a tidal wave of shock for the first time!

He felt it!

He felt the connection between himself and his innate imperial law suffer a momentary... hesitation!

It was as if his own law were "afraid"!

Yet, an Emperor is, after all, an Emperor.

Though the [Limitless Divine Light] was profound to the extreme, Qin Feng was but a newly ascended King, while the Golden Emperor was a terrifying entity who had steeped himself in the Imperial Dao for billions of years!

Ding!

A crisp chime rang out, one that seemed capable of echoing through eternity!

Qin Feng’s fingertip collided with the tip of the now-dimmed Geng-Metal Emperor Sword with absolute precision!

There was no earth-shattering explosion of energy, only a circle of invisible ripples, composed purely of "Reason" and "Law," expanding outward with a roar!

Where the ripples passed, stars were annihilated and the void collapsed; those tens of thousands of surviving kings who had not yet fled could not even scream before they were wiped away like dust by an invisible hand, instantly reduced to nothingness!

Crack!

A faint sound of shattering echoed.

Qin Feng’s right index finger, along with his entire right arm, exploded under the weight of that peerless imperial force, turning into a mist of golden blood!

The Geng-Metal Emperor Sword, struck by the tyrannical "Reason" of the [Limitless Divine Light], had a sliver of its essence forcibly ground away; its light dimmed once more, its trajectory skewed, and it grazed Qin Feng’s shoulder, piercing through!

Pfft!

A golden sword wound, deep enough to expose bone, stretched from Qin Feng’s left shoulder to his right rib, nearly cleaving his entire body in two!

Within the wound, no blood flowed; only endless, snake-like wisps of Geng-Metal law gnawed frantically at his vitality, preventing his [Limitless Body] from healing!

One strike!

A single strike!

Qin Feng was gravely wounded!

Yet, he had, in the end... blocked that most lethal of blades!

At the same time, the other attacks had already descended!

"Roar!"

Enduring a pain that would have shattered the mind of any other Emperor, Qin Feng let out a roar that sounded nothing like a human!

Behind him, the phantom of the [Primal Furnace] spun madly; no longer devouring outward, it contracted to the extreme, transforming into a pitch-black, ancient circular shield that seemed to swallow all things, firmly guarding his laws!

Boom!!!

The [Sky-Plundering Demon Spear] of the Sky-Plundering Emperor, capable of piercing the very source of existence, slammed viciously into that black circular shield!

The entire furnace phantom shuddered violently, instantly covered in a web of cracks!

Golden blood erupted simultaneously from Qin Feng’s seven orifices!

Under this blow, his very soul felt as if it were being torn asunder!

But he still... held his ground!

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

The Demon Emperor’s giant claw shattered half his body, snapping his spine bone by bone!

The Nest Emperor’s threads of causality coiled around his limbs, shackling the flesh that writhed in a desperate, frenzied attempt to regenerate!

The Heavenly Demon Emperor’s divine light pierced his sea of consciousness, sending ripples through the impenetrable depths of his pitch-black soul!

...

Over fifty imperial laws struck simultaneously, slamming with absolute force into Qin Feng’s already mangled frame!

That expanse of starry sky was hammered back into primordial chaos!

Earth, water, fire, and wind were annihilated in an instant, leaving behind nothing but an absolute, hollow void!

"It is finished..."

Hidden in the shadows, the Flame Demon Emperor felt a flicker of grim satisfaction in eyes that burned with hellfire.

"Under such an onslaught, even a true god descending would perish on the spot!"

"Hmph, a mere upstart who didn't know his place; he pays the price for his arrogance at last."

"A pity about that divine metal, and that path to godhood..."

Cold intentions flickered and exchanged across the void.

To them, Qin Feng was already a dead man.

No living being could survive such a terrifying, coordinated strike.

Yet...

At the very center of that chaos.

In that realm of "nothingness" where even the laws had been ground to dust.

A faint, yet stubbornly persistent golden light flickered like a dying candle in the wind, refusing... to be extinguished!

"He... he is not dead?!"

An Emperor who mastered the laws of life let out a cry of utter disbelief!

Every Emperor present pushed their divine sense to the limit, locking their gaze onto the heart of the chaos!

The light dissipated.

The dust settled.

A figure slowly emerged from the epicenter of the destruction.

What a wretched sight it was!

Qin Feng.

He was still standing.

But he could no longer be called a "man."

His entire right arm had vanished completely.

His left side, from shoulder to calf, was corroded by the Demon Emperor’s miasma until only stark white bone remained.

His chest was pierced by a gaping hole, a testament to the Plunder Emperor’s spear; countless black "plunder" runes writhed like maggots within the wound, devouring his essence.

His back was shredded by dozens of different imperial laws, leaving not a single patch of intact flesh.

Even his skull was fractured, revealing the dim, pitch-black soul within, struggling to resist the erosion of the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s light.

He was like a piece of porcelain, shattered and forced back together.

It seemed as if, in the next second, he would crumble into cosmic dust.

Yet, he remained standing!

His left hand still gripped that dark golden spear with a death-like tenacity!

His single remaining eye still burned with a raging, heaven-consuming... will to fight!

"Haa... haa..."

His throat emitted a sound like a broken bellows.

Each breath brought forth a spray of golden blood mixed with fragments of his own viscera.

The blood dripped into the void, not dissipating, but transforming into tiny stars burning with ultimate will, radiating an unyielding light.

"Is that... all you have?"

He slowly raised his head, sweeping his lone eye across the void where the Emperors hid, his voice raspy, yet filled with undisguised... mockery.

"Fifty-plus... against one..."

"Truly... an eye-opening... spectacle."

Silence.

A deathly silence.

All the Emperors fell mute.

In their hearts, a storm raged, far more violent than when they had seen Qin Feng forge a King-level artifact with his bare hands!

A monster!

The word was no longer enough to describe their current state of mind!

This was an existence... that simply could not be killed!

Over fifty Emperors!

A coordinated ambush!

And yet... it had only left him severely wounded?!

What kind of terrifying physique was this?

What kind of indomitable vitality?!

"His [Limitless Body]..."

The Golden Emperor’s cold voice carried a note of gravity for the first time, "After fusing with the [Mourning Divine Metal], it has begun to evolve toward the realm of ‘Indestructibility’!"

"We cannot give him a moment to breathe!"

The Plunder Emperor’s chilling voice was filled with undisguised killing intent and... a sliver of fear he refused to admit even to himself, "His regenerative ability is too horrific! We must strike as one and annihilate him completely!"

"Kill!"

No more words were wasted!

Following the brief shock came a colder, more resolute intent to kill!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Over fifty figures ceased their concealment!

They emerged from their respective dimensions, all at once!

Golden deities, pitch-black demonic shadows, burning giants, and insectoid hives blotting out the sky...

Beings of such supreme stature that each could suppress an entire era in the outside world had, at this moment, shed all pretense to become the coldest of executioners.

From every direction, they surged once more toward that figure, already teetering on the brink of collapse.

An unprecedented, unparalleled, and utterly lopsided slaughter—the most tragic in history—had begun.

...

"Ha... Hahahaha..."

Facing the imperial pressure surging from all sides, a force sufficient to drive the very universe to despair, Qin Feng laughed.

The laughter was hoarse, yet filled with boundless madness and heroic spirit.

"Come!"

He let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

The cry was no longer meant to intimidate, but to wring the final drop of strength from the depths of his life essence.

Within his shattered frame, the last of his golden blood ignited in a sudden, roaring blaze.

Limitless Body, Primordial Furnace, Pure Black Soul!

Every trump card he possessed was unleashed now, without reservation.

Facing the first to reach him—a relatively weak, newly ascended Emperor from the Crystal Race—Qin Feng did not retreat; he advanced.

Dragging his broken body, he threw himself forward to meet the foe.

The long spear he once wielded had vanished in the earlier explosions.

His only weapon now was his own... body.

"Die!"

The Crystal Emperor, his form composed of billions of law-infused crystals, swung a massive blade of the same material. With power enough to cleave a universe asunder, he struck viciously at Qin Feng’s head.

Qin Feng neither dodged nor parried, meeting the imperial weapon head-on with his only remaining left hand.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

A flicker of disdain crossed the Crystal Emperor’s eyes.

Yet, in the next heartbeat, that disdain curdled into sheer, unadulterated horror.

Clang!

A sound of metal striking metal, loud enough to shatter countless galaxies, rang out.

Qin Feng’s left hand collided violently with the massive imperial blade.

The scene the enemy anticipated—Qin Feng’s arm being severed—did not occur.

Though his hand was mangled by the terrifying imperial force, his flesh pulped and bones splintered inch by inch, he had, in the end... forcibly caught the blade that could split the cosmos.

"You..."

The Crystal Emperor began to speak, but Qin Feng, his face smeared with gore, offered him a grin—savage and brilliant.

"My turn."

Before the words faded, he yanked his left hand, pulling the blade toward him.

An irresistible force surged, dragging the massive body of the Crystal Emperor directly into his reach.

Immediately, Qin Feng’s only remaining leg struck like a battle-axe, slamming into the chest of the Crystal Emperor, where countless law-crystals were fused.

Crack—

A crisp sound of shattering rang out.

Upon the supposedly eternal and indestructible imperial body, Qin Feng’s seemingly ordinary kick had forced a web of fractures to bloom.

"Roar!"

The Crystal Emperor let out a pained cry, desperate to retreat.

But it was too late.

Qin Feng clung to him like a maggot to bone, refusing to let go.

His head, his shoulders, his knees, his elbows...

Every part of his body had become a lethal weapon.

In an instant, he engaged the Crystal Emperor in the most primitive, blood-soaked... close-quarters combat.

Fist to flesh!

Blood and gore sprayed through the air!

Every strike sent shards of law-crystals and golden flesh exploding outward together.

In mere seconds!

Boom!

With a dull, thunderous impact, the high and mighty Crystal Emperor was, in the most brutal and unreasonable fashion, beaten to pieces by Qin Feng.

The sky filled with crystal fragments, falling like a brilliant meteor shower.

Qin Feng, in his broken state, had slain an Emperor.

Though it was but the weakest of the newly ascended, it remained a terrifying feat of arms that left the entire universe struck dumb.

Yet, the price he paid was immense.

His only remaining arm was twisted and deformed, jagged white bone piercing through flesh and exposed to the air.

His body was covered in countless new wounds, sliced open by the shards of law-crystals.

Before he could draw a single breath, the Golden Emperor, the Sky-Plundering Emperor, the Myriad Demon Emperor... the remaining fifty-plus Emperors had completely engulfed him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battle entered its most tragic stage.

Qin Feng had descended into total madness.

He abandoned all defense, all technique.

He treated his Limitless Body as a one-time forbidden weapon, meant to drag his enemies down into oblivion with him.

He traded wound for wound!

He traded life for life!

The Emperor of Ten Thousand Demons tore away one of his legs with a single claw, so he, in turn, used his teeth to savagely rip a massive chunk of flesh, brimming with primordial demonic essence, from the Emperor’s own body, before forcing it into the Primordial Furnace to be devoured and refined.

The divine light of the Heavenly Demon Emperor blinded his left eye, yet in that final moment before darkness took him, he condensed the last of his inner laws into a primitive bone spear and hurled it with such ferocity that it pierced a gaping hole through the Emperor’s wing.

He was a lone wolf driven to the brink, facing a pack of prehistoric beasts armed to the teeth.

Knowing death was certain, he was determined to use his sharpest fangs to carve wounds upon every one of those beasts—wounds they would never forget for all eternity.

This battle raged for an entire day.

By the day’s end, Qin Feng’s four limbs had been severed completely.

Only a shattered, charred torso remained of him.

Yet, he did not fall.

Enveloping that broken frame with his divine will, he struck at his enemies again and again, like a meteor in its final, desperate flight.

"Madman! A complete and utter lunatic!"

One of the Emperors roared in a mix of shock and fury.

They had never encountered an enemy so utterly devoid of fear for his own life.

They had never fought a battle so humiliating.

Over fifty Emperors, surrounding a newly ascended King, had failed to kill him instantly; instead, they were all left wounded by his suicidal tactics.

It was an absolute disgrace.

Seven days later, Qin Feng’s torso was pulverized into nothingness.

Only a fractured skull remained, shrouded in the phantom of the Primordial Furnace, dodging with agony through the endless barrage of Imperial laws.

His consciousness began to blur.

But the instinct to fight remained etched into the deepest recesses of his soul.

The battle continued for a month.

A month later, even Qin Feng’s skull was shattered.

Only a wisp of pitch-black, dimming soul-fire and half a mangled remnant of his body drifted stubbornly through the void.

Yet, he was still fighting.

He drove that flickering remnant to detonate the masterless King-laws nearby, turning them into brilliant fireworks to cause the slightest, most trivial trouble for those arrogant Emperors.

"Enough!"

The Golden Emperor let out a cold, thunderous shout.

He had completely run out of patience.

He could no longer tolerate this ant struggling before them for so long.

In his hand appeared a golden pagoda.

It was his life-bound Imperial weapon—the World-Suppressing Golden Tower.

"Everyone, lend me your strength; let us use the Imperial weapon to utterly extinguish his true spirit!"

"Agreed!"

All the Emperors answered in unison.

They poured their vast, oceanic Imperial laws, without ceasing, into the golden tower.

Hum—

The World-Suppressing Golden Tower erupted with radiance, instantly expanding to a height of billions of leagues, transforming into a supreme artifact capable of suppressing an entire universe.

At the base of the tower, a pitch-black vortex emerged, locking onto Qin Feng’s final wisp of soul and unleashing a power of suppression that was beyond all resistance.