High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 276 Halfway Through the Journey, Feng Zhiyu's Love, a Bloodstained Forbidden Land! His former junior is now a renowned figure in Xinghai.

Human territory, 1300th war zone, Holy Academy branch.

In stark contrast to the oppressive and somber atmosphere of the other races, the high-level meeting of the human race was filled with excitement and amazement.

The first thing to clarify is the structure of the Holy Temple.

The "Holy Academy" does not refer to a single academy or organization, but rather to an immense ruling system established by the human race on the vast battlefield of countless races.

The first half of the entire battlefield of myriad races is known as the "Holy Academy Sea," which consists of hundreds of millions of war zones, and the Holy Academy's sphere of influence covers this boundless "sea."

In each war zone, the human race established a branch of the Holy Temple.

These branches are not only cradles for nurturing geniuses, but also military strongholds guarding their respective territories, and symbols of human authority.

The core reason why the human race is able to exert such strong control over the "Holy Academy Sea" lies in the fact that each branch of the Holy Academy has a genuine "Emperor-level" supreme expert in charge!
Hundreds of millions of war zones mean hundreds of millions of emperors!
This is the unfathomable and terrifying foundation of the human race as one of the pinnacle races in the universe, enough to make all races tremble with fear.

Of course, the other top races did not sit idly by and wait for their doom.

For countless years, they have been infiltrating various war zones of the "Holy Academy Sea" and planting their own powerful figures.

Perhaps in a certain war zone, there also exists one or more alien beings at the Emperor level.

However, in the end, each of the myriad races fought its own battle.

They might unite briefly because of humanity, their common number one enemy, but more often than not, they are filled with competition, hatred, and scheming, making it impossible for them to form a truly solid alliance.

In contrast, the human race, under the unified command of the Holy Academy, obeys orders without question and is united in spirit.

With this ebb and flow, the human race's dominance in the "Holy Sea" became as stable as Mount Tai.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the "Royal Hall," the highest council hall of the Holy Temple branch of the 1300th War Zone, is exceptionally enthusiastic.

Hundreds of figures sat in the hall, each exuding an aura as vast as the abyss. They were the king-level powerhouses who were stationed in the 1300th war zone.

On the golden throne at the very top of the hall sat a figure shrouded in soft holy light, his face obscured. He was the guardian of this branch, the powerful Emperor-level expert.

"What a joy! What a joy!"

A fiery-tempered, muscular king slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, "That famous demon general, Setir, has combined necromancy with demon formations perfectly, making him extremely difficult to deal with."

Unexpectedly, that brat Qin Feng chased and beat us all by himself, forcing us to flee in a sorry state. He truly brings honor to our human race!

"It's more than just a matter of saving face."

Another refined-looking prince gently waved his feather fan and smiled, "After this battle, Qin Feng is already showing signs of becoming invincible below the level of a domain lord."

"Swallow the sky!"

The hot-tempered King Feng turned to look at a burly, resolute-faced middle-aged man sitting not far away, and said with envy, "You really have incredible luck. Where did you find such a heaven-defying disciple? Your Extreme Battle Group is so awesome. Every now and then, a freakish newcomer pops up."

At this moment, the Devouring King had an uncontrollable smile on his face, but he still waved his hand modestly: "Not at all, it's all because this kid is hardworking."

As the master, I wasn't much of a help.

Even so, the deep pride and arrogance in his eyes could not be concealed.

He was equally shocked; Qin Feng's growth rate had far exceeded his master's imagination.

"Stop being humble."

The refined-looking King laughed, "Who doesn't know that you spent a whole day arguing with many other Kings in the Extreme Battle Group over this disciple?"

The kings discussed among themselves, their words filled with admiration for Qin Feng and envy for the Devouring King.

After the excitement subsided, the atmosphere inside the hall gradually became serious.

A veteran king with white hair and beard, and a calm demeanor, spoke up: "Gentlemen, as we are happy, we must also see the enormous crisis hidden behind this battle."

Qin Feng's displayed potential is terrifying; the myriad races will never sit idly by and watch him grow so smoothly.

"good."

The refined-looking prince put away his feather fan and replied with a solemn expression, "The reward for that 'death difficulty' mission issued by the will of the universe is still unknown."

But the ultimate reward that the will of the universe can bestow upon 'death' is probably beyond our imagination.

My concern is that if the reward is truly so valuable that even Emperors and higher-level beings would be tempted... then the myriad races might actually break the agreement and recklessly send their Domain Lord-level experts into battle.

Upon hearing this, the hall of kings fell silent.

Domain owner.

That is another dimension of life that completely transcends the level of black holes.

A domain lord is a mobile cosmic calamity.

Between the human race and all other races, an agreement was reached for Qin Feng's mission of the cosmic will: domain lord-level powerhouses must not intervene.

An agreement is, in the end, just an agreement.

Faced with sufficiently large interests, any agreement may become a worthless piece of paper.

"We cannot place our hopes on all races."

The Devouring King said in a deep voice, his gaze firm, "During the mission, our human race's higher-ups cannot directly send people to help Qin Feng, not because of the agreement, but because it would be considered a violation of the will of the universe."

This is tantamount to making Qin Feng do a death-level mission for nothing.

"We can't intervene directly, but we can provide him with the greatest support within the limits of the rules."

The veteran king's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Since we can't send anyone to help, let's give him more resources so that he can become stronger!"

"I agree!"

The hot-tempered King Feng immediately responded, "What this kid needs most right now is probably top-tier resources to further develop the [Nine Spirits Origin Diagram]."

The more advanced the Nine Spirits King's secret technique becomes, the greater the energy consumption.

Although he has captured a great deal of spoils, they probably won't last long.

Just then, the refined-looking prince suddenly made a suggestion that invigorated everyone.

"Gentlemen, speaking of improving strength, I'm reminded of a place... Our human race's 'Crimson Forbidden Land,' it seems it hasn't been used for many years, has it?"

"The Crimson Forbidden Zone?"

Upon hearing this name, the powerful figures present, all of whom had been granted the title of King, displayed a complex expression on their faces. There was reminiscence, apprehension, but above all, excitement.

"Yes, it has not been opened for millions of years."

"The Crimson Forbidden Land is located right on Qin Feng's mission star map route, which is perfect."

The veteran king nodded slowly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Then let's turn it on!"

The refined and elegant prince said decisively, "'The Blood Forbidden Land' is extremely dangerous, with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, but the opportunities within are also incredibly great. Especially for a genius like Qin Feng, whose foundation is extremely solid and who is good at direct combat, it is simply a cultivation holy land tailor-made for him!"

As long as he can come out of there alive, his strength will definitely reach a new level!
Even if we were to face a domain lord at that time, there might still be a glimmer of hope!

"can!"

"I agree! Open the Crimson Forbidden Zone immediately!"

"That's it!"

The powerful figures who had been granted the title of King quickly reached a consensus.

As their discussions gradually subsided, everyone's gaze once again turned to the supreme throne, awaiting the final verdict.

The holy light surrounding the Emperor-level expert, who had remained silent all along, rippled slightly.

A gentle yet supremely majestic voice slowly rang out, echoing in every corner of the Hall of Kings.

"Yes, as you have said."

"Open the Crimson Forbidden Zone first. Once the news spreads, Qin Feng will definitely go in."

Feng Huang paused, and his gentle tone suddenly gained a chilling and domineering quality that could freeze time and space.

"At the same time, issue my order to activate the highest level of combat readiness. All domain lords, return to your positions. All frontline legions, enter a state of first-level combat readiness."

"Consider the movements of all races at all times."

"If any race dares to send a Domain Lord-level warrior into the battlefield..."

"Then, let's not hold back."

"Qin Feng, he must not die. Our human race has not produced such a brilliant and talented genius for many, many years."

These few simple words reveal the absolute hegemony of the human race, hidden beneath its gentle exterior, a hegemony that cannot be challenged.

To wage a full-scale war for a genius who has not yet come of age!
"Yes!"

Inside the Hall of Kings, dozens of powerful kings rose in unison and bowed in respect.

An undercurrent sweeping across the entire Holy Academy Sea has begun to surge wildly.

……

Space travel is tedious, lonely, and long.

Two hundred years is enough time in a mortal realm for several dynasties to rise and fall, and for the sea to turn into mulberry fields.

But for Qin Feng, who had already reached the level of a black hole, this was just a slightly longer period of seclusion and journey.

For two hundred years, he was like a solitary ascetic, piloting his spaceship along a pre-set star map route, silently traversing one desolate or prosperous galaxy after another.

Whenever the energy stored in his body is depleted by more than half, he will temporarily deviate from his course and seek out a star that is in its prime and full of energy. Like an ancient behemoth, he will open his body and devour all the immense energy contained within it within a few days, turning it into the foundation to support his next voyage.

This behavior of devouring stars is not uncommon in the universe, and many powerful extraterrestrial life forms live this way.

However, Qin Feng's absorption efficiency far surpasses that of his peers.

The perfected "Ten-Complete Hand" granted him almost limitless transformation and endurance. The violent energy torrents inside a star were nothing more than gentle streams within him, rapidly absorbed, compressed, and stored.

Two hundred years of solitary journey, two hundred years of cultivation. On days without battle, he immersed himself entirely in comprehending the [Nine Spirits Primordial Diagram].

This secret art, originating from the supreme heritage of the Machine Race, is profound and extensive. Each advancement in spiritual realm is like completing a leap in the essence of life.

However, the threshold from the third spirit to the fourth spirit is far higher than the previous two combined.

Even with his terrifying deductive abilities granted by his "mechanical twin" talent, and his tireless efforts to comprehend the truth day and night, two hundred years have passed, and the progress bar still seems incredibly slow, with the opportunity to break through still a long way off.

He was not in a hurry.

The path to martial arts is not something that can be achieved overnight.

The exhilarating battle at Chiyu Pass gave him a clear understanding of his current strength—unbeatable below the level of a Domain Lord. With triple amplification and the ultimate burst of power at 45 times the speed of light, he was no longer afraid of any opponent.

But this does not mean he can rest easy.

That battle also exposed his weakness of having only one method. Once he was targeted by a powerful opponent of the same level who was proficient in formations, spatial manipulation, or strange secret techniques, his advantage would be greatly reduced.

Setiel's cunning escape serves as a warning.

"One hundred space teleportation attempts remaining..."

Qin Feng's gaze remained calm.

This is the only thing he has consistently done for the past two hundred years, apart from cultivating his spiritual practice and replenishing his energy.

He receives one valuable personal space teleportation opportunity each year.

Of course, Qin Feng also used up some teleportation attempts, and now he only has one hundred attempts left.

Now that he has reached the midpoint of the star map route, he needs a safe and resource-rich place to land for a long period of rest.

His gaze fell on the most dazzling point of light at the very center of the star map.

【Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom】.

This is a behemoth among the hundreds of neighboring cosmic nations.

Unlike the Crimson Feather Universe Kingdom, which is only ruled by a Limit Domain Lord, the ruler of the Heavenly Profound Ancient Kingdom is a genuine Marquis-level expert.

This means that even on the vast battlefield of myriad races, this ruler holds a pivotal position and wields considerable influence.

Even more interesting are the rumors surrounding this ruler of Tianxuan Kingdom.

He was not human, but rather a member of the Feathered Race, one of the most powerful races in the universe, and of noble blood, a direct descendant of a certain "Emperor" of the Feathered Race.

However, he was a staunch advocate of the concept of "universal harmony," promoting the rejection of racial prejudices and the pursuit of equality and coexistence among all intelligent life.

This kind of thinking, which was considered "heretical" by the major elite races, made him an outcast by the conservative high-ranking officials of the Feather Clan Empire. He was eventually semi-exiled and sent to this star sea far from the core territory of the Feather Clan, where he established the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom.

Over millions of years, the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom, under his rule, not only did not decline, but also attracted countless beings from different races and civilizations to settle and trade due to its open and inclusive policies, ultimately forming the incredibly prosperous and splendid scene it is today.

This place is a paradise for adventurers, a haven for merchants, and a refuge for many exiles who cannot find a foothold in their homeland.

Qin Feng chose this place for three reasons.

Firstly, the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom was well-ordered, and its ruler, being a powerful marquis, was capable of suppressing all petty villains.

Here, even the myriad races that were hunting him down dared not act too recklessly, and were able to provide him with a relatively safe environment.

Secondly, this place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, a melting pot of all races, and a hub of information flow, making it an excellent place to gather intelligence and seek opportunities.

He needs to find opportunities and resources for the further cultivation of the [Nine Spirits Primordial Diagram].

Thirdly, and most importantly, he needs to stay here long enough to accumulate all the remaining teleportation attempts.

Once the teleportation points are gathered, he can activate it and, at a speed far exceeding conventional tracking methods, traverse the perilous second half of the journey in one go, arriving at the final checkpoint.

Without pausing, Qin Feng transformed into an elusive streak of light, cruising at thirty times the speed of light, heading straight towards the capital city, "Tianxuan Ancient City."

The starports and inhabited planets along the way, though bustling and prosperous, failed to attract much of his attention.

His target was the core of this ancient country, the place where resources and information were most concentrated.

At the same time, his spiritual power, which had long been tempered to a golden-red color, spread out quietly in all directions from him like an invisible tide.

This was not a reckless scan, but an extremely restrained exploration. He controlled his mental energy to a thread-like degree, skillfully avoiding areas where powerful beings might exist, and only searching for possible opportunities in those desolate, seemingly unclaimed cosmic spaces.

His golden-red spiritual qualities endowed him with extraordinary perception and stealth abilities.

Most black hole-level beings are unable to detect his silent, gentle probing.

One day, two days...

Half a month later, Qin Feng had already penetrated deep into the heart of the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom.

Along the way, he witnessed countless strange races and magnificent starry sky wonders, and also sensed several hidden yet powerful auras, including some at the level of extreme black holes.

However, he has always maintained a low profile and has never had any dealings with any forces.

On that very day, as his mental energy swept across a fragmented meteorite belt, he suddenly detected an unusual energy fluctuation.

It was a structure hidden inside a massive meteorite fragment, its exterior covered with an optical coating capable of absorbing most detection waves, almost blending into the cold, dark backdrop of space. Had his mental strength not been far superior to the norm, he would have almost completely overlooked it.

"Some kind of secret base?"

Qin Feng's heart stirred slightly. He concealed all his aura and approached quietly, like an inconspicuous speck of cosmic dust.

His mental energy, like the most precise probe, silently penetrated the building's defensive barrier.

The barrier's energy level was not low, enough to withstand the probing of ordinary black hole-level powerhouses, but in front of his golden-red spiritual power, it was as thin as paper and was easily penetrated without causing a ripple.

Mental energy swept rapidly through the building, imprinting all the information about the base's structure, personnel distribution, and energy core into his mind.

This is an ancient building called "Cangyanlou". On the surface, it is an intelligence trafficking organization, but in reality, it also secretly takes on some shady assassination missions. In this area of ​​Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom, it is considered a considerable underground force.

There are seven or eight black hole-level beings residing in the building. The one with the highest cultivation is the master of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion, a powerful black hole.

This level of strength is now insignificant in Qin Feng's eyes.

He intended to leave there and not want to cause any further trouble.

However, just as his mental energy was about to withdraw, he "saw" a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

It was in a secret room on the first basement floor of the ancient building, where a young man with a haggard face and numb eyes was.

He was dressed in a uniform gray robe and stood with dozens of other galaxy-level beings, like a soulless puppet.

"Feng Zhiyu... senior?"

Qin Feng's mental energy condensed slightly, and a hint of surprise arose in his heart.

Although the face was deeply marked by time and hardship, Qin Feng would never mistake its features.

It was Feng Zhiyu, a senior from the "Fearless Battle Group" at Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

Qin Feng recalled that after he made a name for himself in the team battle competition, this senior student had privately given him a considerable amount of resources.

That wasn't a public account for the battle group, but rather Feng Zhiyu's personal assistance, devoid of any ulterior motives, purely out of appreciation and support for the younger generation.

Qin Feng kept this kindness in his heart.

However, Feng Zhiyu is currently in very poor condition.

His cultivation level has stagnated at the initial star system level, which is obviously very abnormal for a former prodigy.

What made Qin Feng's heart sink even more was that he sensed an extremely vicious spiritual imprint on Feng Zhiyu's spiritual origin.

The brand was like a malignant tumor, deeply rooted in his soul. The other end of the brand was connected to a black hole-level being wearing a bronze mask in front of the secret chamber.

That was the Seventh Elder of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion.

Clearly, Senior Feng Zhiyu had been controlled by this person using secret techniques and had become a slave.

Qin Feng's eyes instantly turned cold.

He withdrew his spiritual power, and his figure slowly dissipated in the void. The next moment, he appeared outside the thin defensive barrier of the Hidden Smoke Tower.

returning a Favour many times more.

Now that he'd encountered this situation, he couldn't ignore it.

……

Hidden Smoke Tower, a secret underground chamber.

The cold and oppressive air, heavy as a physical substance, pressed down on the hearts of every prisoner.

Feng Zhiyu stood expressionless, staring blankly at the figure wearing a bronze mask in front of him.

His body could still move, and his mind could still function, but the mark deep in his soul called "Soul Guide" was like an invisible shackle, preventing him from having any thought of resistance.

Any thought that goes against the Seventh Elder's will will bring excruciating pain as if the soul is being torn apart.

He couldn't remember how long he had been trapped there.

Perhaps it will be a hundred years, perhaps two hundred years, or perhaps a thousand years?

Time loses its meaning here; all that remains is the numbness and despair of day after day.

His life shouldn't have been like this.

He was once a prodigy.

He advanced triumphantly all the way and finally achieved an excellent result of 92nd place in the Cosmic Genius Battle, thus qualifying to go to the Battle of Myriad Races.

He chose Thunder Cosmic City as the first stop on his journey, filled with ambition to make a name for himself in the stars.

There, he underwent rigorous training and his skills steadily improved.

Until he met the winged woman, Yuexi, whom he could never forget during his travels.

She is the youngest daughter of the King of Tianxuan Kingdom. She is kind, innocent, and without a trace of royal arrogance.

They fell in love.

However, the vast differences in their social status and racial barriers have become insurmountable obstacles between them.

Although the King of Tianxuan Kingdom advocated the unity of all races, he was deeply conflicted and troubled when faced with his daughter's marriage, especially since the other party was a prodigy of the human race.

The human race is universally recognized as the number one enemy of all races.

If he were to accept a human prodigy whose foundation is the Eternal Singularity as his son-in-law, it would be tantamount to placing the entire Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom in the eye of the storm.

The Feathered Clan Empire would never tolerate such a thing happening.

In the vortex of politics, personal emotions seem so insignificant.

Finally, after Yuexi's desperate pleas, the King of Tianxuan Kingdom relented and gave Feng Zhiyu an almost impossible test—to single-handedly destroy the Cangyanlou, a malignant tumor that had been entrenched in the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom for many years.

If successful, he would acknowledge Feng Zhiyu's identity.

Young and impetuous, Feng Zhiyu accepted the task without hesitation for the sake of love.

He believed that with his talent and strength, as long as he planned carefully and his strength was raised to the level of a black hole, he would have a chance of success.

But he ultimately underestimated the treacherous and deeply entrenched nature of the underground forces.

While he was still cautiously gathering intelligence on the periphery, his whereabouts were exposed, and he fell into the trap set by the Hidden Smoke Tower.

He was utterly powerless against the attack of a black hole-level expert.

What awaited him was not death, but torment far worse than death.

The Seventh Elder of Cangyanlou, recognizing his potential as the [Eternal Singularity], was reluctant to kill him. Instead, he paid a heavy price to plant the "Soul Guide" mark deep within his soul, turning him into a puppet controlled by others.

The once-proud prodigy has now become a prisoner, a tool in the hands of an assassin organization.

His ambition, his love, everything about him vanished the moment the brand was planted on him.

By now, Feng Zhiyu has lost count of how many innocent people he has been forced to kill.

"Everyone, perk up!"

The Seventh Elder's cold, hoarse voice echoed in the secret room, jolting Feng Zhiyu awake from his painful memories.

With a wave of his hand, the Seventh Elder conjured dozens of light screens that appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

Each light screen displays a portrait of a living being, accompanied by extremely detailed information.

"This is the latest bounty list, as well as intelligence wanted notices from several neighboring space nations."

The Seventh Elder's voice was devoid of any emotion, "Your task is to memorize these faces and all their characteristics! When you are on a mission, report immediately if you spot a target."

He paused, his tone turning exceptionally chilling: "Remember, you can handle galaxy-level entities according to your strength and rating authority. But anything involving black hole-level entities is strictly prohibited from unauthorized action! Your task is simply to record the location and time of their appearances and then report back to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Dozens of "slaves," including Feng Zhiyu, responded in unison, their voices numb yet uniform.

The Seventh Elder nodded in satisfaction and pointed to one of the largest light screens, which was placed at the very top of all the lists and was particularly eye-catching.

"Especially this one!"

His voice suddenly rose, tinged with an undisguised greed and fanaticism, "This Qin Feng is the most important of all the targets! Third on the Hidden Dragon List, a fat sheep on the Myriad Races Kill List! Any trace of him is of unparalleled value!"

Feng Zhiyu subconsciously raised his head, his gaze falling on the light screen.

With just one glance, his entire body, and even his soul, seemed to be struck by lightning, instantly freezing.

On the screen of light was a young man wearing a blue and gold streamlined power armor.

He stood silently amidst the devastation of the void battlefield, a pair of enormous and magnificent crimson-gold wings slowly unfurling behind him, blotting out the sky.

In his hand, he tightly gripped a strangely shaped, dark gold spear, the tip of which seemed to still bear traces of divine blood that had not yet dried.

Around him were countless mangled corpses belonging to black hole-level powerhouses, as well as fragments of secret treasures floating in the sky.

The scene resembled a painting depicting the end of the world, filled with bloodshed and tyranny.

And that young man is the sole master in this painting.

Although that face was much more mature than he remembered, having shed all its youthful naiveté and leaving only a cold and dignified air as if carved by a knife and axe, Feng Zhiyu still recognized him at a glance.

Qin Feng!

That junior who had once received a tiny bit of help from him in Canaan!

His pupils contracted sharply, and his mind went blank.

The introductory text below the light screen was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely imprinted into his eyes.

[Qin Feng, ranked third on the Hidden Dragon List, is nicknamed 'The Fierce God'.]

[Core Features: Golden-red spiritual power, Heavenly Evolution Weapon, Secret Technique "Inch of Light", Secret Treasure "Crimson Gold Wings"]

[This bounty is jointly issued by seventy-two of the universe's most powerful races, including the Demon Race, the Mechanical Race, the Stone Race, and the Crystal Race.]

[Mission prompt: This person's combat power far exceeds the realm. He once defeated a coalition of seven ultimate black holes and hundreds of black hole-level powerhouses in the Crimson Feather Universe Kingdom with just one person and one gun.]

His strength is unfathomable, and he is suspected to possess the combat power of the 'number one person below the domain lord'.

Once it is discovered within the territory of the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom, immediately report it to the higher-ups of the Cangyan Tower. Upon confirmation, a reward of 10 billion Tianxuan coins will be given!

Feng Zhiyu stared blankly at the lines of shocking text, feeling as if his worldview was being completely overturned.

Third on the Hidden Dragon List...

Evil spirit...

One man breaks through the army...

The number one person below the Domain Lord...

These words, which sound like something out of a myth or legend, are actually connected to the junior he remembers?
How long has it been since?

During the hundreds of years he was imprisoned here in darkness, what earth-shattering changes occurred in the outside world?
Has that junior who once needed his guidance actually grown to the point where he needs the combined bounty of the top races in the entire universe, and can even kill a black hole powerhouse head-on?
The immense shock caused him to momentarily lose his composure.

He thought of his days in Canaan, of the Dreadnought Chapter, and of that young man who had made a name for himself in the Chapter Tournament, yet remained calm and reserved.

Things have changed, and people are no longer the same; it has come to this!
Snapped--!
A sharp crack of the whip, accompanied by a sharp pain from the depths of his soul, abruptly pulled Feng Zhiyu back from his daze.

A long whip of energy, formed from spiritual power, lashed fiercely at the very source of his soul.

The pain was far worse than any physical torture, causing him to tremble violently, break out in a cold sweat, and nearly collapse to his knees.

"Useless trash! How dare you be distracted in front of me?"

The Seventh Elder retracted his whip and rebuked in an icy tone, "Have you been living a life of ease for too long and forgotten the taste of 'Soul Guidance'?"

Feng Zhiyu gritted his teeth, swallowing back the scream that was about to escape his throat, suppressing the trembling in his soul, and lowered his head.

"I need to memorize this guy's appearance and the characteristics of every piece of equipment he carries into his very bones!"

The Seventh Elder's gaze swept over all the slaves present, his voice filled with arrogance and greed.

He pointed at Qin Feng on the light screen and let out a smug sneer: "Hmph! What 'fierce god'? What 'number one person below the domain lord'? It's just a gimmick that the human race has been boasting about!"

No matter how strong he is, he's just a junior who's just entered the Black Hole level. If he dares to come to the Heavenly Profound Ancient Kingdom, if he falls into the inescapable net laid by my Hidden Smoke Pavilion, I will personally take his head and exchange it for boundless wealth!

"Once I use his bounty to reach the limit of black hole cultivation, the status of you slaves will naturally rise as well."

"Remember this carefully, this is your chance to rise to the top!"

The Seventh Elder's voice echoed in the secret room, full of seduction and empty promises.

However, Feng Zhiyu kept his head down, feeling not hope, but endless sorrow and mockery.

Should I kill him myself?
How dare an ordinary black hole, which is not even a limit black hole, utter such arrogant words as to hunt down a peerless ferocious god who can defeat the seven-strong alliance of limit black holes head-on?
How ignorant! How laughable!
Just as the Seventh Elder was basking in the glory of his beautiful vision, a cold, emotionless voice suddenly rang out in the secret chamber.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every living being, as if it exploded directly in the depths of their souls.

Are you going to kill me?

The sudden sound plunged the entire secret room into a deathly silence.

The smug smile on the Seventh Elder's face suddenly froze, and the hairs on his body stood on end in an instant. The energy in his entire body instantly boiled, and a powerful black hole-level pressure suddenly erupted.

"Who?!"

He roared, a hint of barely perceptible panic in his voice, "You charlatans! Get out here!"

At the same time, his immense spiritual power surged forth like a burst dam, sweeping wildly in all directions in an attempt to find the source of the sound.

However, his mental energy swept through the entire secret room and the entire smoke tower, but he found nothing.

The voice seemed to appear out of nowhere, leaving no trace.

Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, the voice rang out again, this time very close.

"Hello, I am Qin Feng."

The Seventh Elder's eyes widened suddenly.

He was horrified to discover that directly in front of him, in the open space between him and Feng Zhiyu and the other slaves, a figure had silently appeared and was now hovering there.

The man was dressed in blue and gold power armor, with a pair of crimson-gold wings quietly folded behind him. He held no spear and simply stood with his hands behind his back.

His face was stern, and his eyes were as calm as a pool of ice that had never melted, as he gazed at him indifferently.

That face was exactly the same as Qin Feng, the "fierce god" he regarded as both prey and stepping stone, on the screen!
"Qin...Qin Feng?!"

The Seventh Elder shuddered.

He was just showing off to the slaves. Now, in the 1300 star sector, and even in all the black hole-level beings on the battlefield of ten thousand races, who doesn't know that the fierce god Qin Feng is an invincible existence below the domain lord?

(End of this chapter)