High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 277 Violent Breakthrough! The Ferocious God Qin Feng! He annihilates the Hidden Smoke Pavilion with a flick of his wrist, shocking Feng Zhiyu!
The icy voice seemed not to be transmitted through the vibration of the air and eardrums, but rather it resounded directly in the depths of the soul of every living being, carrying an innate and unquestionable majesty.

Inside the Hidden Smoke Tower, whether it was the enslaved star system-level beings or the cultivators responsible for daily operations, everyone felt a tremor originating from their life instincts at that moment.

The air seemed to freeze.

The Seventh Elder of Cangyanlou, who had just been arrogant and domineering, holding the Soul Whip and talking about personally killing the "Fierce God" Qin Feng to claim the reward, froze completely.

His mental energy surged forth like a burst dam, attempting to pinpoint the source of the sound and build layers upon layers of mental barriers to protect himself.

This is an instinctive reaction honed through countless years of immersion in the world of assassins: prioritize self-preservation before seeking out the enemy.

However, his spiritual power vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea, just three feet away from his body. There was no collision, no confrontation; it was simply a pure and complete dissolution.

It was as if what he released was not the mental power of a black hole-level expert, but a handful of snowflakes thrown into lava.

An extreme chill instantly shot from his tailbone to the top of his head.

"Are you... going to kill me?"

That cold voice rang out again, and this time, the Seventh Elder heard it clearly; the source of the voice was the person in front of him.

A sense of absurd fear overwhelmed him.

He couldn't understand why his target would appear before him in this way, at this time.

This makes no sense and is not supported by any intelligence.

Within the territory of the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom, there should be countless spies from all races. How could Qin Feng's whereabouts have escaped everyone's notice, allowing him to appear silently at the core of his assassin organization's headquarters?
But at this moment, thinking about these things is meaningless.

"Hello, I am Qin Feng."

Qin Feng's lips curled into a slight smile, a smile that looked gentle, yet made the Seventh Elder feel as if his soul was about to freeze.

"Weren't you going to kill me? Why don't you recognize me?"

These words, like a heavy hammer filled with endless mockery, slammed into the Seventh Elder's heart.

His pupils instantly contracted to their maximum size, shrinking to an almost invisible pinpoint.

Fear overwhelmed everything.

It overwhelmed his dignity as a black hole-level powerhouse, overwhelmed his greed for the bounty, and overwhelmed all his luck and confusion.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

escape!
Without any hesitation, without any probing attacks.

The instant he confirmed the other party's identity, this black hole-level assassin, who had survived on the edge of a knife for tens of thousands of years, made a decision that best suited his survival instincts.

His body became illusory in an instant, the black hole power within him circulated wildly, and the space around him began to twist and fold violently.

He even went so far as to burn a portion of his own life essence in order to activate a short-distance spatial jump in the shortest possible time.

This was his trump card for survival, a secret technique he held dear, but it came at a great cost. However, as long as he could survive, it was all worth it.

However, just as his figure was about to completely merge into the spatial ripples, Qin Feng moved.

There was no earth-shattering energy eruption, nor any terrifying pressure capable of destroying the world.

Qin Feng simply raised his right hand slowly, his fingers forming a sword shape, and gently pointed at the distorted space.

One style "Cun Mang".

A faint golden ray, almost invisible to the naked eye, burst forth from his fingertips.

The light appeared so abruptly, yet so naturally.

It's as if it wasn't "shot" out, but rather existed from the very beginning in every corner of space and in every fleeting moment of time.

It was activated when Qin Feng made his thought.

"So fast--"

This was the last thought that flashed through the mind of the Seventh Elder of Cangyanlou before his demise.

This "fast" has completely exceeded his understanding of speed.

It was as if, the moment he had the thought of "escaping," the outcome of "death" was already predetermined.

The golden ray ignored the folding space, the brilliance of all the defensive treasures emanating from his body, and the energy shield formed by his burning essence.

It passed through his twisted brow with perfect precision.

puff.

A sound so faint it was almost inaudible.

The Seventh Elder's figure, which was about to vanish into nothingness, suddenly froze. All the energy fluctuations subsided instantly, and the distorted space returned to its original state.

The extreme fear in his eyes had not yet dissipated, but it had already solidified, replaced by a deathly, eternal blankness.

A fine crack appeared on his body, starting from between his eyebrows, and quickly spread throughout his entire body.

Immediately, his entire black hole-level powerful physical body, along with his inner soul and the black hole's origin, silently transformed into the smallest particles in the universe, completely annihilated and vanished into nothingness.

With a casual wave of his hand, Qin Feng sent a gentle burst of spiritual energy over, collecting the spatial ring left behind by the Seventh Elder after his fall, as well as several fragments of secret treasures that had not yet completely crumbled.

The entire process, from Qin Feng's appearance to the Seventh Elder's complete annihilation, took only a few breaths.

The minds of those enslaved galaxy-level beings, including Feng Zhiyu, went completely blank.

They didn't even fully understand what had happened; they only saw the Seventh Elder, who held the power of life and death over them, abruptly and cleanly disappear after saying a few words.

Dead silence.

The silence lasted for about a second.

Then, as if a long-delayed chain reaction had finally been triggered.

hum - hum - hum -

The piercing, sharp alarm sounded like a storm sweeping through every inch of the opium den.

Countless blood-red runes flashed wildly on the walls, the ground, and the dome, and powerful energy fluctuations were activated from the depths of the ancient building, instantly raising the entire base camp's defense system to its highest level.

"A powerful enemy is invading!"

"Who dares to be so bold as to trespass into my Hidden Tobacco Tower?!"

"court death!"

Accompanied by a series of shouts filled with shock and anger, several powerful auras soared into the sky from all directions of the ancient building.

Each aura represents a genuine black hole-level being.

Their spiritual power intertwined like a raging tide, crashing down upon the scene of the incident.

Among them, one aura was particularly terrifying, its pressure as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea, far surpassing the other black hole level beings. It was clearly a supreme powerhouse at the ultimate black hole level!
"You've gone far too far!"

A majestic and cold voice boomed in everyone's ears like thunder.

Before he finished speaking, a figure appeared out of thin air a hundred feet in front of Qin Feng.

The newcomer was tall and wore dark armor. His face was covered by a hideous bronze mask, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a chilling light.

On the top of his head grew a pair of prominent, spiraling black horns, revealing his identity as a demon.

He was the owner of this Hidden Smoke Tower.

Upon his appearance, the Lord of Cangyan Tower displayed a caution and experience befitting a top-tier expert, completely different from that of the Seventh Elder.

He did not underestimate his opponent in the slightest. The moment he appeared, several mid-level black hole treasures radiating terrifying energy surrounded him.

An ancient shield, a floating sword, and a string of swirling prayer beads each occupy their respective positions, forming a treasure array that combines offense and defense.

At the same time, he made a hand seal, and the blood-red runes on the ground and walls of the entire Hidden Smoke Tower headquarters shone brightly.

An invisible yet powerful force began to circulate, and a faint, watery mist filled the air.

He activated a protective array that had been in operation for hundreds of thousands of years without hesitation.

He knew all too well that his business had made him countless enemies and foes everywhere. This great formation was both his bulwark and his last escape route.

Having done all this, his mental energy, like an invisible tentacle, cautiously reached out to the mysterious enemy who dared to act on his territory and instantly kill his capable subordinate.

When his spiritual power clearly "saw" Qin Feng's face, his eyes, which were originally cold and wary hidden under the ghost mask, suddenly froze.

Immediately afterward, an incredulous astonishment quickly transformed into a frenzied, almost boiling joy.

"Qin Feng?!"

The voice of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master was filled with barely suppressed surprise and greed.

He recognized him!
This uninvited guest was none other than Qin Feng, the "fierce god" who was causing a great stir on the entire battlefield of ten thousand races and had a huge bounty placed on him by countless top races!
He originally thought that the mission of killing Qin Feng was a "feast" that only the geniuses on the Hidden Dragon List and the elites of the direct lineages of various clans were qualified to compete for. He thought that his assassin organization, which operated in the gray area, could only provide some intelligence and earn some hard-earned money.

But he never expected that this incredible opportunity would come to him on its own!

"Qin Feng, I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to my doorstep!"

"Haha...hahahaha—"

Suppressed, hoarse laughter emanated from the throat of the Tibetan-Smoke Tower Master, growing louder and louder until it finally turned into a maniacal laugh that resounded throughout the entire ancient tower.

The laughter was filled with a sense of certainty.

"Once you enter my Misty Rain Formation, your life and death will no longer be in your own hands! As long as I kill you and take your head, why would I bother with murder and robbery? I can simply return to the demon race. With this immense merit, the rewards I receive will be enough to allow me to break through to the Domain Lord realm in no time!"

In the eyes of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master, the flames of greed burned fiercely.

He certainly knew how brilliant Qin Feng's achievements were; even the army led by the famous demon general Setir was defeated by him alone.

However, that was in the vast emptiness of space! Qin Feng relied solely on his abnormal physical body and mental strength.

And this is his home turf!
It was the "Misty Rain Array" that he had painstakingly arranged over hundreds of thousands of years!
Within this grand formation, space is isolated, speed is suppressed, spirit is corrupted, and energy is assimilated.

No matter how fast you are or how strong you are, once you are trapped in this formation, it's like a tiger falling into a swamp. You'll be lucky if you can unleash 30% of your full strength.

The master of Cangyan Tower had absolute confidence in his great formation.

He didn't waste any more words, because he knew that when facing a monster like Qin Feng, any delay could lead to unforeseen changes.

His figure flashed backward, and he disappeared into the slowly rising mist and rain like a ghost.

In an instant, the grand formation was fully activated.

What was originally a faint wisp of smoke has now become incredibly thick, obscuring all sight and mental perception.

Cold raindrops began to fall from the void, each drop a strange gray-black color, seemingly containing countless tiny, shrieking runes.

A heavy rain and mist descended, everywhere filled with smoke created by array formations that could block all detection, and everywhere with torrential rain that could corrode everything.

This misty rain is no ordinary thing.

These are the core formations that the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master collected from thousands of rare poisons of the universe, combined with the resentment secrets of the Undead Clan, and used the array runes of the Demon Clan as the framework to refine.

Once exposed to this misty rain, both mental and physical strength will be severely corroded, with effects several times more insidious and domineering than the poisonous mist of Lei Xiang Mountain that Qin Feng had encountered before.

Qin Feng stood quietly in the misty rain, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Good formation!"

He gave a heartfelt exclamation of praise.

Since the Battle of Chiyu Pass, he had repeatedly mentally rehearsed how he should deal with powerful formations, especially those that specifically target or weaken his speed and physical strength.

I never expected to experience it firsthand so soon.

Moreover, this is a killing formation meticulously crafted by a powerhouse at the ultimate black hole level over a long period of time.

The golden-red spiritual energy spread out like a tide, but as soon as it left the body, it was quickly eroded and assimilated by the omnipresent mist and rain.

The rate at which mental energy is consumed is more than a hundred times faster than under normal external conditions.

Meanwhile, the gray-black raindrops fell on the "Extreme" power armor, making a "sizzling" sound, and the surface psionic shield of the power armor was being weakened at a visible rate.

Despite the extraordinary material of the power armor, which would not be damaged in a short time, Qin Feng could clearly feel streams of cold and vicious energy trying to penetrate his body through the gaps in the armor.

His body, the powerful physique tempered by the Eternal Singularity, also felt a slight numbness and weakness.

"My mental energy is being depleted very quickly, and my physical body is also beginning to weaken."

Qin Feng calmly analyzed his own situation.

"At this rate, if I am trapped in the formation for ten thousand years without any replenishment, my spiritual power will be exhausted, my physical body will be corroded to the point of being completely refined by this formation, turning into a puddle of pus, and I will die completely."

This is the most terrifying aspect of this grand formation: it doesn't aim for instant kills, but rather slowly drags the enemy into the abyss of death through continuous weakening and attrition.

For any person trapped, this is a form of torture that can drive them to despair.

"but……"

A glint of light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. "The flaws are also obvious. In pursuit of the ultimate corrosion and restriction effects, the overall structural defense capabilities of this great formation are relatively weak."

At the very least, it seems rather weak to me.

Therefore, there is a possibility of forcibly breaking through the formation.

Although his spiritual power was greatly suppressed, its quality was still golden-red, far surpassing his peers.

Even amidst the dense mist and rain, he could still painstakingly perceive the weak points in the flow of energy that constituted this great formation.

He "saw" the secret treasures that served as the foundation of the formation, and the array patterns that were densely packed like a spider web, formed from mysterious runes.

He had no idea about the principles behind these formations.

However, he doesn't need to understand.

With his extraordinary spiritual perception, he could clearly determine which threads on this huge "spider web" were the main trunks, incredibly strong, and which nodes were relatively fragile.

Meanwhile, those relatively fragile nodes are now emanating the aura of black hole-level beings.

It was the remaining elders of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion who were in charge of the operation of the formation in their respective positions.

found it!
A cold smile once again curled at the corners of Qin Feng's lips.

He chose a location that was closest to him and where the energy fluctuations were relatively weakest.

The next moment, he moved.

"kill--"

A loud shout, like thunder from the heavens, resounded through this silent, misty world!

The sound contained Qin Feng's domineering golden-red spiritual power, which instantly dispersed the mist and rain within a radius of several miles, creating a brief vacuum zone.

Immediately afterwards, his "Limit" power armor erupted with unprecedented brilliance, and the power of the three spirit realms of the [Nine Spirits Origin Diagram] was pushed to its limit!
Forty times the speed of light!
boom!
Qin Feng's figure vanished instantly, transforming into a golden streak of light that tore through the heavens and earth.

Wherever he went, whether it was corrosive smoke or poisonous raindrops, they were all instantly evaporated and annihilated by the terrifying energy and high temperature emanating from his body.

Within this grand formation centered on "restriction," he forcefully broke through a straight passage with his unreasonable and absolute power!

The Black Hole-level elder in charge of the formation in that area was concentrating intently on channeling spiritual energy to maintain its operation.

He suddenly felt a terrifying killing intent that froze his soul and locked onto him.

He looked up in utter horror, only to see a golden light rapidly magnifying in his field of vision.

"what--"

A piercing scream was abruptly cut short.

Where a glimmer of light passes, all things vanish into nothingness.

The elder, along with the array's core treasure beneath his feet, was pierced and shattered by Qin Feng's spear, completely reduced to nothingness.

With the collapse of this array node, the operation of the entire Misty Rain Array suddenly stopped, and the concentration of the misty rain shrouding the space visibly thinned out.

"First."

Qin Feng's figure appeared in the distance, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

Then, he did the same thing.

The ultimate breakthrough at forty times the speed of light, the perfected "Inch of Light" killing move, under the terrifying triple amplification of the [Eternal Singularity], [Twin Masks], and the three spirits [Nine Spirits Origin Diagram], transformed into the most unsolvable killing machine in the world.

"the second!"

Another scream rang out, and yet another key point of the formation was violently destroyed.

"The third!"

The tremors of the misty rain formation intensified, and large swaths of smoke began to dissipate, revealing the original architectural structure inside the ancient building.

"No! Help me, OP!"

"This is a monster! How could he possibly unleash such speed in this environment!"

The remaining elders were completely thrown into panic.

Their prized formation, far from trapping the enemy, became a cage that separated them, preventing them from supporting each other.

Qin Feng moved through the crowd as if he were in an empty field, calling out names one by one and hunting them down one by one.

As these elders fell, the galaxy-level beings who had been branded with slavery felt the shackles deep within their souls quietly shatter. A long-lost feeling called "freedom" returned to them.

Deep within the array, in a core control room.

"Damn it, monster!"

As the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master watched the images fed back from the array's central hub, each flash of that golden light represented the fall of one of his capable subordinates, and the destruction, inch by inch, of the array's foundation, the culmination of tens of thousands of years of painstaking effort.

He finally couldn't hold back and let out a curse that was a mixture of shock, anger, and fear.

He had seen countless brilliant array masters.

Those people broke through the formation by relying on their unparalleled wisdom and deductive reasoning abilities.

Those masters would often simply stand quietly in the formation, observe for a long time, and then casually tap a tiny, seemingly unrelated point of energy convergence.

That one point was like toppling the first domino.

The destruction of a tiny aggregate of spiritual energy triggered a chain reaction of collapses in billions of force fields, shattering billions of runes, which in turn caused the structural collapse of the entire array.

Finally, the entire seemingly impregnable formation will crumble like dominoes with a soft thud.

If he were to encounter someone with extraordinary talent, even if the Master of Hidden Smoke lost, he would still feel a sense of admiration and sigh, "My skills are inferior to theirs."

But now, looking at Qin Feng's method of breaking the formation, he felt no admiration whatsoever, only a sense of absurdity that his worldview had been overturned and endless frustration.

This guy doesn't understand formations at all!

He couldn't even be bothered to understand the principles behind the formation.

He relied on his ridiculously hard body and his absurdly high-quality mental strength to forcibly destroy each array node with the purest, most primitive, and most savage "force".

It's like a cunning chess player who sets up an ingenious and intricate trap, only to have their opponent completely disregard the rules, flip the chessboard, and then crush them with it.

Unreasonable!

Totally unreasonable!

"No wonder...no wonder all races call this guy a 'fierce god'!"

The owner of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion was roaring in his heart.

This guy has no knowledge, but his brute strength is quite terrifying!

Seeing his grand formation, which he had built up over many years, being dismantled in such a short time, the last shred of hope and greed in the heart of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master was completely replaced by fear.

He knew that the game was over.

escape!
This was his only thought at the moment.

Without hesitation, he crushed a jade talisman in his hand, which was the last means of escape connected to the core of the great formation.

The figure of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master instantly transformed into a stream of light the same color as the mist and rain, disappearing towards a secret spatial node outside the ancient building.

However, he wanted to escape, but Qin Feng would not let him have his way.
The instant the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master disappeared, Qin Feng's golden-red spiritual power, which had been locked onto him, had already discerned his escape route.

Forty times the speed of light!
Qin Feng arrived almost simultaneously with the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master emerging from the spatial node, appearing right behind him like a shadow.

The "Star Devouring" spear, imbued with boundless killing intent, had somehow appeared in Qin Feng's hands.

puff!

The spear, like a dragon, pierced through the powerful body of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master, which was comparable to a mid-level black hole treasure.

Immediately afterwards, a violent and destructive golden-red spiritual force, like magma bursting its banks, surged wildly into the body of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master along the gun barrel, instantly annihilating his soul and the origin of the black hole.

The hideous ghost mask on the face of the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master shattered with a "crack".

Beneath the mask was a demon's face twisted with extreme fear and resentment.

His life force quickly dissipated.

The ultimate black hole-level powerhouse, the Hidden Smoke Pavilion Master, has fallen!
Qin Feng put away his gun and put the corpse and scattered treasures into his spatial ring.

Thus, all the high-ranking members of the assassin organization "Cangyanlou," which had roamed the star fields surrounding the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom for hundreds of thousands of years, were wiped out.

After Qin Feng finished doing all this, he ignored the remaining cultivators, whether they were enslaved or actually working in the Hidden Smoke Tower.

Whether these people live or die, leave or stay, is none of his concern.

His gaze slowly drifted to a spot not far away.

There, Feng Zhiyu stood there, dazed.

His body was still trembling slightly from the shattering of the imprint deep within his soul, and his eyes were filled with bewilderment and shock.

Everything happened too fast, it felt too unreal.

Just moments before, he was a slave at the mercy of others, unable to even control his own life or death.

The next moment, the cage that imprisoned him and the master who enslaved him vanished like paper before a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

He stared blankly at Qin Feng in front of him, at that face that still seemed somewhat familiar from his memory.

The once green junior in the fearless battle group, who needed his senior to provide some resources and assistance, has now grown to such a terrifying height that he can only look up to, and even looking up cannot make him see his back!

All this seems like a dream.

……

The last wisp of runes in the Misty Rain Array quietly vanished in the void. The Hidden Smoke Tower, which once served as one of the hubs of the gray area of ​​the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom, is now just an empty shell with a collapsed structure and dissipated energy.

The survivors inside the building either fled in terror or remained rooted to the spot, still unable to recover from the one-sided, devastating massacre that had just taken place.

Qin Feng's gaze did not linger on these scattered soldiers for even a moment.

For him, the purpose of this trip has been achieved, or even exceeded.

He was not a messenger of justice, and had no interest in judging the sins of every member of the Hidden Smoke Tower. His actions stemmed solely from one name—Feng Zhiyu.

He moved swiftly and silently appeared beside Feng Zhiyu, who was still in a state of shock and disorientation.

Those deep eyes gazed calmly at their former senior, without the gloating of a victor or the arrogance of a benefactor, as calm as the deep universe itself.

"Let's go, senior."

These three simple words jolted Feng Zhiyu out of his nightmare-like reality.

He shuddered, his gaze towards Qin Feng filled with indescribable complex emotions—a sense of relief at surviving a calamity, a longing for the past, awe of the terrifying strength of the person before him, and an awkwardness and unease at not knowing how to conduct himself.

Qin Feng didn't say much, but with a wave of his hand, a gentle yet irresistible spatial force enveloped Feng Zhiyu.

The next instant, the two disappeared from this ancient building, which was destined to be erased from the history of the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom, leaving behind only a mess and countless horrified gazes.

Space transformed into a dazzling tunnel in his field of vision. This experience was not unfamiliar to Feng Zhiyu, who was at the galaxy level, but he had never felt such stable and rapid teleportation.

There was no dizziness or discomfort whatsoever; it was as if I had simply walked from one end of the room to the other.

When the light faded and the feeling of solid ground returned, the surrounding environment had been completely transformed.

This is a planet brimming with life, where the air is filled with the refreshing fragrance of plants and a perfect concentration of psionic energy.

Looking around, the architectural styles on the planet and the faces of pedestrians on the street all reveal the rich characteristics of human civilization.

This place is clearly within the territory of the Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom, a gathering place specifically for the human race to live and multiply.

The dramatic shift in scenery, from a treacherous assassin's lair to a peaceful and tranquil home for their kind, can be completed in just a few breaths.

This composure and skill in controlling everything elevated Feng Zhiyu's perception of Qin Feng's strength to an unbelievable level once again.

Qin Feng's divine sense had already covered the entire main city, easily locking onto a place with pure aura and stable energy.

He and Feng Zhiyu descended like a gentle breeze, avoiding everyone's attention, and finally stopped in front of a rather large martial arts school.

The plaque bears two powerful ancient Chinese characters: "振武" (Zhenwu).

Without needing to announce their arrival, the two figures swayed slightly and passed through the barrier, appearing in a spacious and clean martial arts room.

The furnishings in the martial arts room were extremely simple. The floor was made of hard black ironwood, polished smooth as a mirror. The two large characters "Martial Arts" and "Virtue" hung on the wall. The air was filled with a faint smell of sweat and ointment, a scent most familiar to martial artists.

The door closed silently behind them, shutting out all the noise from the outside world.

A long silence fell over the room.

This silence is more suffocating than any harsh words.

Feng Zhiyu lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.

He didn't know what to say, nor how to face Qin Feng.

Senior?

He was indeed Qin Feng's senior at the Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

In the Fearless Battle Group, he had also provided Qin Feng with some private resource assistance in the manner of a senior.

At that time, although he acknowledged Qin Feng's exceptional talent, deep down he still retained the pride and arrogance of being a genius a year ahead of him.

He even remembered that his aunt Yue Hong had solemnly advised him to humble himself and take the initiative to follow Qin Feng, which would be the greatest opportunity of his life.

How did he respond at the time?

“I’ll see if he’s worth following.”

These words, at this moment, were like a red-hot iron, repeatedly searing the depths of his soul, bringing waves of sharp pain.

does it worth?
This question now seems utterly absurd and ridiculous.

A loser who has wasted thousands of years on the battlefield of myriad races, still stuck at the star system level, and even reduced to a prisoner, branded with the mark of slavery, unable to control his own destiny.

One of them, who had already risen to fame and ranked third on the Hidden Dragon List, was known as the "Fierce God." He could destroy powerful forces that made him despair with a flick of his finger and easily kill black hole-level powerhouses that he could not even look up to.

The difference between them is beyond description.

This is the distance between heaven and abyss.

How should he handle this? Should he use his status as a senior student? Does he still have that right?
Should we be moved to tears of gratitude as the ones who were rescued? How can the weight of that debt of gratitude be borne by the word "thank you" alone?
In Feng Zhiyu's heart, pride, shame, gratitude, confusion, regret... all sorts of emotions intertwined into an impenetrable net, trapping him firmly in place, and he even lost the courage to raise his head and look Qin Feng in the eye.

Qin Feng stood quietly, and he could clearly feel the intense fluctuations in Feng Zhiyu's spiritual power, as well as the deep-seated inner struggle within him.

He didn't urge him, nor did he break the silence. He gave Feng Zhiyu enough time to process this sudden change and face this harsh reality.

Qin Feng's memory of Feng Zhiyu remains vivid.

This is a senior student who is not a bad person at heart, and you could even say he is quite enthusiastic.

During his time with the Fearless Battle Group, Feng Zhiyu had shown him kindness, a kindness that Qin Feng always remembered.

This is why he acted without hesitation today.

As time flows and stars rise and fall, former geniuses may fade and former strongmen may fall, but the friendship forged in the early days on campus still holds a place in Qin Feng's heart.

After a long while, when the air in the martial arts room was almost frozen, Qin Feng finally moved.

He took two steps forward, a gentle smile appearing on his face. That smile dispelled the oppressive atmosphere in the room and, like a ray of sunshine, shone into Feng Zhiyu's tightly guarded heart.

"Senior,"

Qin Feng's voice was calm and gentle, carrying a reassuring power, "Do you need me to use the 'Perfect Hand' to heal your soul's injuries? Although that black hole-level being from Cangyanlou is dead, his slave mark should have left many imperceptible hidden injuries on your soul's foundation when it collapsed."

The title "senior" was like a key that instantly unlocked the heaviest lock in Feng Zhiyu's heart.

Qin Feng didn't mention the life-saving grace or the gap between them, but continued their relationship from Canaan in the most natural and intimate way.

This is not just a suggestion of treatment, but also a silent expression of respect and comfort.

Feng Zhiyu suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly reddening, his voice becoming hoarse and dry from excitement.

A thousand words stuck in my throat, but in the end, they all boiled down to two words.

"...Thank you."

He didn't refuse.

The waves of weakness and stinging pain constantly reminded him of the severe trauma inflicted upon him by three thousand years of inhuman enslavement.

"Sit down."

Qin Feng gestured.

Feng Zhiyu sat down cross-legged as instructed, trying to calm his turbulent emotions and letting go of all his mental defenses.

This was an absolute trust; he had laid bare his most vulnerable soul to Qin Feng without reservation.

Qin Feng extended his right hand, and a soft yet dazzling golden light slowly emerged in his palm.

The light was filled with the most masculine and vigorous life force, yet it was also as warm and gentle as jade, as if it were the most primordial life energy at the beginning of the universe.

It was the "Ten Perfect Hands" that Qin Feng had already cultivated to perfection.

Golden light, like a flowing stream, gently covered Feng Zhiyu's head and slowly seeped into his sea of ​​consciousness, heading towards the core of his soul's foundation—the "Immortal Tower" also constructed by the Canaanite Scripture.

In Qin Feng's mental vision, Feng Zhiyu's Immortal Tower appeared dim and lackluster.

The tower is covered with fine, spiderweb-like cracks, and some areas have a strange, necrotic gray-black color.

That was the permanent wound left by the malevolent power contained within the brand of slavery as it crumbled, eroding the soul.

If these wounds are not removed in time, they will not only seriously affect Feng Zhiyu's future cultivation, but may even cause his Dao foundation to completely collapse during a certain breakthrough.

Qin Feng remained expressionless, and with a slight thought, the golden energy transformed from the "Perfect Hand" began its meticulous repair work.

Wherever the golden light passed, the gray-black necrotic areas were quickly purified and melted away, like ice and snow meeting the sun.

Then, the gentle energy transformed into billions of tiny runes, which began to meticulously fill and glue together the cracks on the tower.

This process requires an extremely high level of control from the practitioner.

Too much energy will result in excess, potentially damaging the foundation of one's spiritual path; too little energy will lead to incomplete repairs and leave hidden dangers.

But for Qin Feng, whose "Perfect Hand" technique was already perfected and whose spiritual power quality had reached the gold-red level, all of this was as simple and natural as breathing.

Feng Zhiyu closed his eyes tightly, feeling an unprecedented warmth and comfort spreading from the deepest part of his soul.

It was a feeling as if one were being nourished in the womb; the coldness, despair, and pain accumulated over three thousand years of enslavement were being washed away and dispelled little by little by this warm power.

He could even "see" his dilapidated but indestructible tower regaining its original luster and sturdiness at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Time slipped away quietly during this intricate soul-surgery.

About ten minutes later, Qin Feng slowly withdrew his palm, and the golden light disappeared.

He looked at Feng Zhiyu's indestructible tower. At this moment, the tower was completely intact. Although it still appeared somewhat illusory due to the depletion of spiritual power, all the hidden injuries and cracks on its foundation had been completely repaired, leaving no flaws.

"All right."

Qin Feng's voice roused Feng Zhiyu from that wondrous healing state, "The hidden injuries have all been cleared and will not affect your subsequent cultivation."

Feng Zhiyu slowly opened his eyes, and he could clearly feel the changes in his soul.

The lingering sense of sluggishness and weakness has disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented sense of clarity and ease.

He knew that Qin Feng had not only saved his life, but also given him hope to return to the path of martial arts.

This kindness is heavier than the stars and the sea.

He suddenly stood up, took two steps back, and bowed deeply to Qin Feng.

His forehead slammed heavily against the hard black iron wooden floor, making a dull thud.

"Qin Feng, thank you for saving my life!"

Feng Zhiyu's voice was firm and resolute, "I, Feng Zhiyu, owe you my life. From this day forward, this life belongs to you!"

A man's kneeling is priceless!

Not to mention a genius like Feng Zhiyu, who is among the top 100 in the Cosmic Genius Battle!
What arrogance!

I am now truly kneeling and bowing in gratitude!

Qin Feng frowned slightly, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Feng Zhiyu, lifting him up with a gentle force.

"Senior, there's no need for that."

Qin Feng held his arm and pulled him up, his tone becoming more serious, "I saved you because we were classmates at Canaan and comrades in the Fearless Battle Group. This friendship is not something you should pay with your life."

He took out a jade bottle filled with top-tier recovery resources from his storage ring and placed it in Feng Zhiyu's hand.

"These resources are of little use to me now. Senior, you should use them to restore your depleted spiritual energy first. Your foundation has just been repaired and needs nurturing."

Qin Feng's tone softened, and he said, "As for what exactly happened after we parted ways in Canaan, we'll talk about it when you've recovered."

"it is good!"

Looking at the jade bottle in his hand and feeling the immense energy emanating from it, Feng Zhiyu completely let go of the last trace of pride and reserve in his heart.

He nodded heavily and said no more, because he knew that any words would seem pale and powerless in the face of such a great favor.

(End of this chapter)