High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 317 AI Steals Secrets! The Crimson Martial Arts Arena! The Blood God's Terrifying Scheme! Humanity's Worry!

Those once powerful figures, who could decide the life and death of a civilization with a single word, have been consumed and melted away like divine metal thrown into a furnace during this century of strife.

According to incomplete statistics, in the past century, the number of Marquis-level experts who have fallen on both sides has exceeded three digits, and several King-level experts have also perished in the sky, their origins and Dao fruits completely swallowed up by this chaotic battlefield.

As for the armies of Domain Lords and Black Holes, they fell one after another like harvested wheat.

Their bones, their souls, their resentment and unwillingness, all became the nourishment at the very bottom of this battlefield, making the madness and chaos here even more intense.

That mad will originating from chaos, called "Khorne," has, like a maggot clinging to the bone, deeply eroded the soul of every living being over the past century.

Initially, it merely amplified the killing intent and brutality in the hearts of the warriors.

Gradually, it began to distort their reason, making them bloodthirsty and belligerent, enjoying the thrill of pure killing.

Now, many powerful individuals whose Dao hearts were not firm enough have completely degenerated into madmen who only know how to kill.

Their minds were overwhelmed by chaotic whispers, and they could no longer distinguish between enemies and allies. Any living creature would trigger their most frenzied desire to attack.

More than once, legions of various races, after breaking through the human defenses, suddenly turned their guns on their own allies behind them, launching a bloody massacre.

Similarly, within the human race, there have been tragedies where powerful individuals, having lost their Dao heart, frantically attacked their comrades before exhausting their strength.

Khorne's laughter seemed to pierce through dimensions, echoing deep within the souls of everyone present.

He was so happy, so satisfied.

This war is no longer a holy war between humans and all other races for the future of their races, but has evolved into a grand and incomparably large flesh and blood sacrifice to please the Chaos God!

And the sacrifices were every living being on the battlefield!
Finally, after a cataclysmic collision, an anomaly occurred.

"boom--!!!"

The Human Race's Sky-Splitting Emperor, a top-tier emperor who controls the laws of space and is known for his unpredictable appearances and decisive killings, once again fiercely clashed his Space Divine Blade with the Annihilation Demon Blade of a Demon Emperor of Myriad Races whose body was engulfed in hellfire.

This collision was more violent than any before.

The vast emptiness, stretching for billions of miles, shattered like a fragile mirror, revealing a chilling, pure "nothingness" behind it.

The terrifying psionic storm transformed into a visible halo of destruction, sweeping in all directions. Everything in its path—whether it was star debris, law-based monsters, or warriors from both sides who couldn't dodge in time—was instantly vaporized, leaving not a trace.

However, after this devastating collision, the anticipated even more ferocious next attack did not materialize.

The figure of the Sky-Splitter Emperor slowly emerged from billions of miles away. He held a divine blade, his aura somewhat disordered, but for the first time, his gaze shifted from his opponent to the battlefield below, which had long since turned into a living hell.

He saw his soldiers, their eyes bloodshot and their expressions crazed.

He saw those who had once been high-spirited and ambitious, but now torn each other apart like wild beasts.

He saw this void completely soaked in blood and hatred, and felt the pure, insane will that resided there, a will that even made him, a being of the Emperor level, feel a slight tremor in his heart.

A fear deeper and more primal than racial hatred or the outcome of war, like a cold, venomous snake, crept into his heart.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the majestic Demon Emperor also stopped what he was doing.

His eyes, burning with hellfire, also swept across the entire battlefield. The madness and savagery in his eyes were rapidly fading, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and apprehension.

Two sworn enemies from opposing camps, who have fought for a century, now gaze at each other across a shattered galaxy.

They didn't speak, but they understood each other's thoughts through each other's eyes.

We can't fight any longer!
This is not only the consensus of these two top emperors, but also the consensus of all the top powerhouses who are still barely maintaining a sliver of clarity in this century-long bloody war.

They suddenly realized that the root of this war—the batch of [Cosmic Crystals] that were enough to change the course of the universe—had been taken away remotely by the Lord of Limits a hundred years ago.

The spark that ignited this war—Qin Feng, the human prodigy who pioneered the "Path of Gods"—has long since disappeared, his fate unknown.

The core objectives of the war have long since disappeared.

What are they still fighting for here?

For the glory of the race?

To destroy their arch-enemy?

Do not!
neither!
If this continues, they will no longer be fighting for the future of humanity or all races.

They, and all their warriors, will become the most beloved sacrifices of the evil god who sits on the throne of skulls!
Every drop of blood shed, every wail uttered, will be transformed into a hymn to please that evil god!
When war itself transcends its purpose, it loses all meaning and becomes nothing but pure destruction and madness.

A strange tacit understanding quietly formed in the minds of the top leaders on both sides.

The Demon Emperor gave the Sky-Splitting Emperor a deep look before slowly sheathing the Annihilation Demon Blade in his hand.

Immediately, a divine thought containing supreme will spread throughout the entire army of myriad races.

"withdraw."

A simple word, yet incredibly heavy.

The soldiers of the myriad races who were engaged in a frenzied battle, those who still retained their rationality, were granted a pardon and began to slowly retreat.

Those soldiers who had gone completely mad were forcibly sealed away by their comrades and dragged away from this ominous place.

The human faction did not pursue.

The Sky-Splitter also waved his hand, signaling the human army to contract their defensive lines and rest on the spot.

An epic war that swept across the entire edge of the universe, lasted for a full hundred years, caused countless powerful figures to perish, and made the stars lose their luster.

And so, in a near-absurd, silent understanding, a bloodstained end was drawn.

……

Far from that bloody battlefield, in a human universe with absolutely hidden coordinates, a colossal cosmic city floats silently.

This cosmic city is entirely forged from an unknown metal that shimmers with a dark golden luster. It is engraved with billions of extremely complex array patterns, each of which is absorbing and releasing cosmic spiritual energy and exuding an aura of immortality and indestructibility.

It is like an ancient behemoth lurking deep in the starry sea, silent and majestic, suppressing the peace of this star field.

This is one of the countless outposts directly under the Human Holy Academy, codenamed "Zhenyuan".

The outposts that are directly under the jurisdiction of the Holy Academy are all the most important strategic nodes in the human territory. Their defenses are so strong that they can withstand the joint attack of several emperors and remain standing. They are truly impregnable.

At this moment, in the highest council hall of the "Zhenyuan" cosmic city, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive, as if even time and space had frozen.

In the center of the council hall was a huge round table carved from a single piece of "Void Divine Crystal," and several figures sat around the table.

They were not their true forms, but avatars formed by supreme divine powers. Even though they were just avatars, the aura they exuded was enough to make any King-level expert tremble with fear, as if their own Great Dao was about to collapse in front of them.

With his hair and beard standing on end, and an aura as deep as an abyss, resembling a human black hole, he was none other than the Devouring King.

A century of bloody battles had made his aura more refined, but it also carried an undeniable weariness and ferocity.

Surrounded by spatial laws, with tiny spatial cracks appearing and disappearing around him, was the Sky-Splitting Emperor, who had just withdrawn from the battlefield.

His avatar was dim, clearly having suffered considerable damage in the battle just now.

In addition, there are several other powerful figures who hold a prestigious reputation among the human race and are considered emperors.

They are the true pillars of humanity, the supreme beings who hold the world in their place.

However, at this moment, these giants, who usually kept their emotions hidden, all had a lingering, deep solemnity between their brows.

The entire council chamber was deathly silent.

Suddenly, a grand, majestic voice, devoid of any human emotion, slowly resounded in the void without warning.

The sound seemed not to be transmitted through a medium, but rather echoed directly in the deepest part of the soul of each giant, in the very origin of the Great Dao.

"Qin Feng was being chased by Blood Slaughter Marquis and accidentally entered the 'Bloody Martial Arts Arena'."

He is the Lord of Limits!
The owner of this voice was none other than one of the three giants of the human race, the mysterious and unpredictable supreme being who wielded the ultimate martial arts of the human race!

It was just a single sentence, yet it was like a divine hammer containing supreme power, striking the hearts of everyone present and causing their Dao hearts to tremble violently!
"The Crimson Martial Arts Arena?!"

An emperor, whose aura was like that of ten thousand years of ice, exclaimed in shock, his voice filled with disbelief.

The Devouring King's clenched fists cracked instantly, and even the terrifying aura around him, which was like a black hole, showed a slight fluctuation.

Ignoring their shock, the voice of the Lord of Limits continued in that calm and even-tempered tone, revealing a more cruel and chilling truth.

"We've all been scammed."

"Khorne's true target was not this war that swept through millions of troops and lasted for a century. For him, that war was perhaps just an appetizer, a grand sacrifice of flesh and blood."

"His true purpose was to use the endless bloodshed and killing aura generated by this war, which was enough to obscure the secrets of heaven, as the perfect prelude and cover to set up this scheme."

A scheme specifically designed to lure Qin Feng, the warrior he most "admired," into his killing game.

boom!
Every word from the Lord of Limits was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in everyone's minds!
All the doubts and questions from before suddenly became clear at this moment!
No wonder!
Despite the fact that all races had already lost the chance to compete for the [Cosmic Crystal], they still failed to notice and continued to escalate the war regardless of the cost!

No wonder even those emperors who had lived for countless eons and had long since become indifferent to life and death would fight with such rage and fall into such irrational madness!

No wonder Khorne's will so easily eroded the entire battlefield, as if everything was just a matter of course!

It turns out that all of this, from beginning to end, was a setup!

A shocking killing trap set by the Chaos God himself, targeting Qin Feng!

"I see……"

The Devouring King's deep voice suppressed a volcanic rage about to erupt as he spoke, each word deliberate and forceful, "What a Chaos God! What... what a deep scheme!"

In his eyes, it seemed as if there were black holes that could devour everything, constantly being created and destroyed.

Thinking of his most prized disciple, who was now in dire straits, and that he, and even the entire human race's high command, had unknowingly become "accomplices" in helping the evil god complete this murderous scheme, an indescribable anger and self-reproach almost burned away his reason!
"We've all become his pawns..."

The Sky-Splitter Emperor spoke bitterly, his spatial laws fluctuating violently, revealing his extreme inner turmoil. "We shed blood and sacrificed ourselves here, fighting to the death with all races, and in the end... all we did was create a perfect 'hunting ground' for the evil god?"

This feeling made all the proud emperors present feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

Who are they?
It is a giant that stands at the pinnacle of the universe, overlooking all living beings and holding the fate of billions of lives in its hands!
But now, they are being toyed with by a chaotic evil god, which is even more unacceptable to them than a direct defeat.

"Lord of Limits,"

The Emperor, well-versed in ancient secrets and possessing an ancient and profound aura, now wore an extremely solemn expression. He asked in a deep voice, "Regarding the 'Crimson Martial Arena,' ancient texts only contain a few words about it, calling it 'the meat grinder of gods and demons' and 'the birthplace of champions.' May I ask, Your Excellency, what kind of place is it exactly?"

Inside the council chamber, everyone's gaze was fixed on the void, awaiting the Lord of Limits' answer. A deeply ominous premonition rose in their hearts.

The Lord of Limits paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, before slowly resounding:

“You’re right. The Crimson Arena is said to be a warp space created by Khorne at the beginning of chaos, in order to select his strongest champion warriors from among the countless beings in the universe.”

"It has no fixed form or coordinates. It appears randomly in the universe, like a ghost, in the places where the killing atmosphere is most intense and where the most lives have been lost. War is its best breeding ground."

"Its rules are both extremely cruel and extremely simple. All living beings involved, regardless of race, cultivation level, or identity, have only one mission—to kill every living being you can see."

There, there was no surrender, no escape, only fighting and death.

Until... only one living being remained, standing on this land soaked in blood.

Only the sole survivor will be allowed to leave.

The Lord of Limits' explanation made the temperature in the council hall seem to drop to freezing point.

The sole survivor!
This means that one of Qin Feng and Blood Slaughter Marquis must remain there forever!

“That’s not the worst part,”

The Emperor, who was well-versed in secrets, seemed to have thought of something, and his face grew even paler. He added in an almost dreamlike voice, "Ancient books have speculated that everything about those who perished in the martial arts arena—their flesh and blood, their souls, the laws they mastered, and even their strongest resentment and unwillingness before death—would be completely devoured and absorbed by the strange land of the martial arts arena, turning into nourishment for their own growth."

"When a martial arts arena has devoured enough powerful individuals over countless years, the killing rules originating from Khorne within it will gradually settle, evolve, and eventually dissipate completely because it has 'eaten too much'."

"And that land, nourished for countless years by the flesh and souls of endless powerful beings, will detach from the subspace and fall into the real universe. That is what we later came to know as the 'Crimson Forbidden Land'."

"The blood-red forbidden land that we arranged for Qin Feng to enter in order to create an opportunity for him was essentially an ancient martial arts arena that had long been 'dead' and whose rules had dissipated!"

These words, like a black lightning bolt, cleaved through all the fog!

Everyone understood instantly.

If the Crimson Forbidden Land is a "relic" full of treasures, then the Crimson Martial Arts Arena where Qin Feng is currently located is a living "hunting ground" that is "feeding" and full of endless dangers!
As the truth was gradually revealed, the atmosphere in the council chamber became extremely oppressive.

Everyone's spirits plummeted.

Their gazes seemed to pierce through endless dimensions of time and space, converging on that unknown, mysterious continent shrouded in an endless blood-red barrier.

Worry, like boundless darkness, enveloped the hearts of every human leader.

"Qin Feng...can he survive?"

After a long silence, the Skybreaker Emperor spoke first, his voice filled with deep worry.

"Blood Slaughter Marquis... I have some knowledge of this person before."

He had been immersed in the Marquis realm for over thirty million years, his foundation far surpassing that of ordinary Marquises. He cultivated the *Nine Killings Scripture*, reportedly having already reached the perfect ninth level, making him a renowned mid-level Marquis!

"And Qin Feng..."

The Sky-Splitter Emperor paused, his tone becoming even heavier, "Although he was a genius of unparalleled talent, one in a million, he forged his own path to godhood and possessed unparalleled combat power to step into the 'forbidden realm of gods'."

But... he is, after all, just a domain lord, and only one who has at most reached the level of a domain lord with over 30,000 years of experience!

"Moreover, this is not some friendly sparring match where you stop when you've made a point. It's a life-or-death battle where only one of us can survive!"

The Sky Emperor's words voiced the greatest concern in the hearts of everyone present.

The Devouring King clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking from the excessive force.

He didn't say a word, just sat there silently.

He had almost blind, absolute faith in his disciple.

Since his debut, Qin Feng has created countless miracles and has long defied all common sense.

But even he dared not make any more pronouncements at this moment.

Because he understands better than anyone that talent is not the same as 100% combat power.

Especially in a life-or-death battle where only one can survive, combat experience, the use of secret techniques, the number of trump cards, and even the most crucial factors such as mentality and will—any small detail can determine life or death.

His opponent, Blood Slaughter, was a terrifying being who had grown up in endless slaughter and had no weaknesses.

Seeing the Devouring King's unusual silence, the atmosphere in the council hall became even more oppressive. Just then, another king who had been silent all along, in a dry and hoarse voice, raised a more fatal and despairing question.

"Even if... let's assume... Qin Feng really did create an unprecedented miracle once again, and as a domain lord, he defied the heavens and attacked the heavens, successfully killing Blood Slaughter Marquis..."

"Then... can he resist the Blood God's temptation?"

The moment the question was posed, the entire council chamber fell into complete silence; you could hear a pin drop.

A deep, undisguised fear appeared on the faces of all the giants.

"That's right..."

The Emperor, who was well-versed in ancient secrets, slowly nodded. His voice was so deep it was as if he were stating an unchangeable destiny: "The final test of the Crimson Martial Arena has never been the one that defeats you."

"It's about conquering yourself."

"When the sole victor, having experienced the most extreme carnage, bathed in the blood of his opponents, and raised his will, fighting spirit, and even killing intent to an unprecedented peak... the will of Khorne will descend upon him personally."

"That was not a simple coercion or enticement, but a whisper from a chaotic evil god, an ancient deity who holds the fundamental divine authority of 'slaughter' and 'war'."

That kind of seduction is a temptation that directly targets the origin of the soul and the core of the Great Dao.

He will grant you greater power, he will promise you eternal war, he will elevate you to be his agent in the material universe, his champion!

"Historically, according to those incomplete records, no living being who has emerged from the blood-stained arena has ever been able to refuse this 'gift'."

His words were like a bucket of the coldest, most icy water, poured over everyone's hearts, leaving them feeling chilled to the bone.

The despairing conclusion was laid bare before us.

This means that Qin Feng is facing a complete and utter dead end!

If he is defeated, he will die and all hope will vanish.

If he wins, there is a 100% chance that he will fall into the clutches of the evil god and become the champion of Khorne!
Because no one in history has ever been able to resist the allure of Khorne in the blood-stained arena!

……

A Khorne champion with the potential to become a "god"!

This thought sent a chill down the spine of every human leader present.

Such an existence might pose a greater threat to humanity than a cosmic ruler from another race!
That will be the greatest threat to humanity in the future!

"He is a hero of our human race, and the hope for the future..."

The Devouring King finally spoke, muttering to himself, his voice filled with unprecedented weariness and powerlessness.

Once upon a time, he thought that by becoming a disciple and being granted the title of king, he had reached the pinnacle of the universe and was able to protect his disciples.

But reality has repeatedly shown him that he is still insignificant in this vast and cruel universe.

Faced with the chaotic evil god's scheme, even he, a king, was powerless.

Even the Lord of the Universe is powerless to do anything about it.

These peerless powerhouses, who stand at the pinnacle of the universe and whose every word and action can cause the galaxy to tremble, can only sit here like a group of mortals, as a group of powerless spectators.

They could only watch helplessly as the young man, whom they had protected with all the strength of their entire race and who carried the endless hope for the future of humanity, was imprisoned in a blood-red cage called "Fate," which was personally crafted by the evil god.

Whether it is life or death, perseverance or depravity.

Everything now depends on Qin Feng himself.

Qin Feng's future was completely shrouded in a thick, impenetrable, blood-red fog called "Khorne".

The many powerful human beings present hoped more than anyone else that Qin Feng could survive.

More than anyone else, they were terrified that Qin Feng would survive.

Because surviving meant that Qin Feng had become the Korneol champion.

This contradictory and painful emotion deeply tormented every human leader present.

The council chamber fell into a deathly, suffocating silence once again.

……

On the blood-red continent, deathly silence is the only melody.

There are no sun, moon, or stars here, no primordial energy of heaven and earth, only an eternal, unchanging dark red light curtain above the dome, like congealed blood, and an air thick with an impenetrable rust and madness.

There was no probing, no idle talk.

The moment Qin Feng and Blood Butcher's eyes met again, the deadly battle, in which only one could survive, had already begun!
"You little beast, pay for the old medicine man's life!"

Blood Butcher let out a roar that was not human, a roar that was the pent-up resentment and killing intent that had been suppressed for thousands of years, which erupted like a volcano at this moment.

His emaciated body suddenly trembled, and the void behind him was instantly stained with endless blood, transforming into a terrifying spectacle of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!
The remains of billions of lives floated in the sea of ​​blood, and endless wails and curses seemed to transcend the barriers of time and space, transforming into the most vicious mental shock, aiming to completely tear and crush Qin Feng's soul!
boom! ! !
Blood Slaughter Marquis moved, his entire being seemingly merging with the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, transforming into a blood-red Asura crawling out of the deepest hell, carrying overwhelming murderous aura, charging straight toward Qin Feng!

The blood-red battle blade in his hand seemed to come alive at this moment. Strange blood-red patterns lit up on the blade, emitting a thirsty buzzing sound, as if it wanted to devour the essence of all living beings in the world!

Faced with this terrifying scene that would make even ordinary powerful marquises lose their composure, Qin Feng's eyes remained calm and composed.

In the depths of his pure black pupils, there was no fear or wavering, only absolute calmness and rationality, as if the peerless ferocious god before him was no different from a stubborn rock by the roadside.

Qin Feng neither dodged nor avoided!
"war!"

A low shout came from Qin Feng's mouth. Although it was only a single word, it seemed to contain the supreme power of creation, instantly dispersing the billions of demonic sounds from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

In an instant, an indescribable terrifying aura erupted from Qin Feng's body!
Om-!
A dazzling white-gold halo, like the first ray of divine light at the beginning of the universe, swept outwards from him in all directions!

Wherever the halo passed, the strange phenomenon of mountains of corpses and seas of blood emitted a "sizzling" sound, as if ice and snow were being rapidly purified and melted by the blazing sun!
[Ultimate Form]!
At this moment, Qin Feng pushed his Dao, his Dharma, and everything about him to the extreme!
Like an ancient god-king resurrected from his slumber, he strode through the shattered void, facing the crimson stream of light, and fiercely swung his fist!
Simple, yet brutal!

This punch contained no profound laws or intricate techniques; it contained only pure, unadulterated "force"—an absolute power capable of shattering stars, tearing apart the heavens, and suppressing all paths of existence!

This is his path—the path to the limit!
boom! ! ! ! ! !

Fists and swords, platinum and blood, god-kings and demons—on this desolate, blood-red continent, the most primal and savage clashes took place!
A visible halo of destruction spread wildly in a ring shape from the two of them!
The crimson earth beneath their feet, which was as solid as divine iron, was as fragile as paper in the face of this power. It was instantly lifted, torn apart, crushed, and turned into dust everywhere!

A terrifying shockwave, mixed with shattered spatial fragments, shot straight into the sky and crashed violently against the blood-red sky, causing the entire [Crimson Martial Arts Arena] to tremble violently!
pedal!pedal!pedal!
Blood Slaughter Marquis's figure was forced back over a hundred steps by the terrifying recoil, each step leaving a bottomless crater in the ground.

He felt a tingling sensation in his right arm holding the knife, his blood and qi surging wildly, as if his internal organs had shifted. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror!
"How is this possible?! A mere domain lord... possesses such brute strength?!"

He couldn't understand it!
He is a mid-level Marquis who has been famous for tens of millions of years, and he is also a demon. He is born with a strong physical body. In terms of pure strength, he dares to compete with even a high-level Marquis!
But this kid who just became a Domain Lord a mere tens of thousands of years ago can actually hold his own against him without being at a disadvantage?!

The being who walked the path of the gods is such a monster?!
However, Qin Feng did not give him any chance to catch his breath.

After the first punch, he moved like lightning, closing in and delivering another punch!
It remains as simple and unadorned as ever, and as domineering and unparalleled as ever!
"Hmph! You little beast, don't be so arrogant!"

Blood Butcher was, after all, a seasoned veteran. After a brief moment of shock, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

He grinned maliciously, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

"So what if you have a strong physical body? Today, I, the Marquis, will show you what the power of a marquis truly means!"

"The Nine Killings Scripture, First Level!"

"The increase has doubled!"

With a roar, the spiritual energy within Blood Butcher's body began to circulate in a strange and profound way, and his aura suddenly surged by a large margin!

hum!
The blood-red battle blade in his hand emitted an even more shrill hum, and the blood-red light on the blade intensified. A blood-red blade beam, ten thousand feet long, carrying a terrifying power that could cleave the heavens and the earth, tore through the void and slashed down towards Qin Feng!

This strike was far more powerful than the previous one, both in terms of strength and the killing intent it contained!
Faced with this suddenly powerful strike, a hint of seriousness finally flashed in Qin Feng's pure black eyes.

He could clearly feel that this strike posed a real threat to his indestructible [Limited Body].

But he still did not back down.

The path to the limit is one of only advancing and never retreating!

The Primordial Furnace Array within his body operated wildly, continuously pumping the massive amount of spiritual energy stored within into his limbs and bones. The platinum-gold aura of his Ultimate Body became increasingly dazzling, like a burning star!
"open!"

Qin Feng crossed his arms, forming an indestructible divine shield, forcefully blocking the crimson blade of light!
clang! ! ! !

The sound of metal clashing against metal resounded through the sky, deafeningly loud!
Qin Feng's figure was slammed into the ground by the immense force of the slash, leaving behind a bottomless, human-shaped crater!

"Hahaha! You little beast, come again!"

Having landed a successful blow, Blood Butcher Marquis went berserk, his blood-red battle blade transforming into streaks of blood-red lightning, relentlessly slashing towards Qin Feng!

"Second kill!"

"Third kill!"

His aura surged, each strike more ferocious and deadly than the last!
boom! boom! boom!
For a time, the entire Crimson Continent was filled with the glint of swords, but no human figures could be seen.

That land was repeatedly cleaved, torn apart, and pulverized under the Blood Butcher's relentless and relentless attacks.

Qin Feng, who was at the center of the storm, was like a small boat in the tempest, seemingly teetering on the brink of capsizing, but never actually capsizing.

With the terrifyingly powerful defense and recovery of his [Limited Body], as well as the almost inexhaustible spiritual energy provided by the [Primordial Furnace Array] within his body, he managed to withstand wave after wave of Blood Slaughter Marquis's frenzied attacks.

Each time he was struck by the blade's light, a deep wound would be left on his [Limited Body]. The platinum divine radiance and the blood-red killing intent would frantically entangle and annihilate at his wound.

But almost the instant the injury occurs, the wound will begin to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This kind of play is extremely frustrating!
Although Qin Feng's attack methods were extremely powerful, they were unable to pose a fatal threat to Xue Tu Hou after he activated the Nine Killings Scripture.

Once it is used, the momentary opening will only invite a more ferocious attack from the opponent.

However, beneath this seemingly chaotic and passive defense, deep within Qin Feng's calm and unwavering black soul, a vast and unknown "theft of the Dao" project was quietly underway.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the tens of thousands of "intelligent souls" created by the "Intelligent Devouring Secret Technique" were now operating at an unprecedented speed.

They are like tens of thousands of the most sophisticated super analytical instruments, using Qin Feng's five senses, soul perception, and even the most subtle feedback generated when the [Limited Body] collides with the opponent's spiritual energy.

Every time Blood Slaughter Marquis activated the Nine Killings Scripture, the frequency of his spiritual energy fluctuations, the trajectory of his internal spiritual energy circulation, the construction method of the law runes, and even the unique rhythm of the resonance between his soul and body... all of this was completely recorded, dissected, and analyzed in the form of massive amounts of data!
This blood-red training ground isolated all external aid and all variables.

For Qin Feng, this is not a dead end!
He is using his unparalleled "Ultimate Body" as bait and a testing ground to provide these "intelligent souls" with the most original, authentic, and valuable first-hand experimental data!
What he needs to do is not just defeat Blood Slaughter Lord.

He wants to steal his secret techniques!

……

Time, on this blood-red continent where only slaughter exists, loses its meaning.

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

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed.

In this long period of time, long enough for a mortal dynasty to rise and fall a dozen times, the battle between Qin Feng and Blood Slaughter Marquis never ceased for a moment.

The rhythm of the battle remained almost unchanged.

Blood Butcher was still the main attacker, while Qin Feng was the main defender.

Blood Butcher's blade grew faster and more ruthless, unleashing the full power of the Nine Killings Scripture, with a constant stream of his trump cards.

The flashing blades transformed into a sea of ​​light, and the blood-red shadows blotted out the sky. He seemed to have become the source of slaughter, determined to bury this world completely.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, is like an unyielding reef, standing firm against wind and rain.

A thousand years of bloody battles have made him increasingly adept at controlling the [Limited Body].

His defense is no longer simply about brute force, but rather, in every moment of parrying, he incorporates ingenious formation techniques of deflecting force, diverting energy, and counter-shock.

Qin Feng's body seemed to have transformed into the most perfect weapon, with every muscle and every bone filled with the rhythm of the Dao.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Blood Butcher's heart was already filled with endless irritation and rage.

A full thousand years!

He couldn't even defeat a mere domain lord!

The opponent was like an unkillable monster. No matter how frantically he attacked, no matter how many hideous wounds he left on the opponent, the next moment, the opponent could stand up again with vigor and look at him with those calm eyes that were maddening.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was looking at a mortal enemy; it was more like he was looking at a clown putting on a great show.

This feeling nearly drove Blood Butcher to madness!
"You little beast, let's see how long you can hold out!"

Blood Slaughter Marquis roared, once again pushing the power of the Nine Killings Scripture to its limit.

A ninefold increase in strength!
With a single slash, the blade's light transformed into a crimson river that stretched across the heavens and earth, roaring and surging, seemingly intent on completely engulfing Qin Feng.

Qin Feng remained in the same unchanging posture, throwing out both fists to meet the attack head-on.

But this time, in the deepest recesses of his eyes, a glint of light, unnoticed by anyone, flashed and disappeared.

'Phase one data collection is complete.'

The initial operational model of the first three levels of the *Nine Killings Scripture* has been successfully constructed.

'Entering the second phase... extreme resource extraction and data completion.'

Within his mind, tens of thousands of intelligent souls simultaneously issued cold, emotionless commands.

The battle continues.

In this game of hunting and being hunted, the true hunter has already quietly changed hands.

Once Qin Feng secretly learns the Nine Killings Scripture, Blood Butcher Marquis will surely die!
……

Another three thousand years have passed.

Adding to the previous thousand years, a full four thousand years have quietly passed on this blood-red continent.

If a third person were here at this moment, they would probably be unable to recognize the original appearance of this world.

The once vast and boundless blood-red continent has long been shattered.

Countless massive landmasses, like meteorites in the universe, floated silently in the blood-red void, with unfathomable spatial rifts between them, filled with violent psionic energy.

The entire [Crimson Martial Arts Arena] seemed to emit painful wails under the eternal bloody battle between these two killing gods.

(End of this chapter)