High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 330 Qin Feng Makes His Move! His Power is Astounding! He Slays the Evil Bone Marquis!
Yaoguang Hall.

The palace, which once symbolized the power, glory, and supreme artistic achievement of the Linglu Universe Kingdom, has now been reduced to an extremely magnificent prison.

The light curtain of the Nine-Bend Jade Light Conferring Marquis Array, like a crystal-clear glass bowl, inverted the entire palace complex that floated in the starry sky.

Above the light screen, mysterious and intricate array patterns flowed slowly, reflecting the cold starlight outside the hall and exuding a desolate beauty that isolated everything.

It blocked any possibility of calling for help and sealed off all hope of escape.

Inside the hall, the air was so thick it felt like congealed blood.

The lingering poisonous aura left behind after the Spirit Deer Kingdom's ruler was annihilated, mixed with the cold sweat and pheromones exhaled by hundreds of nobles and powerful figures due to extreme fear, creating a strange, cloying, and nauseating odor.

However, what truly gripped everyone's soul was the enormous shadow cast on the dome and floor of the palace.

Evil Bone Marquis.

His colossal centipede form, spanning the heavens and constructed entirely of deathly white bones, sat quietly in the starry sky outside the Yaoguang Palace, its massive body even obscuring the light of distant stars.

Tens of thousands of bony limbs, each like a sharp spear, gleamed with a cold, deathly light. His head was slightly lowered, and his enormous compound eyes, composed of countless tiny mirrors, were indifferently watching the "prey" in the cage.

It was a perspective that transcended the dimensions of species, class, and power.

All the beings present, whether they were rulers of a nation, business tycoons who roamed the stars, or renowned marquises, felt stripped of all their identity and dignity under the gaze of those compound eyes, reduced to the most primitive and humble life form—ants.

Despair, like the pressure of the deep sea, squeezed in from all directions, threatening to crush their bones, will, and even their souls.

In this suffocating silence, a voice suddenly resounded from the depths of everyone's soul.

"Everyone."

The voice wasn't loud, lacking any thunderous force; instead, it carried a metallic, grating quality, cold and sharp, like a rusty blade scraping against the soul.

It does not spread through the air, but originates directly from fluctuations at the level of the soul, making it impossible for anyone to resist or avoid.

"I am in a very good mood today and do not wish to commit any more killings."

A hint of undisguised mockery gleamed in the enormous compound eyes of the Evil Bone Marquis.

He seemed to be enjoying the scene, relishing the sight of these usually high-and-mighty figures trembling before him.

"My wish is to spread glory for my lord, the demon god."

His voice carried a seductive rhythm as he slowly stated, "We are not the savage butchers you imagine, but messengers of a new era, preachers who bring a new order and ultimate truth to this decaying universe."

These words caused a barely perceptible easing of the tension that had gripped everyone in the hall.

Were we not here to slaughter?
Is there... still a way out?
This thought, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, instantly ignited the survival instinct in many people. They suppressed their fear, pricked up their ears, and dared not miss a single word that followed.

Xie Gu Hou took in everyone's reactions, his compound eyes filled with even more mockery.

He slowly revealed the contents of the so-called "contract".

"It's very simple."

His voice slowed down, each word like a pebble thrown into a still lake, clearly creating ripples.

“I do not want your lives; your lives are worthless to my lord.”

“I disdain to demand your soul imprints; such despicable methods of enslavement are unworthy of the great name of my lord.”

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed.

The crowd, who had prepared themselves for death, enslavement, or even sacrifice, were all stunned.

Are you willing to risk your life? Or even your soul's imprint?
This...how is this possible?

A top-tier mid-level Marquis of the demon race went to great lengths to set up such a deadly trap. Was it just to play a joke on them?
Everyone's brains went through a brief freeze, completely unable to comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

Xie Gu Hou paused, seemingly waiting for them to digest this subversive opening statement, before slowly and methodically presenting the real conditions.

"You only need to make a vow to the Great Dao, and after returning to your respective cosmic kingdoms, immediately destroy all the totems of your original beliefs, whether it is the emblem of the Human Holy Academy or those local deities that have long been corrupted, completely and thoroughly eliminate them."

"Then, erect a statue for my lord, the 'Demon God of Ten Thousand Bones.' I will later provide you with standard blueprints regarding the design and materials for the statue. You must erect statues of my lord in all important cities, squares, and former temple sites within your territory."

"Finally, a decree was issued that all living beings throughout the country must worship and sincerely and wholeheartedly praise the name of our Lord God."

You must make the holy name of the 'Demon God of Ten Thousand Bones' the sole and supreme faith within your kingdom.

"make it happen,"

The voice of the Evil Bone Marquis carried a chilling hint of "mercy": "Now, you can leave here safely with your entourage."

As the last word fell, the entire Yaoguang Palace fell into an unprecedented and absolute silence.

You can hear a pin drop.

No, it's as if even time and space have been frozen.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

Their minds were racing, trying to decipher every word, every clause, and every hidden possibility in the contract.

The anticipated torture did not occur.

The anticipated enslavement did not occur.

The scene that was expected—being sacrificed on the spot and turned into a demon god's offering—did not even materialize.

Instead, there was a condition that... sounded... even somewhat absurd.

Is it merely about spreading faith?

A chamber of commerce president unconsciously twirled a spatial ring, his mind blank.

He spent his entire life dealing with interests, and every transaction was meticulously calculated.

He had calculated the price he would have to pay to buy his freedom after being captured, and even how his family's assets would be divided after his death.

But he hadn't considered this particular situation.

It appears that the other party did not demand any substantial "benefits" in this "deal".

The ruler of a small country instinctively straightened his back, which had been hunched over with fear.

As a monarch, his greatest fear was losing power and his life.

However, the other party's conditions did not seem to touch upon his core interests.

Does what the people believe matter to him?
It seems...not important.

As long as they continue to pay taxes to me and obey my rule, what does it matter to me where their souls go?
The seeds of doubt sprouted wildly in the dead silence.

"This is a trap!"

A warning bell rang in the mind of a powerful Marquis: "The demon race is cunning; this must be some kind of vicious curse that we cannot understand! Once we make a vow to the Great Dao, we will likely be placed under an irreversible soul restriction!"

"Perhaps the belief in the 'Ten Thousand Bones Demon God' is itself a deadly poison. Once it begins to spread, the entire universe will be transformed into a breeding ground for demons, and we will eventually become rulers of a fallen kingdom, suffering an even more tragic end than we have now!"

Another shrewd and powerful figure broke out in a cold sweat.

"Will he really let us go? Or will he turn on us and slaughter us all as soon as we make the vow?"

Countless suspicions, fears, and doubts churned in everyone's hearts. They were like a group of trapped beasts, facing a seemingly harmless piece of meat offered by the hunter, none daring to be the first to step forward.

The deathly silence lasted for a full minute.

Finally, the oppressive silence was broken by a very soft, almost imperceptible cough.

This sound was like a signal, instantly igniting long-suppressed discussions.

At first, it was just a few people communicating with each other through almost whispered telepathy, but soon, this communication spread like a tide, and the entire hall began to buzz.

"Brother Wang, what do you think? What exactly is this Evil Bone Marquis up to?"

A ruler from the "Golden Stone Universe Kingdom" secretly transmitted his voice to a ruler he was on good terms with beside him.

"It's hard to say... but have you noticed that he never mentioned taking away our positions or demanding our wealth?"

The elder brother's eyes flickered, and his voice carried a barely perceptible tremor.

"exactly!"

The King of Jinshi raised his voice slightly, “Faith…faith is an ethereal thing. For us cultivators, the Great Dao is only ourselves, and power is the foundation.”

As for ordinary people... what difference does it make if they believe this today and that tomorrow?

On the other side, a wealthy chamber of commerce president was exchanging glances rapidly with several business partners.

"Gentlemen, this is a crisis, but perhaps... it is also an opportunity."

His voice was chillingly calm, “This Evil Bone Marquis represents a ‘demon god’ we’ve never heard of before. If we can become the first ‘meritorious’ individuals to voluntarily submit and spread our faith to him, then in the future…”

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

Everyone present was shrewd and immediately understood his subtext. If this "Demon God of Ten Thousand Bones" truly possessed immense power, then today's submission might be a pledge of allegiance to climb to even higher positions in the future!
This highly tempting idea, like a virus, spread and fermented rapidly among the population.

"That's right, faith is something for ordinary people, what does it have to do with us strong people?"

"As long as our rule remains unchanged, and as long as our resources are not taken away, it doesn't matter who they believe. Perhaps, believing in this demon god can save them a lot of trouble."

"Thinking about it carefully, it seems... we haven't lost anything? What we've lost is the already cheap faith of ordinary people. What we've gained, however, is our precious lives, and the continuation of our families and our nation!"

"This deal... is a steal! It's an absolute steal!"

The scales of weighing the pros and cons began to tip dramatically in the minds of these sophisticated egoists.

So-called racial righteousness and human dignity appear so pale and powerless in the face of the threat of death and the temptation of profit.

They are accustomed to viewing billions of living beings as resources, numbers, or even consumables under their rule.

Now, asking them to exchange their most precious possessions—the "people's faith," which they have no control over and never truly care about—for their most precious possessions, their lives and status, is undoubtedly a golden opportunity that has fallen from the sky.

Once the first person understands this "principle," the thinking of the entire group begins to collapse like an avalanche.

A hint of relief at surviving a disaster began to appear on his despairing face.

A barely suppressed smug smile even appeared on her pale lips.

Many people loosened their clenched fists and relaxed their stiff bodies.

The atmosphere inside the hall gradually shifted from deathly silence and despair to an eerie, unspoken liveliness.

Some people have already begun to ponder how to promote the "demon god faith" as quickly and on the largest scale as possible after returning home. Some are even thinking about how to write a captivating "demon god doctrine" in order to curry favor with the evil Bone Lord and please this terrifying being.

The chamber of commerce president who first proposed the "opportunity theory" had straightened his slightly disheveled robes and put on a humble yet respectful smile, seemingly preparing to be the first to stand up and represent everyone in expressing "sincerity" to Evil Bone Marquis.

Fawning echoes were already brewing in many people's throats. A collective, shameless betrayal was about to unfold.

Just as this nauseating atmosphere was about to reach its peak—

"shut up!"

A furious shout, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded in everyone's ears without warning!

The voice was filled with boundless rage and unyielding integrity, instantly piercing through all the dirty schemes and cowardly gloating within the hall.

The chamber of commerce president, who was about to step forward to flatter the man, was so shocked by the angry shout that his soul trembled, and the half-step he had just taken stopped abruptly in mid-air.

All eyes turned to the source of the sound.

In the crowd, a figure struggled and slowly stood up.

The one who stood up was none other than the Lord of Akabane.

His magnificent formal attire had become somewhat damaged in the chaos during the elder's attack.

He had only recently been promoted to the rank of Marquis, and his aura was still somewhat weak and unstable, far from reaching the refined state of a veteran Marquis.

But at this moment, his body stood as straight as a javelin.

His handsome face was flushed red with anger, and his eyes burned with fierce flames.

It was not just anger, but also the heartache of being betrayed by one's own kind, and the shame of having one's dignity as a strong person trampled on.

A unique, sharp, and unparalleled aura, characteristic of a newly ennobled marquis, mixed with the unyielding pride of a human powerhouse, surged forth from him, forming a stark and glaring contrast to the obsequious and cowardly atmosphere within the hall.

"You, as rulers of your own territories, who eat the nation's bounty and hold the lives of countless beings in your hands, are actually acting as accomplices to the wicked, bowing and scraping, and inviting the demon god into our human territory!"

His voice was firm and resonant, each word like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of those who were deep in thought.

"This is utterly disrespectful and shameless!"

The Lord of the Crimson Feather Kingdom glared at the pair of indifferent, enormous compound eyes on the dome, his eyes filled with nothing but boundless fury and resolute fighting spirit, showing no fear whatsoever.

"This is the territory of the Holy Academy of the Human Race! Evil Bone Marquis, you have spread the belief in other gods here and bewitched the high-ranking officials of the Human Race, which is tantamount to rebellion! How dare you!"

His words instantly froze the atmosphere in the hall, which had just become lively.

Those nobles who had just been gloating now turned pale and red, feeling both ashamed and annoyed that their secrets had been exposed, and resentful of the Akabane ruler's "out of touch with reality" behavior.

"He's insane! He wants to die, don't drag us down with him!"

Someone cursed inwardly.

Outside the dome, the enormous head of the Evil Bone Marquis slowly lowered.

His emotionless compound eyes finally focused on the "troublemaker"—the lord of Akabane.

"Oh?"

The voice of the Evil Bone Marquis resounded once more, this time tinged with an overwhelming contempt and mockery.

"A fledgling bird that has just learned to fly, whose feathers haven't even fully grown in yet, dares to sing in front of me?"

His voice was full of disdain, as if he were looking at an ignorant child waving a wooden sword in front of a grown man.

"The Holy Academy of Humanity?"

The Evil Bone Marquis let out a series of "caw caws," a sound like bones grinding together. "Where are they now? Are they in seclusion at the edge of some universe? Or are they overwhelmed by internal strife within their clan?"

"By the time your so-called protector arrives here, this place will have already become the first divine kingdom of my lord, the 'Ten Thousand Bones Demon God.' In my eyes, what difference is there between your meager cultivation and your laughable dignity, and those crushed wine cups on the ground, and those cold stardusts outside the palace?"

Before the words were even finished, the murderous intent had already arrived.

The Evil Bone Marquis didn't even use his massive body, nor did he raise a single limb.

For him, crushing a newly appointed marquis was as simple as blowing away a speck of dust.

Behind his true form, which was perched in the starry sky, the Dao Seal representing the foundation of his Great Dao—a continuous mountain range of death built from the bones of billions of living beings—slightly lit up.

Within that seal, the law of death was so intense that it resembled a real kingdom of death.

On the mountain range, every skeleton once belonged to a powerful being, radiating endless resentment and deathly aura.

hum!
Within the Dao Seal, an inconspicuous rib-shaped Dao pattern located at the foot of the mountain suddenly detached from the entire Dao Seal scroll.

The moment the rune detached, it pierced through the void, ignoring the spatial barrier of the Yao Guang Palace, and appeared directly on the dome of the palace.

With a flash of light, the Dao patterns instantly expanded and materialized, transforming into a gigantic bone spear that stretched for tens of thousands of feet and pierced through the heavens and earth!

This bone spear was deathly white, covered with densely packed death runes, and its tip was imbued with the power of the Dao of Death, enough to annihilate all life.

As soon as it appeared, the temperature inside the entire Yaoguang Palace plummeted to freezing point, and all the light seemed to be swallowed up by it.

That wasn't a physical attack; it was a pure, unreasonable, law-based crushing defeat!

"boom--!"

The colossal bone spear gave the Crimson Feather Kingdom Lord no time to react, crashing down with a piercing shriek that tore through the sky! "Well done!"

Faced with this devastating attack, the Lord of Akabane did not back down.

His eyes burned with the fiercest fighting spirit, and he let out a deafening roar.

"Chirp—!"

A high-pitched and melodious phoenix cry resounded throughout the hall!

The Lord of the Crimson Feather Kingdom unleashed his full power without reservation, and a gigantic phantom of a phoenix burning with raging crimson flames soared into the sky from behind him, its wings spreading out to blot out the sun.

That was the manifestation of his Great Dao, the essence of his cultivation.

The phoenix phantom raised its head and launched a most resolute charge at the bone spear that pierced the heavens and earth, attempting to use its own indestructible flames to resist the deadly chill.

However, the power of a newly ennobled marquis is as fragile as paper in the face of a top-tier mid-level marquis who has been famous for millions of years and fought his way through countless bloody battles.

The pale white bone spear pierced the head of the phantom of the Crimson Phoenix with absolute and unparalleled force.

The phoenix's mournful cry lasted only half a second before its burning body, along with the death seal contained in the bone spear, crumbled inch by inch, turning into countless sparks that eventually went out completely.

The power of the bone spear did not diminish in the slightest; it struck the chest of the Akabane Kingdom Lord with unstoppable force.

"puff--!"

There was a muffled sound.

The protective divine light emanating from the Crimson Feather Kingdom Lord, formed by the power of being granted a title of Marquis, shattered instantly, like a bubble in the sunlight.

He felt as if he had been struck head-on by a high-speed star; his powerful physique, at the level of a marquis, now resembled a tattered sack.

He flew backward, smashing through seven or eight massive beams carved with dragons and phoenixes and cast from "jade-like glazed gold" along the way.

Those beams and pillars, whose hardness was comparable to that of king-level weapon materials, shattered like rotten wood under his impact.

Finally, with a loud "boom," he crashed heavily against the wall at the deepest part of the hall.

The seemingly indestructible wall was smashed open, leaving a deep, human-shaped crack and dent several meters deep.

Gravel fell in a soft rustling sound.

The Akabane Kingdom Lord slid down the wall to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth like a fountain, staining the ground beneath him a glaring crimson.

In a mere instant, the aura emanating from him transformed from that of a spirited and powerful Marquis to one teetering on the brink of life and death.

If his vitality hadn't far surpassed that of his peers, this attack would have been enough to annihilate his soul on the spot, causing him to follow in the footsteps of the Lord of the Spirit Deer Kingdom.

The whole place was dead silent.

The entire Yaoguang Palace fell into an even more thorough and profound silence than before.

If the previous silence was mixed with doubt, wishful thinking, and weighing of options...

Now, in this deathly silence, all that remains is a numbness, a complete crushing of all will, a state so profound that even despair cannot be uttered.

one move!
Just one move!
A newly promoted Marquis, a top-tier fighter among hundreds of surrounding cosmic kingdoms, a being that countless beings look up to, was so easily defeated and brought to the brink of death!
The terror of the Evil Bone Marquis is no longer just a legend or a title, but has become an indelible mark, deeply etched into the soul of everyone present, in the most direct, brutal, and irrefutable way.

Those powerful and influential people who previously harbored thoughts of "taking shortcuts" and "bargaining" now felt a chill run from their tailbone straight to the top of their head, as if their blood had been frozen.

Looking at the Crimson Feather Kingdom's ruler lying in a pool of blood, his fate unknown, and then at the enormous compound eye outside the dome that indifferently watched everything, their last shred of hope and dignity were utterly crushed into dust.

……

With a single strike, he suppressed a high-ranking official.

This power, like an invisible mountain, weighed heavily on the hearts of every guest, crushing their last shred of hope and any thought of resistance.

"Hmph, too much nonsense!"

The sound of Xie Gu Hou, like the friction of millions of withered bones, echoed in the hall, each syllable seemingly carrying a chilling coldness that penetrated the depths of everyone's soul.

His thousands of scarlet compound eyes, like countless miniature blood-red vortexes, indifferently surveyed the silent "ants" below, reveling in their trembling souls.

Those cosmic rulers and business tycoons who were previously hesitant and weighing their options now lowered their proud heads, their bodies trembling slightly with uncontrollable fear.

Looking at the miserable state of the Crimson Feather Kingdom's ruler, and then at the towering demon, they finally understood the immense gap in strength between the two sides.

Revolt?

What to resist?
Should I use my fragile physical body, which is as fragile as paper in the face of a powerful figure who has been granted a title? Or should I use those schemes and wealth that are meaningless in the face of absolute power?

"I'll wait...I'm willing!"

"I will obey Lord Evil Bone Marquis's orders!"

"By the Demon God, we are willing to preach for the Demon God, create idols for the Demon God, and guide the people to believe!"

After a brief silence, a deafening roar of submission erupted.

One after another, the powerful and influential figures who usually held the power of life and death over millions of lives knelt down in a rush, expressing their obedience in the most humble manner.

They dared not hesitate for a moment, fearing that they would be the next ones to be smashed into mincemeat by that white bone seal.

As for the dignity of the human race and the faith of the people, what do they matter in the face of one's own life and death?
They had long been accustomed to treating the fate of hundreds of millions of ordinary people as chips on their chessboard, and now, in order to save their own lives, they offered them as sacrifices to demons without the slightest psychological burden.

The Evil Bone Marquis seemed quite satisfied with this, and a low, rumbling laugh, like muffled thunder, came from his ferocious mouth.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

Killing was merely a means to an end; what he truly enjoyed was the unparalleled pleasure of trampling the dignity of the strong underfoot and manipulating the fates of all living beings.

However, amidst this nauseating chorus of flattery and obsequiousness, just when everyone thought the situation was settled and no one dared to stand in their way, another figure slowly emerged from the crowd.

Contrary to expectations of intensity and ferocity, the figure's steps were steady and powerful, each step seemingly calculated precisely.

He was dressed in a long black robe, with a thin face and deep eyes. He was the ruler of the Qian Tian Universe Kingdom, another recognized giant in this star field besides the mysterious "Heavenly Profound Kingdom Lord".

He did not fly into a rage like the lord of Akabane, nor did he grovel like other powerful figures.

Although his face was full of solemnity, a puzzling calmness remained deep in his eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the Lord of Qiantian Kingdom walked to the center of the main hall. He first bowed respectfully to the enormous and unparalleled true form of the Evil Bone Marquis above him.

His posture was humble, but not obsequious; it was more like the most polite response a junior could make when facing a senior he could not match.

"Lord Evil Bone Marquis, your divine might is unparalleled, we are completely convinced."

The ruler of Qian Tian Kingdom spoke. His voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally steady and clearly reached the ears of every living being, instantly silencing the noisy sounds of worship in the hall.

The Hundreds of Scarlet Compound Eyes of the Evil Bone Marquis shifted slightly, landing on the Lord of Qiantian Kingdom with great interest, as if wanting to see what tricks this ant, who had not chosen to kneel, could pull.

The ruler of Qian Tian Kingdom continued, neither humble nor arrogant, "Your Excellency wishes to spread the belief in the Demon God, which is an unparalleled undertaking. We are under Your Excellency's divine might and should obey without question."

Upon hearing this, many of the surrounding guests looked puzzled.

Is this ruler of the Qian Tian Kingdom also going to choose to submit?

But his posture didn't seem to match.

As expected, the ruler of Qian Tian Kingdom changed the subject, his tone carrying a perfectly timed sincerity that seemed entirely out of consideration for the other party: "However..."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, but in reality, he was using the corner of his eye to quickly glance at the young man in black who had remained completely still in the main seat.

"However, this place is, after all, the first half of the 'Holy Academy Sea' of the human race's Holy Academy territory, and nominally, it still belongs to the human race's heartland."

"If we, these small border countries, were to close our doors and erect a few small statues to conceal our presence, it might be harmless, and the Holy Academy might not even notice."

"But if it is really as you say, that a nationwide worship ceremony will be held to guide the faith of hundreds of millions of people to gather together, such a huge commotion will probably trigger the Holy Academy's monitoring array immediately."

At that time, the highest lord will be attracted.

At this point, the ruler of Qian Tian Kingdom became increasingly "sincere," even carrying a perfectly measured hint of "fear": "My lord, the deaths of us insignificant people are a small matter, but if we delay the arrival of the Demon God's divine grace and ruin your grand plans, then we... we would truly be willing to die ten thousand times over!"

His words were perfectly worded and reasonable.

On the surface, he was expressing submission and offering advice and strategies to the Evil Bone Marquis on his "grand ambitions" to avoid risks.

But its deeper purpose is extremely malicious.

He is testing!

He was using the two mountains of "Human Holy Academy" and "Supreme Lord" to test the confidence and background of Evil Bone Marquis!
It would be impossible for a mid-level marquis to act so recklessly in the heart of the human race without having powerful backing.

The ruler of Qian Tian Kingdom wanted to judge the extent of this reliance by observing the other party's reaction.

If the Evil Bone Marquis shows fear, it means there is still room for maneuver.
If he remains arrogant, it means that the power behind him is enough to make him disregard the Holy Academy's usual deterrence.

More importantly, he's stalling for time!
From the time Evil Bone Marquis descended until now, it seems like a long time has passed, but in reality, it has only been a short moment.

The situation is constantly changing, and every moment of delay could introduce more variables.

The biggest variable, without a doubt, was Qin Feng, the "fierce god" who sat in the main seat and remained unmoved from beginning to end.

At this moment, the ruler of Qiantian Kingdom was engaged in an extremely complex game of strategy.

He couldn't see through Qin Feng at all.

This legendary "fierce god," faced with a deadly situation that would make any nobleman despair, remained calm and composed, drinking wine as if everything happening before him was merely a drama unrelated to him.

There are only two possibilities for this behavior.

Either this person is extremely arrogant and doesn't understand what the Evil Bone Marquis represents, but that possibility is extremely slim, after all, Qin Feng is a ferocious god who has emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Or perhaps he possesses an unimaginably terrifying trump card that can crush everything!
The ruler of Qiantian Kingdom believed it was the latter.

Therefore, what he had to do was to do everything possible to delay the time and create an opportunity for this "fierce god" to observe and make plans.

Every word he uttered at this moment was to buy time for Qin Feng, and at the same time, to convey a message to Qin Feng: I am still resisting.

“Haha…hahahahahahaha!”

A burst of laughter, sharper and more piercing than before, exploded like countless shards of glass scraping against everyone's eardrums.

The enormous bone centipede body of the Evil Bone Marquis trembled violently, and an even more terrifying and solid pressure than before, like a black river bursting its banks, crashed down!
puff!puff!puff!
Inside the Yaoguang Palace, the weaker galaxy-level guests were crushed into mincemeat and their souls were destroyed before they could even utter a sound under this suddenly intensified pressure!

The Lord of Qiantian Kingdom was the first to be hit. He felt as if billions of stars had crashed onto his Dao foundation at the same time. His protective divine light flickered for a moment, and his legs went weak. He almost knelt down on the spot.

He exerted all his strength to circulate his cultivation and barely managed to stabilize himself, but his face was already deathly pale and a trace of golden blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"You old codger, you're a bit smarter than that reckless firebird from before."

The laughter of the Evil Bone Marquis abruptly ceased, his tone filled with condescending contempt, "However, your vision is limited to this! How can an ant wallowing in the mud possibly fathom the ambitions of a dragon!"

"The Holy Academy? The Supreme Lord?"

The Evil Bone Marquis seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "Do you think I dare to act here? Do you think I am the only one who planned all this?"

His enormous head was slightly raised, and in his hundreds of compound eyes, a near-mad fervor and ambition were revealed.

"I may tell you the truth! Once this is accomplished, with the combined faith of seven hundred cosmic kingdoms, my Lord Demon God will personally bestow supreme divine grace to help me break free from the shackles of my bloodline and overcome the barriers of my cultivation realm!"

"At that time, I will rise to the top in one step and be promoted... to king!"

boom! ! !
The words "bestowing the title of king" were like two invisible hammers containing the power of the universe's birth and death, which slammed into the deepest part of everyone's soul, shattering the last bit of luck, hope, and fantasy in their hearts!
The difference between being granted the title of Marquis and being granted the title of King is only one word, but the difference is like heaven and earth.

Even though a Marquis-level expert is powerful, in the vast universe, he is still just one of the many powerful individuals.

As for being crowned a king, that is a true cosmic behemoth, an unparalleled being who can open up a holy land, establish an immortal legacy, whose words become law, and who can destroy a galaxy in the blink of an eye!

A top-tier mid-level title of Marquis has made them feel like they're facing their doom, and they're powerless to resist.

If he were to be promoted to the rank of king...

If that's not despair, then what is it?
That would be a true natural disaster!

It is an endless nightmare that has swept across thousands of surrounding cosmic nations!

At that time, all of them, along with their kingdom and their people, will become blood food and slaves at the feet of this newly crowned demon king, to be used at will!

"At that time"

The voice of the Evil Bone Marquis became somewhat distorted with extreme excitement, "The entire first half of the Holy Academy Sea, these thousands of cosmic kingdoms, will become my hunting ground! All of you will become my livestock! Hahahaha!"

The sound of wild laughter echoed through the Yaoguang Palace once again.

But this time, no one found it offensive.

Because everyone's mind had been swallowed up by the boundless darkness and fear brought by those two words, their thoughts had come to a standstill, their souls were trembling, and the world had lost all its color in their eyes, leaving only a gray despair.

It’s over.

It's all over.

The severely wounded Akabane lord lay on the ground, his eyes filled with endless sorrow.

He was not grieving for himself, but for the Crimson Feather Universe Kingdom and for all the human compatriots in this star field.

The Grand Elder and the bronze-masked creature revealed ferocious and triumphant smiles in the shadows.

What they want is this extreme despair!

Only in the deepest despair can the most beautiful flower of destruction bloom!

Just as the Evil Bone Marquis's laughter was at its most triumphant and rampant.

Just when the minds of tens of thousands of guests were completely seized by fear, at the most desperate moment.

In this space ruled by death and fear, a voice, calm to the point of being indifferent, suddenly rang out without warning.

The sound was not loud, even somewhat faint, yet it was like a red-hot iron needle, precisely piercing through the suffocating atmosphere woven from fear.

"is it?"

The two words were clearly heard by every living being.

The laughter abruptly stopped.

All living beings, whether they were desperate guests, triumphant traitors, or even the arrogant Evil Bone Marquis, were suddenly frozen in place, as if struck by a spell.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound.

There, on the most prestigious yet most overlooked seat in the entire hall, was the head seat.

The young man in black, who had been quietly drinking his wine from beginning to end, whether it was during a grand ceremony, the sudden death of the king, the bloodshed of the enfeoffment of marquises, or the impending death, slowly put down the white jade wine cup in his hand.

The bottom of the cup touched the table without making the slightest sound, as if it had fallen into nothingness.

Then, under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes mixed with astonishment, doubt, confusion, and pity, he stood up.

Qin Feng stepped forward.

This step was light, yet it felt as if it were on the pulse of the universe.

In an instant, an aura of terror, indescribable in any words, silently emanated from his seemingly frail body.

This aura was neither violent nor intense.

It has no light, no heat, no sound, and no form.

It is like the primordial chaos before the birth of the universe, the ultimate nothingness after all things have returned to silence.

As soon as this aura appeared, the entire sealed space created by the "Nine-Bend Yao Guang Sealing Marquis Formation" emitted a faint "crackling" sound, as if it were about to collapse under the strain.

The fierce and tyrannical aura that originally permeated the air, belonging to the Evil Bone Marquis, melted, disintegrated, and dissipated silently in the face of this aura, like ice and snow under the spring sun.

(End of this chapter)