High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 332 The Secret That Was Never Passed Down! The Rise of the Demon God! Qin Feng, the Fierce Dragon Crossing the River? The Supreme Lord!
"puff!"

Zhu Wuhou was struck as if by a star; he was sent flying backward, spitting out blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Heh! The Warband... I'll treat the Warband the way the Warband treats me!"

He forced himself to steady himself, coughing up blood, letting out a wild, beast-like laugh, his eyes filled with unyielding resentment and madness.

"Tough mouth!"

Qin Feng lost patience with continuing to waste words with this traitor.

He originally intended to kill them outright, but then he thought that a living traitor was far more valuable than a dead one.

Perhaps we can uncover more secrets about the "Cult of Ten Thousand Races" from his soul.

"Then... I'll spare your life!"

With a firm resolve in his mind, Qin Feng unleashed his final strike, his control of power reaching an unparalleled level.

His figure disappeared again.

In the next instant, he appeared behind Zhu Wuhou, extending a finger and seemingly casually touching the huge "Shadow Moon Azure Wolf" Dao Seal.

At his fingertips, pure black spiritual power and the power of the ultimate body merged perfectly, transforming into a singularity capable of annihilating all things.

"Bang... Crack..."

The indestructible Dao Seal of the Marquis was first met with a muffled thud by this finger, and then spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface, spreading throughout the entire seal in an instant!
Zhu Wuhou let out a shrill scream, feeling his very essence being destroyed by an irresistible force.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng's fingertip power changed again, and that destructive power instantly transformed into billions of tiny energy threads, which precisely drilled into Zhu Wuhou's body, destroying his spiritual core and shattering all the meridians and bones in his body!

But it preserved his most essential life essence, preventing him from being completely destroyed on the spot.

"Pfft."

Zhu Wuhou collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, his bones shattered and his breath faint, only a weak breath proving that he was still alive.

Qin Feng slowly walked forward, grabbed Zhu Wuhou by the neck with one hand, as if he were a helpless dead dog, and walked back to the brightly lit Yaoguang Palace. He then casually tossed Zhu Wuhou down next to the Grand Elder, who was already terrified.

The two culprits, one limp as a limp rag doll and the other near death and unconscious, lay side by side in the center of the hall.

Inside the Yaoguang Palace, an extreme and suffocating shock once again ensued.

The powerful figures present were completely overwhelmed.

If Qin Feng's instantaneous killing of the top-tier mid-level Marquis Xie Gu Hou was a display of his domineering, unparalleled, and terrifying attack power, then this was a testament to his power.

This time, with an absolute advantage, he severely injured Zhu Wuhou, a traitor who was also a veteran mid-level marquis, and precisely controlled his power to "capture" him alive. What he demonstrated was an absolute control over his own power that was extraordinary and exquisite!
The powerful figures present, all of whom had been granted titles, were fully aware of the situation.

The difficulty and technical skill required to "kill" an opponent of the same level are completely different from those required to "capture" an opponent of the same level!

The former only requires sufficient power to unleash all attacks.

The latter, however, requires not only overwhelming strength but also precise control over every ounce of power output—the ability to both destroy the opponent's resistance and preserve their life. This level of difficulty increases exponentially!

This shows that Zhu Wuhou's strength is so weak that he doesn't even have the power to make Qin Feng use his full strength!

At this moment, the image of "fierce god" Qin Feng became more three-dimensional and more unfathomable in everyone's hearts.

He not only possesses invincible martial prowess capable of instantly annihilating powerful enemies, but also absolute confidence and terrifying control to manipulate opponents at will.

He had already surpassed everyone's understanding of the word "prodigy".

In awe.

Boundless awe, like a tide, overwhelmed every soul in the hall.

……

In the center of the palace, two figures knelt, becoming the focus of the entire Cosmic Kingdom Alliance's attention.

The one on the left is the Grand Elder of the Linglu Kingdom.

This veteran domain lord, who once held immense power under the king and had lived for millions of years, was now slumped on the ground like a lump of mud.

His fine clothes were covered in dust and his own cold sweat. He was trembling like a leaf, and his face was as pale as a corpse that had been soaking for days.

His eyes were cloudy, his pupils dilated, his mind completely shattered by the overwhelming ferocity of the instantaneous slaying of the Evil Bone Marquis, leaving only the most primal, instinctive fear of death.

On the right is the "Bronze Masked Being"—Zhu Wuhou Mo Yun—who was just dragged out and captured alive by Qin Feng from among the guests.

In contrast to the Grand Elder's collapse, he presented a completely opposite attitude.

Although his Dao seal was forcibly destroyed by Qin Feng with absolute power, his aura was extremely weak, and his whole body exuded a sense of decay on the verge of death, his spine was still straight, like a broken sword that would rather break than bend.

The cold bronze mask concealed his expression, but it couldn't hide the eyes behind the mask's holes, eyes filled with resentment, disdain, and an almost morbid fanaticism. He knelt there, yet seemed more arrogant than everyone else standing present.

Before them, perched atop the still-warm throne of the Lord of Linglu Kingdom, was Qin Feng.

He did not release any earth-shattering pressure, nor did he reveal even the slightest bit of killing intent.

He sat there calmly, one hand casually resting on the armrest, the other holding a cup of "Yaoguang Immortal Wine," a specialty of the Linglu Kingdom. He would occasionally bring it to his lips and take a small sip, his posture as leisurely as if he were admiring the scenery in his own backyard.

The Crimson Feather Kingdom's ruler sat cross-legged not far away, while several powerful human warriors used precious elixirs to heal his injuries.

The ruler of Qian Tian Kingdom stood in the crowd, head bowed, trying his best to conceal his aura and make himself inconspicuous. His inner turmoil was far greater than it appeared on the surface.

As the patriarch of the Holy Academy's Qian Yue clan, he understood the true value of Qin Feng's title of "Fierce God" better than most people present. But he also hadn't expected that this title would carry such weight.

He glanced furtively at Zhu Wuhou kneeling on the ground, a bitter feeling rising in his heart.

Can the disparity between two people who were both granted the title of Marquis really be so vast?
The remaining hundreds of dignitaries from various cosmic nations and major chambers of commerce didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

They were enveloped by an invisible aura, unable to move an inch, and were forced to become spectators of this public trial.

They were filled with deep regret. They thought this was a feast to curry favor with the "fierce god" Qin Feng and seek immense wealth, but who would have thought... Qin Feng had seen everything and might even settle scores with them.

A deathly silence permeated the hall.

Every breath seemed to stretch out a thousand times, turning into a heavy boulder pressing down on everyone's heart.

In this suffocating atmosphere, a hoarse, shrill voice, filled with endless rage and fanaticism, pierced the deathly silence like a sharp knife.

To everyone's surprise, the first to speak was not the judge Qin Feng, nor the distraught elder, but the prisoner who seemed to have reached the end of his rope—Zhu Wuhou Mo Yun!

He abruptly turned his head, his eyes, hidden beneath the bronze mask, like two poisoned daggers, piercing the trembling elder beside him.

"coward!!"

With a roar that seemed to have exhausted all his remaining strength, the contempt and anger in his voice sent a shiver down the spines of everyone present.

"You lowly, soul-blinded waste!!"

Zhu Wuhou's chest heaved violently, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "Look at your ugly, groveling appearance! You have defiled our great cause! How could a despicable opportunist like you possibly understand or bear the glory of God?!"

His voice grew louder and louder, filled with a fervent defense of his beliefs, completely ignoring Qin Feng, who was sitting high on the throne.

It seemed that in his eyes, the "fierce god" who had just easily defeated him was far less infuriating and disgusting than the "coward" beside him who had betrayed his faith.

"Traitor! You think you can save your life by begging for mercy?!"
Foolish! Let me tell you, from the moment you knelt down, your soul was etched with an eternal mark of sin!
The gods will never let you go! When you die, your soul will be burned in the furnace of chaos for billions of years! Never-ending! Eternal damnation!!

These words are a judgment declaration from a fanatic.

His description of hell sent chills down the spines of many beings present.

For the first time, they directly experienced that the way of thinking of the members of this organization called "Cult of Ten Thousand Races" seemed to be fundamentally different from that of normal practitioners.

Zhu Wuhou's extremely vicious and angry words finally became the last straw that broke the Grand Elder's psychological defenses.

"what--!!"

The elder let out a shrill scream, a non-human roar born of utter mental collapse.

He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Zhu Wuhou, then turned to Qin Feng on the high seat, as if grasping at the last straw, and began to kowtow frantically.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

His forehead struck the hard, cold jade floor with a dull, violent impact, each strike delivered with all his might, leaving it a bloody mess in the blink of an eye.

Tears streamed down his face as he wailed incoherently to Qin Feng, his words slurred and incoherent:

"My lord! Lord Qin Feng! Don't listen to him! He's a madman! A complete and utter madman! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! Please! Please don't believe this madman's words!!"

Qin Feng remained silent, simply putting down his wine glass and calmly observing the farce unfolding below.

His silence, at this moment, was the most powerful catalyst, bringing the Grand Elder's deepest fear and will to live to the extreme.

The Grand Elder spilled all the secrets he knew without reservation, as if pouring out beans. His voice trembled and hurried, as if afraid that if he spoke even a moment too slowly, he would be met with that silent death sentence.

"It's a demon god! Behind all of this is a newly ascended demon god!"

The Grand Elder seemed to find a sense of catharsis and a value in his performance amidst the crowd's shock. He spoke even faster, explaining his motives with an extremely distorted logic filled with the fanaticism of an opportunist:
"Legend has it that at the edge of the endless land, a new god was born among the demon race!"

His divine kingdom has just been established, like a newborn universe, everything is in chaos, He... He urgently needs a huge number of believers and a vast territory to consolidate his divine position!
"My lord, can you understand? What does this mean for us... for us cultivators who have wasted millions of years on the path of cultivation, whose future is long gone, and who can only watch helplessly as our lifespans run out?"

This means opportunity! An unprecedented and immensely promising opportunity!

This is just like business investment in the mortal world! Those ancient gods, such as the emperors in human legends, or the ancient gods of other races.

Their divine positions have been firmly established for countless ages, their divine kingdom is vast and boundless, and their believers are all over the world.

To them, we insignificant domain lords are not even dust!
Their divine grace is incredibly stingy; they might not even bestow it upon you once in billions of years!

"But the new god is different!"

The elder's voice suddenly rose, full of seductive power, "The new god is like a newly established, massive business guild. It needs to expand, it needs to achieve results, and it needs to prove its existence to the entire universe!"
For all of this, He will bestow the most generous and abundant blessings!
Any 'elder' who pledged allegiance to Him in His early days will receive unimaginable rewards!

This theory of "potential stocks" left all the dignitaries present deeply thoughtful and shocked.

Although they despised the Grand Elder's betrayal, they had to admit that from the perspective of a purely selfish opportunist, these words were indeed fatally tempting.

For these powerful and wealthy individuals who have also reached the middle of their cultivation path and are beginning to feel lost about the future, who hasn't fantasized about immortality and a surge in power?

"Our plan...our original plan..."

The Grand Elder, trembling, extended his finger, tracing it across all the guests present, and finally pointing to Qin Feng on the throne. "It is to package you... all 783 cosmic kingdoms under your command, and the countless, trillions of beings on them, as the most generous 'welcome gift,' and offer them to that great, newly born demon god through a grand blood sacrifice ceremony!"

"boom--!"

These words were like a chaotic bomb that exploded in the Yaoguang Palace, leaving everyone's minds blank for a moment.

Sacrificing 783 cosmic kingdoms?!

Every ruler and noble present felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

They, their people, their nation, were, in the plans of these madmen, merely... a gift?!

Ignoring the shock of the crowd, the Grand Elder, in order to save his own life, unhesitatingly pushed Zhu Wuhou to the forefront, using him as a bargaining chip for survival.

"In exchange for this... in exchange for the favor of the Demon God! Let us become the first 'Chosen Ones' He has established in the heart of the human realm! With the blessing of the gods, we can attain the King-level realm!!"

"My lord! There's really no other way I know!"

He kowtowed desperately, blood splattering everywhere, "I'm just an executor whose mind was blinded by desire! A peripheral member!"
The real core secrets, such as the many secrets about the gods that Zhu Wuhou just mentioned, and those terms that they often mention that even I don't understand, like 'Mount of Immortality' and 'Seven Heavens Abyss'... all of these are with Zhu Wuhou!

He is the core member of the Myriad Races Cult! He is the direct contact for that demon god in this vast area of ​​the first half of the Holy Academy Sea!

"My lord! I've told you everything I can!"
I...I can even help you turn them to the side! The Myriad Races Cult is not a monolithic entity; there are many opportunists like me within its ranks!
I can dig them all out for you! Please... please spare my life, for the sake of my millions of years of arduous cultivation! I'm willing to be your slave, your servant for eternity!!

After saying that, he lay prostrate on the ground, his whole body pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to move an inch, waiting for Qin Feng's final judgment.

Inside the Yaoguang Palace, deathly silence fell once again.

But this silence was different from before. Almost simultaneously, a similar thought flashed through the minds of all the guests present:

Perhaps... Qin Feng will keep him?
This idea did not come out of nowhere.

From the perspective of a ruler, the value demonstrated by the Grand Elder at this moment is indeed very high.

First, he revealed the earth-shattering core intelligence of the "newly promoted demon god," which has extremely high strategic early warning value for the entire human territory.

Secondly, he pointed out the "Ten Thousand Races Cult," a malignant organization hidden within the human race, and revealed Zhu Wuhou as a core member.

Finally, he displayed extreme humility and subservience, and claimed that he could be used as bait to uncover more traitors.

Leaving behind a dog that can bite and lead the way is often more useful than killing it outright.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

While the name "Fierce God" is certainly terrifying, as the lord of a vast territory and the number one on the list of promising geniuses, weighing the pros and cons might be the most "rational" choice.

Even the Crimson Feather Kingdom Lord and the Qian Tian Kingdom Lord had a vague feeling that Qin Feng would most likely cripple the Grand Elder's cultivation and imprison him as an important clue for the subsequent investigation of the Myriad Races Sect.

All eyes were focused on the figure sitting high on the throne.

They waited, waiting for this "fierce god" to make his judgment and decision.

Qin Feng's face remained expressionless throughout.

There was no anger, no surprise, and no solemnity after hearing the earth-shattering secret.

He listened quietly to the elder's entire account, as if he were listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.

Qin Feng didn't say a single word.

There was no trial, no reprimand, not even a simple "I understand" response.

He merely lifted his eyelids slightly, his deep, black-hole-like eyes glancing indifferently at the prostrate, hopeful elder.

That's it.

next moment.

A wisp of pure black spiritual energy, finer than a strand of hair and purer than the deepest darkness in the universe, silently sprang from his fingertips resting on the armrest.

This wisp of spiritual energy did not cause any energy fluctuations, did not tear through space, and did not even stir up a gust of wind.

It's like a phantom that doesn't exist in this dimension—silent, invisible, formless, and traceless.

Even powerful figures like the Lord of the Crimson Feather Kingdom present couldn't detect its trajectory.

It instantly disappeared into the elder's brow.

Time seemed to be paused at this moment.

The elder, who was prostrate on the ground, froze instantly on a complex expression that was a mixture of fawning, pleading, and relief at surviving a calamity.

No screams.

No struggle.

There wasn't even the slightest hint of pain on his face.

Then, under the horrified gazes of everyone, a terrifying scene unfolded that they would never forget, a scene so terrifying it would haunt their dreams in the dead of night.

The Grand Elder's body, starting from the core of his soul, to his Dao imprint, and then to his flesh, bones, meridians... everything was quietly decomposing in a way that transcended the understanding of the laws of matter.

It doesn't turn into blood, it doesn't turn into chunks of flesh, and it certainly doesn't turn into energy.

Instead, it decomposes and transforms into the most basic and smallest particles that make up this universe.

His body was like a statue made of sand, gently yet resolutely blown away from the inside out by an invisible wind.

In the blink of an eye, the Grand Elder, who had lived for millions of years and once held immense power over a nation, turned into a handful of fine, grayish-white ashes on the spot.

A gentle breeze blew in from outside the hall, lifting the handful of ashes and letting them drift away in the wind, disappearing completely into the world as if they had never existed.

Both body and spirit perished.

No, this is more thorough and cleaner than complete annihilation of both body and soul.

The entire Yaoguang Palace was deathly silent.

Even the sound of breathing disappeared.

All the guests, regardless of their cultivation level or social status, felt as if their souls were being gripped by an invisible hand, their thoughts almost coming to a standstill.

"There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names."

This proverb, which has been passed down through the universe and is usually used to describe certain powerful people as truly deserving of their reputation, is given the most bloody, cruel, and profound interpretation at this moment.

Qin Feng, in the most direct, ruthless, and unquestionable way, declared a very simple truth to everyone present, and to the 783 cosmic nations under his rule:

Begging for mercy is meaningless in the face of this "fierce god".

For traitors, death is the only punishment.

……

Inside the Yaoguang Palace, there was deathly silence.

The source of that oppressive aura was neither the violent surge of spiritual energy nor the explicit pressure of laws; it came solely from a single gaze.

Qin Feng's gaze.

After executing the Grand Elder, he didn't even wipe away the non-existent bloodstains on his hands. Instead, he slowly turned around, and his deep eyes, as profound as the beginning of the universe and as calm as the singularity at the end, began to slowly sweep over everyone present.

As far as the eye could see, the air seemed to be sucked out, and time seemed to stand still.

The president of the "Golden Toad Chamber of Commerce" is a powerful figure who commands respect and whose words carry weight. He has been in the business world for thousands of years and has witnessed countless deaths and betrayals.

He prided himself on his unwavering will, saying he would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

However, when Qin Feng's calm and unwavering gaze fell upon him, he felt as if his soul had been ripped from his body by an invisible hand and placed under the cold starry sky for repeated scrutiny.

His shrewdness, authority, and experience accumulated over tens of thousands of years melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun in that one glance, turning into the most primal awe and fear.

Almost instinctively and awkwardly, he lowered his head, his heart pounding uncontrollably, and his back instantly soaked in cold sweat.

He is not an isolated case.

Whether they are the tycoons of merchant guilds who control interstellar routes and whose wealth is enough to buy several cosmic nations; or the unruly, independent cultivators who believe in "freedom and self-discipline"...

At that moment, everyone's reaction was surprisingly consistent.

He bowed his head, bent over, and suppressed all his breath.

The magnificent Yaoguang Palace fell into absolute silence for the first time since the wedding ceremony was abruptly interrupted.

The whispers of the guests, the arrogant shouts of the Evil Bone Marquis, the dying wails of the Grand Elder... all the sounds had faded away, leaving only the suppressed breathing of hundreds of star sector giants, and the silent tremor that came from the depths of their souls as that gaze slowly moved.

They knew perfectly well that from this day forward, the "sky" over this vast star sector had changed.

The seemingly young "fierce god" before us is no longer just a powerful dragon crossing the river; he has become the sole and supreme ruler of this star sector in the most direct, bloody, and irrefutable way.

Finally, Qin Feng's gaze swept over the last person and returned to the center of the hall.

He didn't speak, but the invisible pressure permeating the entire space only increased.

This is a more sophisticated method of control—after exerting extreme violence and intimidation, using silence to ferment fear, so that these big shots who are used to giving orders will completely and willingly give up thinking, place themselves in a position of being judged and dominated, and wait for his final verdict.

Time passed by in breaths, each breath feeling as long as an era.

Just as some of the weaker individuals were about to suffer a mental breakdown due to this immense pressure, Qin Feng finally spoke.

His voice was not loud, and he did not use any psychic power; it was as calm as if he were chatting with a friend.

However, this calm voice was more powerful than any thunderous roar, each word clearly engraved into the depths of the soul of every living being present.

"Everyone here has seen it."

A simple opening remark sent a chill down everyone's spine.

What did you see? You saw the top-tier mid-level Marquis Evil Bone Marquis, who didn't even have the right to run away from you, and died and vanished in an instant?

Did you see Zhu Wuhou, another rebel, captured alive as easily as taking candy from a baby? Or did you see the traitorous Grand Elder, who was executed on the spot without mercy even after begging for mercy?

Everyone has their own answer, but all answers point to the same conclusion—absolute and irresistible power.

"The current situation is turbulent and unpredictable. The infiltration of the Chaos God and the Cult of Ten Thousand Races is far beyond any of your imagination."

Qin Feng's tone remained calm, yet carried a certainty of stating a fact: "You have heard about the faith sacrifice of the demon god with your own ears. This is not alarmist talk, but a reality that has already happened around us."

His gaze lingered for a moment, seemingly unintentionally, on the few surviving, heavily injured elders of the Spirit Deer Kingdom.

"From this day forward, I, Qin Feng, do not wish to see any form of infighting in this star sector under my jurisdiction."

As soon as the words were spoken, the elders of the Spirit Deer Kingdom trembled violently, and an incredulous excitement and gratitude flashed in their eyes.

Their greatest fear was that after the king's sudden death and the Grand Elder's rebellion, the royal family would be weakened, and the country would inevitably fall into a long power struggle. They might even be taken advantage of by the neighboring, covetous cosmic kingdoms, ultimately leading to the destruction of their country and the ruin of their homeland.

Qin Feng's words undoubtedly provided a solid anchor for the beleaguered Linglu Universe Kingdom.

"Especially the Kingdom of Linglu,"

Qin Feng's voice grew heavier, like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of everyone with ulterior motives, "The king has unfortunately fallen. Royal affairs are yours to handle; I will not interfere. But..."

He abruptly changed the subject, and a chilling killing intent swept across the entire area like a cold current.

"...But if anyone dares to take advantage of this opportunity to stir up trouble and covet power that does not belong to them, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He uttered the word "ruthless" very softly, yet it involuntarily conjured up images of the Evil Bone Marquis's Dao Seal shattering and the Great Elder turning to ashes in everyone's minds.

The Second Elder of Linglu Kingdom, an old man who had been severely injured under the oppressive power of the Evil Bone Marquis, struggled to get up and pay his respects, but was choked by the surging injuries within his body and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Lei and Lingyao, who were standing beside him, were already in tears.

They were not only grieving for the tragic death of the king, but also deeply grateful for Qin Feng's protection at this moment.

They knew that if it weren't for Qin Feng's words, what awaited them would be internal strife and power struggles far more brutal than death.

These words saved not only them, but also the future of the entire Linglu Universe Kingdom.

"Secondly,"

Qin Feng's voice pulled everyone back to reality, growing increasingly cold, "Regarding the traces of the Chaos Faith and the Myriad Races Cult, this is not a matter for any one country or power, but a matter of life and death for our entire human race."

"From this moment forward, all cosmic nations, chambers of commerce, and forces must conduct a thorough self-examination within their own territories and jurisdictions. From royalty and core elders to ordinary peddlers and border guards, no corner can be overlooked!"

"I don't care what methods you use, whether you dig three feet into the ground or conduct a soul screening, I want an absolutely clean result."

"Anyone who covers up, conceals, or is perfunctory in their self-examination will be punished once discovered..."

Qin Feng paused, his gaze sharp as a knife, slowly sweeping across each face contorted with tension. "To be guilty of the same crime as a traitor is to implicate the entire nation!"

"boom--!"

The four words "punishment of the entire nation" seemed like four stars containing the power to destroy the world, exploding in everyone's minds.

Fear, unprecedented fear, like the deepest nightmare, instantly seized everyone's heart.

This means that once a problem is discovered, it will not only destroy individuals, but also the entire country, the entire race, and the entire legacy that has been passed down for hundreds of millions of years that they represent!

This is an ironclad rule, forged in blood and death, and cannot be violated!

The atmosphere inside Yaoguang Palace was extremely oppressive.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the new ruler's next words, as if awaiting final judgment.

Under this extreme pressure, enough to break even a Marquis-level expert's mind, Qin Feng's tone softened slightly without warning.

"Of course, I have always been fair in rewarding and punishing."

This sudden turn of events caused a slight easing of everyone's extremely tense nerves, like seeing a faint ray of dawn in endless darkness.

"I understand. The methods of infiltration by the Myriad Races Cult and the Chaos Evil God are unpredictable and difficult to guard against. It will indeed be very difficult for you all to eradicate them completely with your strength alone."

Qin Feng's words carried a hint of "understanding," which warmed the hearts of many of the kings present.

"Therefore, I hereby establish these rules."

"If any force or individual can provide valid clues about the Myriad Races Cult, the Chaos Evil God, or that so-called 'Demon God,' or even... personally kill its members, they can bypass your superiors and report the intelligence and achievements directly to me through the Crimson Feather Kingdom or the Qiantian Kingdom."

His gaze swept over the rulers of the Crimson Feather Kingdom and the Heavenly Heaven Kingdom, who immediately understood and respectfully bowed to accept the order.

"Once verified,"

Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it was full of irresistible allure: "I will bestow the reward in my own name."

"Qin Feng's personal reward!" These words made everyone hold their breath.

What does this mean?
The scale of the reward will far exceed the limits of what these space nations can imagine!

What kind of earth-shattering reward would a supreme being capable of instantly killing a top-tier mid-level Marquis offer?

"Those who have made outstanding contributions,"

Qin Feng continued to drop bombshells, each word striking precisely at the crowd's ambitions: "Secret techniques at the Marquis level, top-tier King-level treasures, and even..."

He paused deliberately, a hint of amusement in his eyes, looking down at the faces below, flushed with excitement and greed.

"Formal membership in my 'Wandering Merchants' group... is not out of the question."

"!!!!!!"

If the preceding warning plunged them into an abyss of fear, then this last sentence scooped them up from the abyss and tossed them onto the clouds of desire!
Wandering Merchants!
This term, which ignited the frenzy at the very beginning of the celebration, has reappeared!

That is a ticket to a higher level of life!
It is the only chance to follow an unparalleled being destined to stand at the pinnacle of the universe!

It is the ultimate dream for their families and nations to achieve upward mobility, moving from this barren star sector to the truly vast stage of the universe!

A secret technique for achieving the rank of Marquis? Precious! A King-level treasure? Rare!
But compared to the membership of the "Wandering Merchants" group, which allows one to follow the fierce god Qin Feng on his adventures across the universe, these are like fireflies compared to the bright moon!

In an instant, the oppressive atmosphere inside Yaoguang Palace was swept away.

Instead, a strange atmosphere, almost boiling over, a mixture of awe, fear, fanaticism, and greed, prevailed.

Everyone's minds started racing.

Self-inspection? We absolutely must conduct a self-inspection!
Moreover, the most severe measures must be used to root out all potential threats within the territory. This is not only to save lives, but also to present the first "pledge of allegiance" to the new ruler!
Clues? We have to find them!
We must mobilize all our resources, even if it means turning the entire universe upside down, to find even the slightest trace of those damned cultists!
Slay?

If there's an opportunity, we absolutely can't let it pass us by!

Fear and greed, these two most primal and powerful driving forces, were perfectly intertwined under Qin Feng's combination of kindness and coercion, transforming into an invisible net that firmly controlled all forces in this star sector.

They will no longer passively carry out orders, but will actively and fervently become Qin Feng's most loyal "eyes" and "claws" for that faint yet real hope.

"Yes, Your Majesty! We will obey Your Majesty's decree, thoroughly investigate the territory, and vow to defend the glory of humanity to the death!"

Led by the rulers of Qian Tian Kingdom and Chi Yu Kingdom, all the important figures present, whether sincere or not, bowed deeply and respectfully to Qin Feng, offering him the highest salute.

Their voices converged into a torrent, bursting out of the Yaoguang Palace, shaking the universe, and announcing the arrival of a new era to the entire Linglu Star System.

"Go away."

Faced with this overwhelming outpouring of loyalty, Qin Feng simply waved his hand dismissively, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Yes!"

As if granted a pardon, everyone bowed again and then quickly transformed into streaks of light to bid farewell and depart.

They didn't want to stay there a moment longer, and dared not disturb this "fierce god".

They knew that everything that happened in Yaoguang Palace today would spread throughout the 1300th War Zone and even further afield at a speed far exceeding the speed of light.

The title "Fierce God" Qin Feng will no longer be just a terrifying synonym; it will become the only and supreme iron law in this star sector.

Soon, the once bustling Yaoguang Palace became empty, leaving only Qin Feng, the ruler of Chiyu Kingdom, the ruler of Qiantian Kingdom, and a group of royal family members of Linglu Kingdom.

Inside the main hall, the stench of blood mingled with the aroma of celebratory wine, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Qin Feng glanced at the pale-faced and weak-breathing Second Elder of Linglu Kingdom, as well as the newlyweds Lei and Lingyao, who were still immersed in grief and lingering fear.

With a casual wave of his hand, several rare cosmic treasures, each radiating immense life energy and in various shapes, floated in front of the Second Elder.

One of the fruits was entirely emerald green, with dragon-shaped patterns running across its surface; the other crystal seemed to contain a nebula inside, slowly rotating.

"Take these to heal your wounds and, incidentally, to solidify your foundation."

Qin Feng's tone remained calm.

However, these few "trinkets" that he casually tossed aside were considered by the Second Elder and others to be no less than national treasures!

The life essence, so rich it was almost tangible, could make their injuries throb from a great distance, as if yearning to be healed.

"Thank you so much, Your Excellency! On behalf of the entire Linglu Kingdom, I kowtow to express my deepest gratitude for Your Excellency's life-saving grace!"

The second elder was so moved that tears streamed down his face. Ignoring his injuries, he struggled to kneel down and kowtow.

Qin Feng raised his hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force supported him.

His gaze shifted to Lei and Lingyao, noticing the lingering, eerie pinkish-purple aura of Slaanesh on their bodies, and their somewhat unstable foundations due to the surge in power. He frowned slightly.

"There's some trouble with the two of you. A blessing from an evil god is like drinking poison to quench thirst; the consequences will be endless."

He said slowly, "However, it's not without a solution. After I finish what I'm doing, I'll find a way to eliminate the hidden danger for you."

"Thank you, senior!"

Lei and Lingyao had extremely complex feelings towards Qin Feng at this moment, including awe, gratitude, and lingering fear about their own improved strength.

They bowed respectfully, deeply remembering this kindness in their hearts.

After calming everyone down, Qin Feng's expression returned to its previous calm and indifference. He turned to the Second Elder, whose injuries had been treated and who stood respectfully to the side.

"Arrange a secret room."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone of command.

"It must be the most secretive and the most solid, capable of isolating all detection, and able to withstand... the impact of a Marquis-level expert's self-destruction."

The Second Elder's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood Qin Feng's intention.

This is the final interrogation.

Interrogate the captured traitor from the Myriad Races Sect—Zhu Wuhou Mo Yun!
The Second Elder felt a chill run down his spine at the thought that the traitor possessed secrets about "Mount Eternal Life," "Seven Heavens Abyss," and even "numerous gods."

He knew that the upcoming interrogation would uncover a far more terrifying and profound undercurrent in the universe than today's "Feast at Hongmen."

"Yes! Please come with me, sir!"

The Second Elder dared not be negligent in the slightest and immediately bowed to lead the way, taking Qin Feng to the deepest part of the Linglu Kingdom's palace, which was also the most heavily guarded forbidden area.

(End of this chapter)