High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 346 Qin Feng defies the odds and becomes a king! He ascends to the top of the list of marquises! The world is shaken!
The starry sky was deathly silent.

With a single step, his majestic body seemed to stretch out the entire universe, and the furnace-like Dao seal behind him, capable of swallowing the sun and moon, suddenly manifested, dropping down countless strands of chaotic energy to firmly protect Qin Feng within it.

Thunderstorm King, Heavenly Cold Emperor, and dozens of other powerful figures from the human race who had been granted the title of King moved at the same time.

There were no superfluous words, only a sense of responsibility etched deep in their blood and soul.

One after another, dazzling Dao seals, each with a different aura, yet all equally powerful enough to crush eternity, soared into the sky, constructing an iron Great Wall in the starry sky, an absolute defense line forged with life and laws!

"Humans, you cannot protect him! The divine inheritance is for all who witness it! Today, this child will surely die!"

An ancient god, cast entirely in gold and possessing eighteen arms, roared, its voice booming and shaking the universe.

He unleashed all eighteen arms, each holding a different hand seal, evolving into eighteen distinct laws that transformed into eighteen golden divine chains piercing through the galaxy, striking towards the human defenses.

"Divine inheritance? It's nothing but an excuse for your greed!"

In the human race camp, a refined-looking king dressed in a blue robe snorted coldly. His name was "King of Blue Calligraphy," and he was in charge of the "Article" law.

A brush made of Daoist runes appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he wielded it in the void.

"Road to Road, very Avenue……"

Ancient characters, each imbued with profound wisdom, flowed from the tip of the brush, radiating boundless brilliance in the starry sky.

Each word seems to possess a life of its own; when arranged and combined, they instantly transform into a grand moral essay, each word a gem, each sentence resounding, forming an invisible spiritual barrier.

Boom!

Eighteen golden divine chains lashed fiercely against the barrier of the text, unleashing a deafening roar.

The ancient characters trembled violently, their light flickering, but they ultimately withstood this earth-shattering blow.

However, the Azure Calligraphy King also shuddered, and a trace of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he was under tremendous pressure.

This is just the beginning.

In an instant, hundreds of powerful kings from the myriad races faction attacked simultaneously.

What a devastating scene this is!
The Demon King unleashed a "Ten Thousand Souls Banner" crafted from the souls of countless wronged beings. Rolling black energy obscured the starlight, and countless mournful soul howls intertwined to form the most vicious curse, aiming to corrupt the Dao Seal of the Human King.

The Zerg Queen opened her mouth and spat out billions of fist-sized "Devouring Insects." These insects were crystal clear, ignored physical defenses, and specialized in gnawing at laws and Dao seals. Wherever they passed, even space itself was devoured, leaving large voids.

The mechanical race's king unfurled his body, transforming into a colossal star fortress. Millions of cannons lit up with destructive light, each beam containing the terrifying law of "logical obliteration," capable of forcibly altering reality and changing "existence" into "non-existence."

Even more remarkably, one of the Kings from the "Shadow Clan" was himself a pure shadow. He silently merged into the background radiation of the universe, traversing the boundary between light and darkness. The shadow dagger in his hand was aimed at the flaws in the Dao seals of every human King, waiting for the opportunity to kill him with a single blow.

The laws are fully revealed, and countless secret treasures await!
The entire starry sky was completely abuzz!
The dazzling brilliance here has lost its original color, leaving only the alternation of destruction and creation.

The chains of order, representing different laws, danced like wild pythons, intertwining, tearing, and breaking apart.

Each of the King-Sealing Seals, like the first stars born at the beginning of the universe, collided with each other. Each impact caused a large area of ​​void to collapse completely, turning into eternal nothingness, where even time could not flow.

The runes were like a sea, engulfing everything.

That is the embodiment of the Great Dao, the manifestation of the fundamental rules of the universe.

At this moment, these runes, which represent order, are engaged in the most chaotic battle.

The fire runes threatened to incinerate the heavens, the ice runes threatened to freeze eternity, the space runes were frantically cutting, and the time runes were pulling at each other, making the flow of time on this battlefield chaotic, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes as slow as a tortoise.

This place has been transformed into a massive and bloody meat grinder.

What kind of revered beings are those who have been granted the title of King in the universe?

They reign supreme over a cosmic kingdom, where billions of lives are determined to live or perish according to their will. They are the walking laws, the living legends.

The fall of any king is enough to trigger a massive earthquake affecting hundreds of star systems.

But here, their lives become fragile.

"what--!"

A piercing scream echoed through the starry sky.

In the human race, there is a "King of the Fists" known for his bravery. His laws are unparalleled in their ferocity, and a single punch from him is enough to shatter a life-bearing planet.

He fought alone against three kings of the same level from all races, his fist imprints surging and the laws boiling.

However, just as he was clashing head-on with his two enemies, the Shadow Clan's King appeared behind him like a ghost.

laugh!
The shadow dagger pierced his Dao seal core silently.

The King of Boxing's movements suddenly froze, and a thin black crack appeared on his fist seal, which was as hot as a furnace.

The next moment, cracks spread like a spider web, and finally, with a "bang," it exploded completely!

The Dao Seal shattered, and the laws dissipated.

The mighty body of the Overlord Fist King lost all its luster, and golden blood flowed from his seven orifices. He glanced back at the direction of the Devouring King, his lips moved but no sound came out. Finally, his body disintegrated inch by inch, turning into a rain of light that returned to the universe he had protected.

A rising star has fallen.

"Junior brother!"

The Azure Calligraphy King's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He wildly wielded the Great Dao Brush in his hand, and one "kill" character after another condensed into a heavenly sword, slashing towards the three Myriad Races Kings.

However, the attacks of all races became even more frenzied.

"Hahaha, good riddance! Humans, today is your end!"

On the other side, a "Blood Bat King" of all races was besieged by three human kings. After losing an arm, he seized the opportunity and detonated a one-time king-level secret treasure - "Blood River Map".

A raging river of blood appeared out of nowhere, stinking and containing extremely filthy laws; even a trace of it could corrode the Dao Seal.

A human king, unable to dodge in time, was swept up by the blood river, letting out a muffled groan as his Dao seal dimmed by a third in an instant.

"go!"

The Devouring King's voice was cold and steady as he commanded the battle while fending off the attacks of several top-tier kings.

The purpose of today's battle is not to annihilate the enemy, but to protect Qin Feng and preserve the hope for the future of humanity.

However, one figure clung to Qin Feng like a leech, his gaze fixed on him. There was no greed for other divine weapons and pills in his eyes, only a pure and intense longing, as if Qin Feng were his lost other half, the only stepping stone to his enlightenment.

Plunder the Heavenly King!
With each flap of his black wings, he could traverse endless space. On his wings, ancient and mysterious runes shimmered with a ghostly light, deflecting all the residual waves of the laws that were attacking him.

He was like the sharpest dagger, ignoring all other battlefields and piercing straight to the core, with only one target—Qin Feng!
"Your path is mine now!"

The Heavenly King's voice was like the friction of metal, cold and piercing.

He formed hand seals, and the void around him immediately began to distort, with countless runes springing up out of thin air, quickly outlining a vast and unparalleled cosmic array.

"Divine Path Secret Technique - Myriad Paths Returning to Ruins Formation!"

As soon as the formation was completed, a terrifying plundering force instantly enveloped the area where Qin Feng was located.

That power was formless and intangible, yet omnipresent, as if it wanted to plunder Qin Feng along with the [Primordial Fire], [Limited Body], and even his soul, and make them its own!

"Your opponent is me!"

At this critical moment, the towering figure of the Devouring King stood between the Plundering King and Qin Feng.

The furnace Dao seal behind him spun wildly, and an enormous black vortex appeared out of thin air, emitting a terrifying suction force that devoured everything.

"A divine duel? I'll see if your 'plunder' is faster, or my 'devour' is stronger!"

"The Great Dao of Devouring Heaven!"

boom!
The black vortex collided violently with the Myriad Dao Returning to the Void Formation.

This is no longer a simple clash of laws, but the ultimate showdown between two completely different "divine paths" of thought!

The "plundering" of the Heavenly King is to seize, to possess, and to turn all things into his own.

The Devouring King's "devouring" is destruction, return to oneness, and the turning of all things into nothingness.

The two supreme forces were locked in a stalemate. At their boundary, space appeared shattered like glass, and the laws of time completely failed here, blurring the lines between past, present, and future.

King Luetian's expression turned solemn. He had not expected that King Tuntian's strength would be so formidable.

He had been in seclusion for a million years, and his strength had long since reached its peak, making him a king. He was only one step away from the realm of divine prohibition, but the Devouring King was able to suppress him steadily.

"Break it for me!"

The Heavenly King roared, and his black wings suddenly spread open, each feather transforming into a rune array eye. His entire body became part of the array, pushing the power of the "Myriad Paths Return to the Void Array" to its limit.

"Humph!"

The Devouring King snorted coldly, a resolute glint in his eyes.

A crack suddenly appeared on his furnace-shaped Dao seal, and a devouring power a hundred times more terrifying than before burst forth from it.

This is burning the very source of the Dao Seal!
"not good!"

Alarm bells rang in the Heavenly King's mind; he sensed a deadly threat.

However, it was too late.

The giant hand of the Devouring King, formed from the laws of the Great Dao, ignored the layers of barriers of the formation and, in an illogical way, directly reached into the core of the formation and grabbed one of the Devouring King's black wings!

"what!"

The Heavenly King let out a shrill scream.

That hand was like the most terrifying millstone in the universe. The moment it grabbed his wings, it not only tore through his flesh, but also frantically devoured the array runes engraved on his wings, devoured his origin, and devoured his laws!

Stab it--!
With a tooth-grinding tearing sound, the Devouring King's entire left wing, along with half of his body, was ripped off by the Devouring King!

Black blood gushed out like a waterfall, each drop containing fragments of his severely damaged Dao Seal.

The Dao Seal of the Heavenly King, the array seal constructed from countless runes, was now half-shattered, its light dimmed to the extreme, and its aura instantly weakened.

"The Devouring King!"

The Heavenly King's eyes were filled with endless resentment and fear.

He acted decisively, the remaining Dao seal suddenly burst into flames, and his other intact wing transformed into an extreme black light, tearing through the void at all costs, instantly disappearing into it.

He escaped, but at a terrible cost.

The Dao Seal was lost by half, and its origin was severely damaged. Without hundreds of thousands or even millions of years of arduous cultivation, it would be impossible to recover, and it might even be permanently stuck here.

The Devouring King looked in the direction the Plundering King had fled, but did not pursue him.

His aura was also somewhat unstable, clearly indicating that the attack that burned his very essence had also taken a huge toll on him.

He glanced at the black wing in his hand that was still struggling and radiating terrifying energy, then casually squeezed it, completely refining it into the purest energy to replenish himself.

The entire battlefield came to a brief halt because of this earth-shattering blow.

Everyone was awestruck by the Devouring King's domineering and powerful nature.

"Qin Feng!"

Just then, the majestic and urgent voice of the Devouring King resounded like thunder deep into Qin Feng's soul.

"Go! Leave this place immediately! This is not a battlefield for you! You possess primordial secret arts and are the future hope of our human race. You must not be lost! We will cover your retreat, carrying divine arts to preserve the flame of humanity! Go now!"

Qin Feng remained on the edge of the battlefield, using the slight sense of spatial laws granted by the temple map, along with his own extraordinary speed, to continuously perform spatial jumps and dodge one deadly attack after another.

Even so, he still narrowly escaped death several times.

A fist from a "Giant Spirit Clan" king grazed past him, and the "suppression" law contained in that fist caused his [silver-white body] to groan under the unbearable pressure, his bones feeling like they were about to crack.

A wisp of "Soul-Eating Demon Fire" spat out by a "Demon Clan" king landed near him, and the mere aura it emitted caused his soul to feel a stinging pain like being pricked by needles.

He witnessed firsthand how, in order to intercept a "Bone Clan" king charging towards him, a "Frost King" from the human camp, whom he had only seen in records, unhesitatingly detonated his Dao Seal, using eternal ice to buy him three breaths of escape time.

Ice crystals bloomed in the starry sky, beautiful yet desolate.

The figure of the Frost King, along with the Bone Clan King, turned into the coldest dust in the universe.

Qin Feng's heart was bleeding.

These people are the pillars of humanity, heroes who guard the frontiers and protect hundreds of millions of their people.

But now, because of themselves, they are falling one after another like dumplings in this cold starry sky.

Blood rained down from the sky.

That was no ordinary rain; it was the blood and tears of those who had been crowned kings, the shattered laws of the universe, and the lament of the great Dao of the cosmos for their passing.

Each drop of blood rain was incredibly heavy, as if it carried the weight of an entire world.

His original plan—to fake his death and escape in the spotlight—seemed utterly pale and laughable at this moment.

This is not acting, this is war!

It is the cruelest meat grinder between races, fighting for survival and the future!
An uncontrollable anger and sorrow ignited in his chest, but he knew that now was not the time to act impulsively.

If he turns back, it will only lead to more people sacrificing themselves in vain.

"Master... all seniors... take care!"

Qin Feng silently recited in his heart. He took one last look at the battlefield shrouded in blood and fire, and at his master's towering figure, suppressing all his emotions deep within his heart.

The next moment, he no longer hesitated.

The Dao Seal of the Primordial Furnace operated at an unprecedented speed, and the Silver-White Body shone brightly. The newly cultivated Primordial Secret Technique of Kill and the Divine Art of Nine Tribulations Battle Scripture were simultaneously activated to their limits!
His aura surged, and his speed instantly broke through a certain limit, transforming into a streak of light that could not be captured by the naked eye, resolutely rushing towards the darkness deep in the universe.

escape!
Escape with all your might!
However, Qin Feng knew that his plan to fake his death could not end here; he had to die at the hands of the Golden Emperor.

The great battle continues, and the blood rain falls ever heavier...

The stars weep blood, the universe wailes.

The coordinates that had been boiling over by the appearance of the Seven Heavens Abyss and the Tomb of the Gods have now been transformed into the most terrifying meat grinder.

These great beings, revered as immortal pillars in their respective races, are now like soldiers on a mortal battlefield, throwing themselves one after another into the death vortex constructed of laws and secret treasures.

Qin Feng's figure, like a streak of light piercing through eternal darkness, had long since departed from that tragic main battlefield.

The resolute figures of his master, Devouring King, and the other human kings, along with their angry roars urging him to leave immediately, still echoed in his ears.

Without the slightest hesitation or sentimentality, he understood that the only thing he could do at that moment, and the greatest way to repay his comrades who had fought so valiantly, was to survive.

Carrying the complete legacy of the primordial secret technique [Kill], and the endless treasures that may exist within the Divine Tomb, survive.

His speed had long since surpassed the constraints of the laws of physics. His silver-white body traversed the void, each flash representing a massive leap measured in light-years.

However, even so, a chilling, venomous, and incredibly concentrated killing intent, like a bone-deep affliction, traversed endless space and locked onto his soul.

This killing intent was completely different from the chaotic and violent will of all races on the main battlefield.

It is purer, more private, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark abyss, waiting for countless years, just for this fatal bite.

Qin Feng felt a chill run down his spine; he knew that there were still some who had slipped through the net.

In that grand war that swept through hundreds of kings, there were always one or two who, either because they were relatively weak or because they were cunning enough, did not immediately engage in a deadly battle with the main force of human kings. Instead, they chose a path that they considered more "cost-effective"—hunting down themselves, the seemingly weakest but most valuable "prey".

"boom!"

The void ahead collapsed without warning.

It is not a simple spatial shattering, but a forced rewriting of the laws.

The originally smooth curvature of spacetime was forcibly distorted and folded by an incomparably tyrannical will, forming a scarlet barrier.

Above the ramparts, blood-red light flowed, and within it, countless lives seemed to wail and cry out, as if it were a wall of sighs built from endless blood and souls.

Qin Feng was forced to leave the faster-than-light state. He hovered expressionlessly in the void, his gaze calmly fixed on the figure slowly emerging from behind the blood-red barrier.

That was an extremely imposing demon.

He was ten thousand feet tall, his entire body covered in dark red, ferocious armor, from which flowed blood as viscous as magma.

He had the head of a lion, with a wildly flowing golden mane, and his vertical pupils burned with a fury and hatred powerful enough to incinerate the stars.

He had no weapons in his hands; his most terrifying weapons were his giant claws covered in blood-red patterns.

More importantly, the aura of law emanating from his body, although not top-tier among the many Kings, and even carrying a hint of the fragility of a recent breakthrough, truly transcended the category of "Dao Seal," having already inscribed his own will into the rules of the universe—the power of a King.

"Qin Feng..."

When the demon king spoke, his voice was hoarse and low, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a deep-seated hatred.

"I am the Mad Slaughter King! Blood Slaughter Marquis is my most beloved disciple!"

Sure enough.

Qin Feng understood.

The Blood Slaughterer, whom he defeated in a ten-thousand-year-long duel in the blood-red arena once dominated by the Chaos Evil God, indeed had a King standing behind him.

He never expected that this king would find him so precisely at this moment.

"Finally showing up?"

Qin Feng's tone was completely calm, as if he were not facing a powerful king capable of suppressing a cosmic kingdom, but an insignificant passerby. "Ever since I left the temple, you've been following behind like a hyena that dares not show its head. What, now that there are no other powerful members of my human race around, you finally have the guts to jump out?"

The Mad Slaughter King's golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted, his killing intent intensifying.

He never expected that his stealthy pursuit would be seen through so clearly by a mere nobleman. This was not only an insult to his strength, but also a mockery of his patience.

"What a sharp-tongued little beast!"

The Mad Slaughter King, enraged beyond measure, laughed so loudly that the surrounding meteorite belt instantly turned to dust. "You think I'm afraid? I'm just enjoying the prey's last performance before its death throes! If those old geezers hadn't fought so fiercely that the heavens and earth trembled, disrupting the celestial order, do you think you could have escaped this far?"

He took a step forward, and the laws of the entire star field trembled.

An intensely dense, bloody aura instantly spread out from him, enveloping Qin Feng within it.

Within this realm, the physical rules of the universe are weakened, and in their place comes the "Law of Slaughter" belonging to the Mad Slaughter King.

"I know you are exceptionally powerful, having slain tens of thousands of my demon race's marquises, and you also possess the divine inheritance, having stepped into the legendary 'forbidden realm'."

The Mad Slaughter King's voice was filled with the cruelty and pleasure of a cat playing with a mouse, "But you are ultimately just a Marquis! Between a Marquis and a King, there is a chasm called 'Law'!"

Today, I will let you experience firsthand how laughable your so-called 'divine restriction' truly is before this insurmountable barrier!

Before he could finish speaking, the Mad Slaughter King made his move.

His figure vanished instantly, and the next moment, a blood-red giant claw powerful enough to tear stars apart appeared above Qin Feng's head.

That was not a simple physical attack. On the five fingers of the giant claw, five blood-red chains of divine law were wrapped. Wherever the chains passed, space was corroded, time was frozen, and all energy and matter were degenerating toward the most primitive state of "death".

This is a crushing defeat at the level of a king, a dimensional reduction attack at the level of laws.

Faced with this deadly attack, Qin Feng's eyes showed no fear, but instead burned with a fierce fighting spirit.

"A natural chasm?"

He muttered to himself, a cold smile curving his lips, "Today, I will defy the heavens and utterly shatter this so-called insurmountable barrier!"

"Qiang!"

A clear gunshot rang out across the starry sky.

Behind Qin Feng, the Dao Seal of the Primordial Furnace suddenly manifested, and his silver-white divine body burst forth with dazzling light, with an aura of "invulnerability to all laws" flowing throughout his body.

Instead of dodging, he flicked his wrist, and a spear of energy formed from his own essence and spirit rose from below, fiercely meeting the blood-red giant claw.

This is a pure head-on collision!

"madness!"

Upon seeing this, the Mad Slaughter King's eyes flashed with disdain.

How dare a Marquis use his own Dao Seal power to directly confront the law attack of a King?

How ignorant and arrogant this is!

However, the disdain on his face froze the next moment.

"boom--!"

At the center of the collision between the spear and the giant claw, a blindingly bright spot of light erupted.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only absolute silence.

Everything within a million kilometers of the point of impact—meteorites, stardust, and cosmic rays—was completely wiped out at that moment, forming a perfect spherical "nothingness" region.

The Mad Slaughter King's blood-red giant claw was actually blocked!

Although the energy spear shattered into pieces the moment of impact, and Qin Feng was struck as if by lightning, flying backward tens of thousands of kilometers, with even a tiny crack appearing on his [silver-white body], he had indeed taken a direct hit from the furious attack of a King-level expert!
"How can it be?!"

The Mad Slaughter King cried out in alarm. He could clearly feel that the moment his Slaughter Law touched the silver-white body of the other party, it was greatly weakened by a strange power, as if it had sunk into a quagmire. Of its tenfold power, seventy percent of it failed to actually affect the other party.

"Is this your rule?"

Qin Feng steadied himself, shook his slightly numb arm, and his fighting spirit intensified. "That's all there is to it."

"You little beast, you're looking for death!"

The Mad Slaughter King was completely enraged.

To be attacked by someone who had been granted the title of Marquis was a great humiliation for him.

He no longer tested the waters; his domain as king was fully unleashed!

"Blood Prison Slaughters the God Realm!"

With a roar, the bloody domain centered on him expanded rapidly, transforming into a real, crimson world.

The sky was blood-red, the earth was paved with withered bones, and long rivers formed by vengeful spirits and blood rushed through it.

In this world, the Mad Slaughter King is the sole ruler, and his will is the supreme law.

Countless blood-red figures crawled out of the blood river, including evil spirits wielding bone knives and demon gods clad in heavy armor. Each of them exuded an aura comparable to a peak-level Marquis, and they surged toward Qin Feng in an overwhelming manner.

Although Qin Feng's [Silver-White Body] was immune to the erosion of most laws, he still felt immense pressure in a world completely constructed by the enemy's laws.

The space around him was squeezing him from all sides, and the stench of blood in the air was constantly trying to corrupt his soul.

"In my world, even breathing is a sin!"

The Mad Slaughter King's voice echoed like a god in the Blood Prison, "I will make you be ground into dust bit by bit in endless despair!"

Qin Feng took a deep breath, his eyes becoming incredibly focused.

He knew that conventional fighting methods were no longer sufficient to deal with the current situation.

The reason why kings are powerful is that they can create the "home field" most suitable for their battles.

To defeat a king, one must possess the power to break through this "home turf".

And this is exactly what he has been eager to verify since entering the "forbidden realm of gods".

"You say this is your world?"

Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the roars of billions of demons and gods, resounding throughout the Blood Prison God-Slaying Realm: "Then we'll see if your 'world' is tougher, or my 'gun' is sharper!"

The moment he finished speaking, Qin Feng's aura changed.

An ancient, primal, and terrifying pressure, seemingly surpassing all other powers, erupted from his body. "The Nine Tribulations Battle Scripture—First Layer, Activate!"

hum!
On Qin Feng's silver-white body, countless profound golden runes lit up. These runes seemed to come alive, flowing wildly across his body. With each flow, his physical strength, energy purity, and even the origin of his soul increased wildly at an incredible rate.

The minor cracks that appeared from the direct confrontation with the Mad Slaughter King healed instantly, and the entire divine body became even more translucent and indestructible.

The Dao Seal of the Primordial Furnace behind him suddenly expanded by a factor of two, and the Void Black Flame burning within it seemed to have been doused with divine oil, bursting forth with terrifying high temperatures capable of incinerating laws.

Double!
Spirit, body, energy—all fundamental attributes double at this moment!
"This is... divine magic?!"

For the first time, the Mad Slaughter King's voice carried a hint of horror.

He could sense that the energy fluctuations emanating from Qin Feng at this moment had far exceeded the scope of a Marquis, and were even more refined and profound than those of him, who had just entered the ranks of King!
But this is not over yet!
Just as the Mad Slaughter King was in shock, another completely different power awakened from the depths of Qin Feng's soul.

That was a "concept" that was pure to the extreme.

It has no form, no attributes, and not even energy fluctuations; its mere existence represents the most fundamental end and destruction in the universe.

"Primordial Secret Technique [Kill] - First Level, Approach!"

In an instant, the entire Blood Prison God-Slaying Realm froze.

All the roaring, charging crimson demons seemed to have been paused, frozen in place. The ceaseless flow of blood stopped.

The blood-red clouds churning in the sky also froze in place.

It's not that time has stopped, but rather that a higher-level law is suppressing it.

Faced with the most ancient and fundamental secret art of "killing," the "Law of Slaughter" of the Mad Slaughter King, which was formed from acquired killing and resentment, was like a counterfeit encountering a genuine article, and was suppressed and denied at its root!

"puff!"

The Mad Slaughter King suddenly spat out a mouthful of his primordial blood essence. His proud "Blood Prison God-Slaying Realm" shook violently under this invisible force, its laws began to become disordered, and even the edge of the world showed signs of collapse.

The shock on his face had turned into utter terror.

"Primordial...secret technique?! You...you actually obtained the complete primordial secret technique!"

He finally understood that what Qin Feng had obtained was not an ordinary fragment of divine art, but one of the eight primordial secret arts that constitute the cornerstone of the universe!

At this moment, with the support of two divine-level secret techniques, Qin Feng's aura has risen to a terrifying level that even the Mad Slaughter King would have to look up to.

He slowly raised his hand, and a long spear once again materialized in his palm.

But this gun is completely different from the one before.

The gun body is no longer a simple energy body, but is composed of countless [Nine Tribulations Battle Codex] secret patterns compressed to the extreme, shimmering with immortal golden light.

At the tip of the spear, a point of silvery-white light flickered, and within that light, it seemed, there was a universe that was constantly being created and destroyed.

Surrounding the entire spear was the intangible yet omnipresent concept of "killing".

Qin Feng's eyes were as calm as a lifeless starry sea.

He looked at the terrified Mad Slaughter King and uttered his final judgment.

“You’re right, there is indeed a huge gap between being granted the title of Marquis and being granted the title of King.”

"Now, I will use your life to make up for it."

"Killing Technique - [Inch of Light]!"

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no world-destroying phenomena.

Qin Feng simply handed over the spear in his hand.

That tiny, silvery-white spear tip vanished the instant it was thrust out.

It seems to transcend space, ignore distance, erase process, and appear directly in the result.

The Mad Slaughter King didn't even see Qin Feng's movements clearly; he only instinctively sensed an unprecedented and deadly crisis.

He frantically activated his laws, mobilizing the power of the entire "Blood Prison God-Slaying Realm" to create countless layers of blood-red shield walls in front of him.

Each shield wall is enough to withstand a full-force attack from a peak-level Marquis.

However, it was no use.

That single point of light pierced directly through the crumbling world barrier of the "Blood Prison God-Slaying Realm," penetrating the countless layers of blood-red shield walls, just like a red-hot iron piercing through thin paper, without encountering the slightest hindrance.

Finally, under the horrified and bewildered gaze of the Mad Slaughter King, she precisely and gently touched his brow.

It is the core of his laws of kingship and Dao seal.

"laugh……"

A barely audible sound.

The Mad Slaughter King's body froze.

He looked down at his chest, where there were no wounds.

I checked my own soul, and it was still intact.

He even had a fleeting illusion that the fatal blow he had just received might have been just a hallucination.
But the next second, the expression on his face froze.

Centered on the point between his eyebrows, fine silver cracks began to spread across his body of law.

"My...law..."

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with endless confusion and fear.

He could clearly sense that the "law of slaughter" that formed the foundation of his life and power was being "conceptually" erased from the most basic level by an incomprehensible and irresistible force.

That's not destruction, but "elimination".

It was as if all the paths and methods he had cultivated in his life had never existed in this universe.

The sharpness of 【寸芒】, enhanced by the "Nine Tribulations Battle Canon", has reached its physical limit.

The primordial secret technique [Kill] endowed it with the terrifying characteristic of "erasing the laws".

The combination of these two factors created the miracle of defying the odds and being crowned king!
"Crack...knock..."

Cracks covered his entire body, and the Mad Slaughter King's towering body of law began to peel away piece by piece like weathered rock, turning into the most primitive cosmic dust.

His golden vertical pupils were fixed on Qin Feng, filled with resentment, unwillingness, and a trace of undisguised...regret.

He regretted it.

He regretted ever provoking such a monster.

"I can not be reconciled……"

These were his last words in this world.

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body, along with the "Blood Prison God-Slaying Realm" he had constructed, completely collapsed, turning into a dazzling rain of light that eventually vanished into nothingness.

A demon king, the Mad Slaughter King, who had just entered the King-level realm, came to avenge his disciple, but ultimately followed in his beloved disciple's footsteps, and was destroyed in both body and soul.

Qin Feng hovered in place, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.

Activating both secret techniques simultaneously was extremely taxing on him, causing the Dao Seal of the [Primordial Furnace] to dim somewhat.

But the light in his eyes was brighter than ever before.

In this battle, he not only killed a King-level expert, but more importantly, he personally verified his own path and proved the supreme power of his "Divine Forbidden" domain!

He didn't pause for a moment, nor did he even savor the momentous victory.

Killing a newly appointed king might deter some villains, but it will inevitably lead to an even more frenzied and relentless pursuit by all races.

He reached out and took the only storage treasure left behind after the Mad Slaughter King's fall into his hand. With a sweep of his divine sense, he erased the mark on it.

Then, after determining his direction, he transformed into a streak of light once more and disappeared into the vast depths of the universe without looking back.

The road ahead is still long and fraught with danger.

But from this day forward, in this universe, there will never again be a newly crowned king who dares to face this human prodigy known as the "Limit God Marquis" alone.

Having defied the odds and become a king, Qin Feng has escaped death and forged his own immortal legend in this blood-stained starry sky.

But for Qin Feng at this moment, this was the perfect backdrop.

Since he reversed the demon race and became a king, he has not stopped or caught his breath for a moment.

That earth-shattering victory was like lighting an incredibly conspicuous torch in the dark jungle of the universe, both proclaiming his power and attracting endless potential hunters.

He understood perfectly well that while killing a newly appointed king might deter those with ulterior motives, it would only raise the threat level of those ancient beings who truly stood at the pinnacle of all races and regarded the inheritance of the "Divine Path" as their own to an unprecedented level.

The ensuing pursuit will no longer be a lone wolf revenge like that of the Mad Slaughter King, but rather a meticulously planned and inescapable trap laid by several, or even dozens, of long-established Kings.

So, he must disappear.

Disappear from all known waterways, disappear from all trajectories that can be deduced and predicted.

Qin Feng's figure moved through the Sea of ​​Nothingness. His silver-white body concealed all its brilliance, becoming simple and unadorned, perfectly blending into the deep dark background.

The immense consumption of activating the two divine-level secret techniques caused the light of his [Primordial Furnace] Dao Seal to dim, and a sense of fatigue also came from the depths of his soul.

But he dared not relax in the slightest, his mental energy highly concentrated, constantly making random and illogical spatial jumps.

With each leap, he would rewind time, erasing all spatial traces he left behind.

Each time he travels through space, he stirs up the thin cosmic dust around him, creating tens of thousands of false images that disappear in all directions.

His movements were extremely cautious, like an ant struggling to survive under the watchful eye of a hawk, even though he had just accomplished the feat of slaying a dragon.

This extreme caution contrasts sharply with his domineering decisiveness when he defied the odds and was granted the title of king, yet they are harmoniously unified within him.

This is Qin Feng's way of survival—in battle, he is as devastating as thunder;
When it moves stealthily, it is as silent as an abyss.

After an unknown amount of time—perhaps ten years, perhaps a hundred—Qin Feng finally stopped his desperate escape after completely shaking off the last vestige of the lingering sense of being probed from the depths of his soul.

He was suspended in absolute darkness, surrounded by nothingness that remained unchanged for billions of light-years.

He closed his eyes, and his immense divine sense spread out in all directions like an invisible tide.

He is looking for a suitable "nest".

This nest cannot be any known inhabited star system, where there are many eyes and ears, and under the influence of divine communication, it would be easy to expose its whereabouts.

It cannot be a completely desolate wasteland, because it needs a relatively stable environment to digest the gains of this battle and replenish its nearly depleted energy.

His divine sense extended through the void, sweeping over the remnants of long-dead galaxies, sensing the cosmic laws that had long since cooled in the river of time.

Finally, at the edge of the realm of divine sense, he "saw" an extremely dim point of light.

It was an ancient galaxy that was nearing the end of its life.

It is like an old man in his twilight years, whose internal stars have mostly died out, turning into cold white dwarfs or neutron stars.

The energy radiation level within a galaxy is extremely low, and the gravitational field is weak and chaotic. In the brilliant star map of the universe, it is so dim that it can be almost ignored, and may never have been recorded by any star mapmaker of any civilization.

Twilight Galaxy.

Qin Feng gave it a name in his heart.

This is undoubtedly the most perfect hiding place at this stage.

Without the slightest hesitation, he moved, transforming into a speck of dust, and silently merged into the twilight.

In an inconspicuous planetary system on the edge of the galaxy, he chose to land on a long-dead rocky planet.

The planet's core has completely cooled, and its surface is covered by a thick layer of cosmic dust. There are no signs of life and no resources worth mining.

Qin Feng ventured deep into the earth's core and carved out a simple cave dwelling.

Instead of immediately beginning his cultivation, he used an incredibly complex method to set up nine layers of formations around his cave to cut off the secrets of heaven and conceal his aura.

Some of this knowledge of formations came from his three thousand years of arduous cultivation at the Human Race Holy Academy, while the other part came from the demon race's inheritance contained in the Mad Slaughter King's storage treasure.

After completing all this, when the last array rune disappeared into the rock layer, and the aura of the entire cave merged completely with the deathly silence of the entire planet and even the entire Twilight Galaxy, Qin Feng finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

The nerve that had been taut ever since leaving the temple finally relaxed at this moment.

He sat cross-legged, his mind sinking into his body, and began to carefully examine his own condition.

The price of defying the odds and becoming a king is enormous.

The simultaneous activation of the Nine Tribulations Battle Canon and the Primordial Secret Technique [Kill] nearly drained 99% of the original power within his Dao Seal.

At this moment, the Primordial Furnace was dim and sluggish, and the Void Black Flame within it was like a candle flickering in the wind.

If it weren't for the solid foundation of the [Silver-White Body], any other Marquis would probably have had their Dao Seal collapse and exploded to death on the spot after unleashing that earth-shattering spear strike.

"It will take at least three thousand years to fully restore the original source."

Qin Feng calmly assessed the situation.

This is all under the premise that he possesses the [Primordial Furnace], a heaven-defying Dao Seal capable of devouring all things and transforming energy.

He probed his divine sense into the storage treasure that belonged to the Mad Slaughter King.

As a prince, his collection was undoubtedly very rich.

Various rare divine materials, healing elixirs, and unique cultivation manuals of the demon race were piled up like mountains.

Without any hesitation, Qin Feng activated the [Primordial Furnace], transforming 90% of its non-special resources into a torrent of pure energy to slowly replenish his own deficiencies.

Only after doing all this did he have time to reflect on what he had gained from that battle.

That was not just a victory, but a crucial "confirmation".

He proved that the power of the "Divine Forbidden" realm was real and true.

He proved that the combination of the Nine Tribulations Battle Codex and the primordial secret technique [Kill] possesses unparalleled power to subvert the laws and defy the heavens.

He further proved that the "path to the limit" he had taken had such terrifying potential that it was enough to give him the qualification to compete with the most elite beings in the universe once he reached the Marquis level.

"The rules of bestowing titles upon kings..."

Qin Feng closed his eyes, and the scene of the Mad Slaughter King's laws collapsing and his body disintegrating before his death replayed repeatedly in his mind.

He carefully contemplated the transformation from "existence" to "nothingness," and experienced how his power forcibly erased the "law imprint" that the other party had engraved in the universe.

This will have immeasurable benefits for him in the future in developing his own "rules".

Without realizing it, he had already entered a meditative state.

Deep within this forgotten twilight galaxy, at the core of this long-dead planet, the Ultimate God Marquis Qin Feng began his long and solitary period of hibernation and refinement.

……

Meanwhile, on the star battlefield that was once called the Seven Heavens Abyss, now only seven temples and one divine tomb remain, the fierce bloody battle that swept through the human race and countless other races who were crowned kings finally came to a slow end.

The war could not continue.

As the initial fervor and greed cooled with each and every cold corpse of a king, the remaining rationality finally regained its advantage.

This starry sky has become a true graveyard for kings.

The shattered fragments of the King-level treasure floated around like ownerless stars, and the residual aura of laws within them continued to unconsciously cut through space, creating terrifying spatial rifts.

The primordial essence that escaped after the fall of the King gathered into several magnificent yet deadly crimson nebulae. The immense energy and indomitable will contained within them will make this region a forbidden zone for life for billions of years to come.

Enormous corpses of kings, so large they dwarf planets, floated silently in the darkness.

Some were cut in half at the waist, some had their skulls pierced, and some were corrupted by strange laws, turning into twisted statues.

Each corpse represents a tremendous loss to a powerful clan and the end of a glorious history of cultivation.

The human faction also suffered heavy losses.

The Devouring King hovered in front of the formation. Several deep, bone-revealing wounds had appeared on his imposing body, one of which even pierced through his chest. Strange alien laws, like maggots clinging to his bones, were constantly destroying his life force within him.

But he still stood straight, like an immortal sacred mountain, protecting his fellow countrymen who were equally wounded and weak.

His gaze pierced through the ravaged battlefield and met the eyes of several ancient beings, equally radiating a terrifying aura, in the void within the ranks of the myriad races.

Without a word, they both understood what the other was looking at.

If the fight continues, a victor might be determined, but the price would be the loss of more than half of all the kings present.

It's not worth it to pit the top combat forces of the human race against all other races in a war of attrition that is almost mutually assured destruction, all for a legacy that they have already obtained but whose survival is uncertain.

At least, it's not worth it now.

The biggest variable—Qin Feng—has disappeared.

The ownership of the tomb has also been determined.

The core "target" of this war is no longer present.

Therefore, continuing to bleed here would lose its most fundamental meaning.

A Golden Ancient Clan King from the Alliance of Myriad Races took the lead in making a move.

Surrounded by golden laws as brilliant as the sun, he slowly retreated, and the ancient golden warriors behind him also retreated in an orderly fashion.

This action is like a signal.

Immediately afterwards, the kings of the various powerful races, including the demon race, the monster race, and the insect race, began to restrain their own laws and, with their respective peoples, slowly and cautiously withdrew from the battlefield.

Their eyes remained cold, their killing intent still boiling, but that relentless madness had quietly faded away.

The Devouring King remained silent, only nodding slightly to the human kings behind him.

Thunderstorm King, along with several other top human kings, stood guard on either side, leading the remaining human powerhouses as they slowly retreated.

The entire retreat was a long and oppressive process.

The two camps, like two giant magnets that attract and repel each other, are slowly separating while maintaining a delicate distance that could lead to conflict at any moment.

Until both sides withdrew from each other's attack range, until that tragic battlefield was completely transformed into a deathly ruin abandoned by both sides.

This war for the title of king, which began with the appearance of the divine tomb and swept across the entire universe's top combat forces, has temporarily come to a halt in such a mutually destructive and anticlimactic manner.

Everyone knows that this is not the end, but only the beginning.

When Qin Feng reappears, and when the secrets of the Divine Tomb and the Primordial Secret Techniques are truly revealed, a war of far greater scale, more brutal, and more insane than today's will surely descend once again.

The surviving kings, bearing their wounds and heavy hearts, each embarked on their journey home.

They need time to lick their wounds, time to process the enormous impact of this war, and even more time to build up their strength for the next clash.

However, at this delicate moment when the great battle had just ended and the starry sky had returned to its deathly silence.

A strange rhythm, indescribable in words, descended without warning.

This rhythm does not belong to any known form of energy; it transcends laws and ignores distance.

At that moment, whether it was Qin Feng, who was meditating deep in the Twilight Galaxy, or the Devouring King, who was returning to his ancestral homeland;

Whether they were newly crowned kings who had just experienced a bloody battle, or ordinary people billions of light-years away who knew nothing about the war;

Whether it's the territory of the human race or the domain of all races...

At the same moment, all living beings in the entire universe with independent will felt a tremor originating from the deepest part of their souls.

It was as if a pair of invisible, merciless, and supreme eyes slowly opened from above, looking down upon all living beings and scrutinizing this vast world.

The will of the universe!

Once again, it demonstrated its existence in a way that all living beings could perceive.

Immediately afterwards, an incomparably vast golden scroll, seemingly formed from the fundamental laws of the universe, slowly unfolded in the minds of all living beings and above the skies of every civilization.

Ancient and mysterious runes flowed across the golden book, each rune seemingly containing a complete universal principle.

That is a list established by the will of the universe, the most authoritative and fair judgment that measures the limits of achievement a living being can reach in a certain realm.

Countless beings, regardless of their cultivation level, subconsciously held their breath and looked up at the golden scroll that stretched across the sky.

They saw that the rankings on the scroll, both the "Imperial Conferment List" and the "King Conferment List," remained unchanged.

Clearly, the earth-shattering battle for the title of king, though fierce, was not enough to shake the ancient names on these two lists that had stood for countless eons.

However, when everyone's attention fell on the third list, which was once the least noticed by the top experts, a change occurred!

[The List of Officials]!
The original rankings began to flash intensely under everyone's gaze.

One by one, once brilliant names faded and moved down the social ladder as if wiped away by an invisible hand.

The entire rankings are undergoing a complete and disruptive reshuffle!

"What happened? Why has the list of conferred titles changed so drastically?"

"The last time there was such a major change was a million years ago, when the Heavenly King, who was already a marquis, fought against a newly appointed king and was undefeated, thus ascending to the top of the list!"

"Could it be that another peerless genius has been born?"

Countless exclamations and speculations resounded in every corner of the universe.

Those kings who had just withdrawn from the battlefield stopped in their tracks, their gazes fixed solemnly on the golden book that had appeared simultaneously in the void.

A premonition was brewing in their hearts.

The golden book shone ever brighter.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of all living beings, the flickering [List of Conferment Titles] finally stabilized completely.

A brand-new ranking was presented to all races in the universe.

Countless eyes, subconsciously, looked up from the bottom of the list.

The 900th... The 100th... The 10th...

When their gazes finally focused on the supreme position at the top of the list, which surpassed all other titles, the entire universe seemed to fall silent at that moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

Space seemed to be frozen.

At the top of that golden scroll, in a position that all those who had been granted titles could only look up to, a line of words written by the purest primordial laws, so brilliant that it could dim the sun, moon, and stars, was clearly imprinted in the pupils and the depths of the soul of every living being.

The list of conferred titles, number one: Ultimate Divine Marquis.

These seven words alone are enough to make countless geniuses lose their Dao heart and move countless ancient beings.

"Ultimate Divine Marquis"

What an overbearing and arrogant title! How dare they use "Limit" and "God" in their names!
When their gaze continued downwards, and they saw the battle records written by the will of the universe itself, which served as the basis for their ascension to the top of the list—

The entire universe fell into utter silence.

It was an incredibly concise yet earth-shattering description that contained enough to overturn the common sense of the entire cultivation system in the universe.

Record: Reversed the odds to become the king.

(End of this chapter)