High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 375 Conferring of the Emperorship! An Emperor Cannot Be Insulted! Qin Feng Unleashes His Divine Power! Deep Within the Feathered Clan Empire! The World Tree!
Qin Feng Universe City, Central Temple.

The crimson-gold divine light slowly receded into Qin Feng's body like a tide, and the imperial pressure that was enough to make thousands of laws submit and make the entire star field tremble also disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Qin Feng stood quietly in the center of the temple, looking no different from before his breakthrough.

He still looked like a human youth with black hair and black eyes, with a tall and straight figure and a calm expression.

However, if a top-tier Emperor were here, they would be horrified to find that they could no longer "see" Qin Feng's existence.

He was clearly standing there, visible to the naked eye, but when divine sense swept over him, he was nothing but emptiness.

He seemed to have transcended the web of cause and effect and laws of this universe, transforming into an independent and self-contained source of "Tao".

The mastery of the [Limit Body] technique gave him the absolute foundation to "overcome all techniques with sheer force".

Every inch of his flesh and blood, every cell, contains terrifying energy comparable to that of a miniature star, and is imprinted with the divinity of "immortality".

The integration of the Golden Emperor's Divine Fire imbued his soul and will with a trace of the "emperor's" authority from the beginning of the universe. This allowed him to reach an inconceivable level of control and suppression over the laws of nature.

Now, he is a true emperor.

Moreover, he is a unique emperor who walks the "path of limits" throughout history.

"After 300,000 years of seclusion, I have successfully broken through to a higher realm, but my foundation still needs to be strengthened."

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

His breakthrough was catalyzed by external forces. Although the process was perfect, the surge of power still needs time to settle and be controlled until it becomes second nature and not leaked in the slightest.

The situation at Mount Eternal Life is a trap set by over seven hundred powerful emperors from all races, and there's even a possibility that top-tier emperors or more terrifying beings are overseeing it. He must arrive there in his most perfect, peak condition.

Two hundred thousand years was the final preparation period he left for himself.

"To consolidate one's realm, one needs a vast amount of resources, and even more so, one needs to witness different 'paths' so as to draw inferences from one instance to another and enrich oneself."

He was no longer a naive young man; he knew all too well that working in isolation was not the way to go. A true strongman possesses an unyielding spirit honed amidst the hustle and bustle of the world, and remains steadfast on the only path after witnessing countless wonders.

With a thought, he instantly sent a command across endless space to "Thunderbolt," who was still stationed at the core of the Mechanical Race's territory as the "God Child."

"In the name of the Mechanical God Child 'Vanguard,' I hereby issue this decree. I will delve into the 'Chaotic Vortex' at the far end of the cosmic sea for an indefinite period of seclusion to seek the ultimate path. Until my return, all matters concerning the Mechanical Race shall be decided jointly by the Council of Elders."

This edict marks a reasonable and temporary end to the identity of "vanguard".

In this way, even if he doesn't show up for hundreds of thousands of years, it won't arouse any suspicion.

After dealing with the mechanical race's backup plan, he issued another order to the "Thunderbolt" main body that remained in Qin Feng's Cosmic City.

"I will be traveling and my return date is uncertain. Everything in the territory will remain the same. If there are any major issues that I cannot decide, or if I encounter a catastrophic disaster, you can contact me with this token."

A crimson-gold scale, formed from his essence and a wisp of imperial law, quietly appeared outside the temple and was respectfully put away by "Thunderbolt," who had been waiting there.

Having done all this, Qin Feng had no more worries.

He shed his divine aura and imposing presence, donned a simple black outfit, and concealed his aura to the extreme. He looked like an ordinary human king who had just embarked on an interstellar journey.

He took a step forward, his figure neither merging into space nor tearing apart dimensions.

He simply walked forward, and the void beneath his feet seemed to shorten automatically for him. In one step, he had already crossed the entire Qin Feng Universe City and appeared in the vast sea of ​​stars.

The name "Qin Feng" has been silent for far too long.

From this day forward, he will re-measure this universe for which he has fought and bled, in this most fundamental form.

……

A chaotic starry sea.

This is a no-man's-land where the human realm meets the three major realms of the demon and insect races.

There is no order here, the laws have collapsed, and countless meteorite belts and broken stars intertwine to form a natural labyrinth, making it the most famous lawless place in the entire universe.

Countless wanted criminals, desperate space pirates, and caravans seeking illicit deals converge here. This place is a breeding ground for crime, but also a paradise of wealth.

Qin Feng chose this place as his first stop for a very clear purpose—resources.

He needs a large amount of rare divine materials containing different laws and attributes to fill his "mini-universe" and verify his control over all laws.

In the Chaotic Star Sea, these things that are priceless in the outside world can be easily obtained as long as you have enough strength.

An ancient-looking shuttle travels at a steady pace through the chaotic asteroid belt.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged inside the flying shuttle, his eyes slightly closed. His vast divine sense, like an invisible giant net, silently enveloped an area spanning tens of thousands of light-years.

Within this region, the trajectory of every meteorite, the flow of every energy, the roar of every spaceship's engine, and the heartbeat and spiritual fluctuations of every living being were all vividly reflected in his mind.

He was like an observer from the highest dimension, coldly scrutinizing the scenes of slaughter and plunder unfolding in this chaotic sea of ​​stars.

"boom!"

Suddenly, three massive, jet-black warships, each bearing a ferocious, blood-red skull branded on its bow, formed a triangular formation and surrounded Qin Feng's shuttle.

An overwhelming pressure, filled with bloodlust and savagery, swept towards the small flying shuttle like a landslide and a tsunami.

"The Blood Skull Pirates?"

Qin Feng didn't even open his eyes.

This was the name he heard most often after entering the Chaotic Star Sea.

It is said that its three leaders are all infamous Emperor-level powerhouses with their hands stained with the blood of countless living beings.

"Listen up, everyone on board!"

A domineering divine thought emanated from the central flagship: "Hand over all your valuables and flying shuttle, cripple your cultivation, and we might consider sparing your body! Otherwise, your soul will be annihilated, and you will never be reincarnated!"

This is their usual opening line, full of undeniable cruelty.

In their eyes, this lone little shuttle was a piece of fat meat delivered right to their mouths.

However, their overwhelming pressure, enough to crush ordinary kings and even make novice emperors tremble, vanished without a trace when they approached within a hundred meters of the flying shuttle.

Inside the shuttle, all was still deathly silent, as if no one existed at all.

"Huh? That's interesting."

The divine sense on the main ship carried a hint of surprise: "He's a tough nut to crack. Second brother, third brother, attack together and crush him!"

"Okay, big brother!"

Two equally powerful auras of royalty simultaneously erupted from the other two warships.

The three overwhelming imperial-level pressures combined to form a gigantic blood-red claw composed of pure malice and the laws of slaughter, blotting out the sky and fiercely slashing down at the flying shuttle.

This strike was enough to shake the very foundations of a cosmic capital.

However, just as the crimson giant claw was about to touch the flying shuttle...

Qin Feng, inside the shuttle, finally slowly opened his eyes.

He did not use any secret techniques, nor did he invoke any laws.

He simply released a trace of the pure, material-based physical pressure contained within his fully realized [Limited Body].

Just a trace.

"Boom————!"

An absolute "force," indescribable in words, transcending laws and concepts, erupted with a thunderous roar centered on the shuttle!
The crimson giant claw, formed by the combined efforts of three emperors, was as fragile as a colorful soap bubble in the face of this pure "force".

It couldn't even put up a moment's resistance before collapsing, annihilating, and evaporating in an instant!
Immediately afterwards, this oppressive force swept over the three massive space pirate warships like an invisible shockwave.

"Click... click click..."

The once-sturdy armor of the ship began to crack inch by inch, emitting a mournful groan of despair. The energy system inside the warship instantly went awry and exploded.

The three king-level pirate captains inside the three warships were struck dumb.

Their proud royal domain was utterly crushed by this pure "force"!
Their imperial bodies were as if struck by billions of divine mountains simultaneously; their bones, internal organs, and souls were all transformed into the most primitive particles in an instant.

They didn't even have time to utter a scream before they vanished completely from the universe, their faces filled with horror and bewilderment.

Throughout the entire process, Qin Feng only opened his eyes once.

After doing all this, he closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.

A moment later, with a slight thought, the spatial equipment left behind by the three fallen emperors, as well as the vast resources accumulated over countless years in their warship treasury, transformed into three streams of light, passed through the broken hull, and flew into his shuttle.

The shuttle changed direction and slowly disappeared into the depths of the starry sea.

Only the wreckage of three warships, slowly disintegrating, remained, silently telling the story of the horrific events that had just occurred here.

……

Relics of the Myriad Laws

This is an ancient battlefield.

Legend has it that in a distant era, several supreme beings of the Venerable level once fought an earth-shattering battle in this place.

Their path is forever imprinted in this void, making this place a famous holy site for enlightenment.

Countless cultivators come here, hoping to glean a glimpse of supreme mystery from the remaining traces of the Venerable Ones.

Qin Feng also arrived here.

He walked slowly across the broken continental plates, the land beneath his feet having long lost its divinity.

The air was filled with various distinct yet equally powerful auras of laws that were terrifying to behold.

It possesses an unparalleled law of destruction that cleanly severed a continental plate spanning several light-years in circumference, leaving a cut that remains smooth as a mirror to this day, radiating a sharp aura that sends shivers down one's spine.

There is an endless law of creation that has created a strange garden in the void, where all kinds of exotic flowers and plants that have long been extinct in the outside world grow, each containing a powerful life force.

There are also unpredictable laws of time, which make the flow of time in certain areas extremely chaotic. One second is eternity ago, and the next second may be the future.

Qin Feng walked among them like a most devout pilgrim.

But he wasn't "studying".

Before each Dao trace, he would stop and observe it quietly.

The Primal Singularity was operating at high speed in his sea of ​​consciousness, performing the deepest analysis and restoration of these Venerable-level Dao traces.

He saw the essence of that devastating strike: a Venerable One had brought his understanding of "the end" to its ultimate expression.

He saw the source of that garden of creation, a venerable being's supreme understanding of the cycle of "life".

He saw the truth of that chaotic time: a tragic mark left by a venerable being attempting to reverse the river of time.

Thousands of different supreme paths, all of which have reached the level of emperors and touched the realm of "venerables," shed all their mysterious veils and revealed their most fundamental laws before him.

If it were the old him, he would have absorbed all of this with great eagerness.

But now, he simply observes calmly, then compares and verifies these "paths" with his own "path to the limit."

"This path of destruction is too extreme and has an end."

"This path of creation is too gentle, and has lost its edge."

"This path of time attempted to control the rules, but was ultimately trapped by them."

……

"None of them follow my way."

After thoroughly examining all the traces of Dao in this place, Qin Feng came to this conclusion.

His "Path to the Limit" encompasses everything, yet transcends everything. Whether it is destruction or creation, power or space, they are merely branches under his concept of "limit".

His path has no end.

Because the "limit" itself is without end.

Having grasped this point, Qin Feng's Dao heart became increasingly clear and complete. He had achieved his purpose for this trip.

He nodded slightly at the ancient ruins, as if thanking these unknown predecessors for providing him with a "reference point," and then turned and left.

……

Silicon-based divine realm.

This is a peculiar star field.

The stars here are not composed of ordinary matter, but of a peculiar crystal. The beings living here are not flesh-and-blood life forms, but silicon-based life forms with crystals at their core and information flow as their soul.

They call themselves the "silicon-based family".

The entire silicon-based society is like a giant, incredibly sophisticated central processing unit. Each individual is a computing unit; they have no independent "self" emotions, only pure "logic" that serves the entire group.

Qin Feng landed on a huge, diamond-like planet.

He didn't hide his figure, because here, appearance doesn't matter.

The silicon-based family of standards for judging a living organism is the complexity and energy level of its soul information flow.

The moment he arrived, all the silicon-based individuals on the entire planet stopped "computing," and the crystals on their bodies lit up simultaneously, emitting streams of information that converged in front of him, forming a giant face made of light.

[A high-dimensional information aggregate has been detected. Energy level: Unable to resolve. Threat assessment: Unknown. Please state your purpose.]

A cold, emotionless stream of information echoed directly in Qin Feng's mind.

Looking at the enormous face of light, Qin Feng spoke for the first time, his voice calm.

"I am just a passerby, and I am somewhat curious about your civilization."

Curiosity, driven by a non-logical emotion. Understanding.

The face of light flickered, seemingly processing the concept of "curiosity".

Traveler, you may access our public database to a limited extent. However, any attempt to damage or analyze our core 'mother hive' is strictly prohibited. Otherwise, you will be considered hostile.

"can."

Qin Feng nodded.

He remained on the planet for the next few decades.

He walked among these cities made of pure crystals, watching the silicon-based inhabitants communicate, produce, and evolve with unparalleled efficiency through the flow of information.

He entered their public database, an ocean of pure data.

He witnessed the entire history of this race, from its birth to its rise, and finally to the establishment of its vast divine realm.

He saw that their understanding of the universe was entirely based on "data" and "logic".

In their eyes, the laws are the underlying code of the universe; cultivation is about optimizing one's own algorithm to gain higher "authority".

This purely rational form of civilization deeply moved Qin Feng.

He saw another kind of "limit".

It is not the limit of power, but the limit of "logic" and "information".

However, he also saw the fatal flaw in this civilization.

"Pure logic brings extreme efficiency, but it also stifles all 'possibilities'."

"Without emotions, without desires, without individuals, your civilization, no matter how far it develops, is just a pre-programmed program that can never produce a true 'miracle'."

Before leaving, Qin Feng left behind this message.

That enormous face of light remained silent for a long time.

Your message has been recorded. Highest priority calculation is in progress... Calculation result: Paradox. Incomprehensible.

Qin Feng didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

He has gotten what he wanted—a completely new perspective.

……

The journey of travel has never stopped.

Qin Feng traversed the "Elemental Realm," composed entirely of pure energy, and witnessed energy life forms without a fixed form.

He stepped into the "Dream Galaxy," a kingdom built on spiritual power, and brushed past the Dream Eater Clan, who existed only in his mind.

He even infiltrated the Zerg's mother hive star system, and amidst billions of Zerg swarms, coldly observed the most primitive and bloody laws of evolution.

More than 100,000 years have passed in the blink of an eye under his footsteps.

His footprints have covered every corner of the universe. His knowledge has long surpassed that of any of the oldest books.

Through these journeys and witnessings, his realm of understanding has been honed to become increasingly refined and flawless, unfathomable.

Until one day, he received a message from an ancient interstellar black market that made him stop in his tracks.

"The Feathered Clan Empire will hold its once-in-ten-thousand-years Grand Auction, the [Ten Thousand Feathers Heavenly Pavilion], in its imperial capital, 'Heavenly Feather Divine City,' a hundred years from now. It is said that the grand finale of this auction is the essence dripping from the legendary 'World Tree,' a divine artifact associated with the Feathered Clan—the [Tears of the World Tree]."

The World Tree's Tears is a supreme treasure that is not a cosmic artifact, yet is more precious than many other artifacts.

It has no powerful offensive or defensive capabilities; it has only one function—to cleanse the foundation of one's Dao and nourish the soul, enabling the user's "Dao" to become purer, clearer, and infinitely closer to the origin of the universe.

"This is exactly what I need right now."

A glint of light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

His final preparations seem to have come to an end.

His next goal is already clear.

The Feathered Clan Empire, a pinnacle race located in the central region of the universe, renowned for its elegance, antiquity, and power.

……

The Feathered Clan Empire, as one of the oldest and most powerful elite races in the central region of the universe, possesses a territory far exceeding that of ordinary cosmic kingdoms.

Countless brilliant stars were enveloped in a soft and sacred white halo, the eternal radiance emanating from the core of the empire—the associated divine artifact, the World Tree.

The architectural style here is completely different from the grandeur of the human realm and the coldness of the machine race, and is full of artistic and natural atmosphere.

These cosmic cities are not built on cold, steel continents, but are cleverly integrated with the enormous "Celestial Tree" that floats in the sea of ​​stars.

Pure white jade intertwines with the branches of sacred trees, forming cities that resemble works of art. Countless winged people with luminous wings gracefully fly among them, like a mythical paradise.

After undergoing a rigorous but formulaic entry inspection, Qin Feng's shuttle smoothly entered this sacred territory.

He put away his flying shuttle and, as a powerful human king, walked on this land of alien races.

He did not go to the imperial capital "Tianyu Divine City" where the "Ten Thousand Feathers Heavenly Pavilion" grand auction was about to be held. There were too many powerful people there, and the place was full of spies, which was not suitable for his next plan.

This time, he came to the Feather Clan Empire not only to obtain the [Tear of the World Tree] to bring a perfect end to his two hundred thousand years of arduous cultivation, but also for another more important purpose—to settle a long-standing karmic debt.

The legacy of the ancient kings.

Back then, he snatched food from the jaws of death at the ruins of the ancient Luo King, obtaining the complete legacy of the ancient Luo King and the fragment of the token, the [Ancient Luo Bell]. At the same time, he also accepted a contract—to kill the Golden Emperor.

However, times have changed. He is no longer the galaxy-level cultivator who once had to look up to the emperor.

In his eyes, the Golden Emperor was no longer a life-or-death enemy that required his full strength to deal with. However, the Golden Emperor was connected to the entire demon race, and even more deeply, to the alliance of all races.

Before the final battle at Mount Eternal Life, he didn't want to expose himself too early because of this old grudge, lest he alert the enemy.

Contracts must be kept.

However, the method can be flexible.

There is another path in the contract of the Ancient King's legacy: if one is unable or unwilling to kill the Golden Emperor, one must find a worthy disciple in this universe to pass on his legacy.

The Feathered Race, as a top-tier race that has long been at odds with the Demon Race, Insect Race, and other races, is undoubtedly the perfect fertile ground to sow this "seed." The legacy of the Ancient Luo King is incomparably domineering, and once a Feathered Race prodigy cultivates it, it will surely become a major threat to the Demon Race in the future.

This can be seen as a way of striking down the Golden Emperor and settling the karmic ties with the Ancient King, from another perspective.

After visiting several bustling Winged Clan universe cities, Qin Feng finally chose a remote city called [Flowing Clouds].

【Liuyun Universe City】is not large in scale and is inconspicuous among the tens of thousands of universe cities in the Feather Clan Empire.

There aren't many powerful individuals here. The strongest among them is just a city lord who has just entered the Emperor Realm and has been in seclusion for many years, detached from worldly affairs.

This perfect "calm" is exactly what Qin Feng needs.

On the outskirts of the city, in a long-abandoned old district, Qin Feng used a few pieces of divine gold he had casually obtained in the chaotic starry sea to buy a small courtyard.

The courtyard was very ordinary, even somewhat dilapidated. In the courtyard stood an ancient locust tree that had been growing for countless millennia, with sparse branches and leaves.

Qin Feng didn't use his supernatural powers to repair it. Instead, he cleaned and tidied it up by hand like an ordinary person. It took him several days to restore some of the place to its former vitality.

Afterwards, he hung a wooden plaque in front of the courtyard gate, which he had personally carved from a branch that had fallen from an ancient locust tree.

The plaque bears two characters inscribed in the oldest pictographic script of humankind:
limit.

And so, the Ultimate Martial Arts School quietly opened in one of the most unknown corners of Liuyun Universe City.

There was no grand celebration, no congratulations from the powerful, and not even a single passerby.

Qin Feng's life became simpler and more regular than ever before.

Every morning, he would pick up a broom and carefully sweep away the fallen locust leaves in the yard, leaving not a speck of dust.

In the morning, he would bring out a deck chair, lie under the locust tree, brew a pot of tea brought from the human homeland, and quietly watch the streaks of light from the winged people streaking across the sky. He would lie there for a whole day.

In the evening, he would close the courtyard gate, sit cross-legged, and silently consolidate the imperial laws within his body, gradually integrating what he had gained from 300,000 years of seclusion into his bone marrow and soul.

His aura was extremely restrained. In the eyes of his neighbors—ordinary winged people—he was just a quiet, somewhat eccentric human outsider.

No one knew that this seemingly harmless young man, who swept the floor and drank tea every day, possessed a terrifying power within him that was enough to erase the entire Liuyun Universe City, and even this entire star field, billions of times over.

He is waiting.

Waiting for a destined person, a suitable vessel to carry on the domineering legacy of the ancient Luo king.

He wasn't in a hurry. He had plenty of time and patience.

This waiting itself is a form of spiritual practice, a way to refine one's state of mind.

However, the peace he sought did not last long.

……

On this day, Qin Feng lay on the recliner under the locust tree as usual, closing his eyes to rest.

The sky above Liuyun Universe City remained as peaceful and serene as ever.

suddenly!

"boom--!"

A violent sonic boom, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded without warning over the city!
A streak of light burning with silver flames, like a star shot down by a divine bow, trailed a long tail and crashed down from the end of the sky toward the old city where Qin Feng was located in an out-of-control manner!
Following closely behind was another, even more domineering and arrogant crimson streak. Like a leech, it relentlessly pursued the silver flame ahead. With each attack, it left a hideous crimson claw mark in the sky, as if it were tearing space apart.

"Ling Feng! You can't escape! Today is your death day!"

A divine thought filled with violent killing intent swept through the entire city like a storm.

"Red-Eyed King! You have betrayed your people and colluded with foreign enemies. The Speaker of the Council will never let you get away with this!"

From within the silver flames came a weak yet still furious rebuttal.

"Hahahaha! Speaker of the Council? Once I obtain the 'Wing of the Wind God' from you and present it to that great one, I will be the next Speaker of the Council! Die!"

The crimson light increased in speed dramatically, and a giant claw made of pure fire law reached out from the air, grabbing fiercely at the silver light!
"puff!"

The winged cultivator within the silver light was clearly at his limit. He barely managed to conjure a wind shield to defend himself, but it was instantly shattered. He was severely injured, spitting out a mouthful of golden divine blood, and his descent accelerated.

The direction he fell was precisely in the quiet alley where the Extreme Martial Arts Academy was located.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the Feather Clan cultivator named Ling Feng slammed heavily onto the street less than a hundred meters from the entrance of the martial arts school, creating a huge crater in the hard bluestone ground.

He struggled to get up, but one of his silver wings was broken, he was covered in blood, and his aura was extremely weak. He had clearly lost the ability to fight again.

On the recliner, Qin Feng's eyelids twitched slightly.

He didn't want to cause trouble.

But trouble seems to have come knocking on its own.

In the sky, the crimson streak of light slowly descended, revealing a middle-aged winged race member wearing crimson armor, with a pair of enormous wings burning with flames on his back and eyes that were a terrifying crimson color.

His aura was clearly that of a peak-level King!

He is the Crimson-Eyed King.

He looked down at Ling Feng, who was barely alive in the deep pit, his eyes filled with a mocking and cruel gaze, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"It's over, Ling Feng. Hand over the 'Wing of the Wind God,' and I can give you a quick death."

"You...don't even think about it..."

Ling Feng struggled, his eyes filled with unyielding hatred.

"Stubborn."

The mockery on the Crimson-Eyed King's face vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent. "Since that's the case, then you and this entire area will be reduced to ashes!"

He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, a fist-sized, crimson energy ball, highly condensed from the laws of destruction and fire, began to expand rapidly!

The terrifying power emanating from it caused the entire city to distort and groan.

He didn't care at all about the lives or deaths of other creatures in the area.

To him, it was an "honor" for these "ants" who were not even at the King Realm to be buried with Ling Feng.

At that moment, all the commoners of the Feather Clan in this alley, and even in the surrounding streets, felt that suffocating pressure of death.

They looked up in horror at the energy sphere in the sky, which resembled the blazing sun of the apocalypse, their faces filled with despair.

Some of those with weaker cultivation levels had already fainted under this oppressive force.

The Crimson-Eyed King thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of controlling the lives and deaths of others; a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Goodbye, genius Ling Feng."

With a wave of his hand, the energy sphere, powerful enough to completely erase this area from the map of Liuyun City, was about to hurtle down.

However, at this moment.

"Ugh……"

A soft sigh, seemingly tinged with helplessness, drifted out from the unassuming "Extreme Martial Arts Hall".

The sigh was very soft and faint.

However, in the raging environment filled with destructive energy, it reached the ears of every living being present with crystal clarity, including the Crimson-Eyed King in the sky.

The Crimson-Eyed King paused, his crimson eyes suddenly turning towards the dilapidated courtyard, his divine sense sweeping over it like a knife.

"Who?"

His divine sense, however, was like a stone sinking into the sea, receiving no response and detecting nothing unusual.

In his perception, that courtyard was like an absolute "void," where nothing existed.

This unknown and eerie feeling aroused a sense of vigilance in him.

But his pride as a peak-level king made him instantly suppress this wariness and turn it into rage.

"You charlatans! Die with us!"

Without further hesitation, he activated the destructive energy sphere and slammed it down! The target even included the eerie courtyard!

However, the anticipated cataclysmic explosion did not occur.

The energy ball, containing the full force of a peak-level King-level expert's attack, suddenly stopped halfway down.

It's like a video that's playing and then being paused.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The savage grin on the Crimson-Eyed King's face froze. He was horrified to discover that not only could he no longer control the energy sphere in the slightest, but even his own body felt as if it were being crushed by billions of invisible divine mountains, rendering him completely immobile!

An indescribable, incomprehensible, and irresistible supreme pressure had enveloped this world without anyone noticing.

This oppressive aura was not as violent and outward-radiating as that of the Crimson-Eyed King.

It is very quiet.

So quiet, just like the universe itself.

It was not directed at any individual, yet it instilled in all the creatures shrouded in it a primal, profound awe of the heavens from the deepest recesses of their souls.

"Squeak-"

The dilapidated wooden door of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall was slowly pushed open.

Qin Feng, dressed in a black outfit, walked out slowly.

He didn't look at the Crimson-Eyed King in the sky, nor at Ling Feng, who was seriously injured in the deep pit.

He merely raised his head, glanced at the destructive energy sphere that was suspended in mid-air, still radiating terrifying heat, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He reached out and gently squeezed the energy ball.

"puff."

There was no sound, no energy surge.

That energy sphere, powerful enough to level the entire city, vanished silently, like a shattered phantom.

After doing all this, Qin Feng slowly raised his eyes and turned his gaze to the Crimson-Eyed King in the sky, whose face was already pale and whose body was trembling violently.

At that moment, the Crimson-Eyed King felt that what he was seeing was not a pair of eyes.

Instead, it is an endless abyss containing the birth and death of the universe and the rise and fall of all things.

His pride as a peak-level king, his principles, and his will were utterly crushed under the gaze of that eye.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."

He managed to squeeze out those two words with all his might.

His voice was filled with extreme fear and disbelief.

The emperor's authority was overwhelming!

At this moment, the Crimson-Eyed King finally understood what kind of being he had provoked!
This fleeting yet vast aura of imperial might, like a nuclear bomb dropped into a calm lake, instantly ignited the entire Flowing Cloud Universe City!
Deep within the city lord's mansion, an elderly man in white feathers who was in seclusion suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with horror!

Within the city, several auras belonging to King-level powerhouses simultaneously soared into the sky, gazing towards the old city area, their faces filled with shock and awe.

"It's the pressure of an emperor!"

"Heavens! How could a king grace our Flowing Cloud City with his presence?"

"This aura... is terrifying! It's far more powerful than the City Lord's!"

In an instant, the entire Cosmic City was completely shaken!
No one could imagine that in this remote and tranquil cosmic city, there was actually a supreme emperor of unknown depth hidden!

……

Among the ironclad laws of the universe, there is an unwritten commandment, yet etched into the very bones of all living beings—

The emperor must not be insulted.

Deep within the pit, the dying Ling Feng also felt the supreme pressure that made even the soul submit. He struggled to raise his head and, through his blurred, bloodshot vision, looked at the black-clad youth who had emerged from the "Limit Martial Arts Hall."

A storm was brewing in his heart.

He couldn't imagine that the end of his desperate escape, this seemingly dilapidated old town, would hide such a terrifying being.

That oppressive aura was vast and serene, yet it carried an undeniable absoluteness.

He had once sensed the aura of the council president, who was at the peak of the imperial realm, from afar in the council, but compared to the oppressive aura before him, it was like the difference between a stream and a vast ocean!
Just who is this senior?

Qin Feng stood calmly in front of the martial arts school. His gaze finally fell on the Crimson-Eyed King in the sky, who had long since lost all will to resist.

He felt neither anger nor murderous intent.

His gaze was as if he were looking at a candle flame about to go out, or as if he were scrutinizing a tiny speck of dust.

For an emperor, especially one walking the "path to the limit," the peak of being crowned king is no different from being an ant.

From Qin Feng's eyes, the Crimson-Eyed King understood this absolute indifference that stemmed from a fundamental level of life.

A chill more terrifying than death itself instantly pierced through his soul.

He desperately wanted to beg for mercy, to explain, and to give up everything he had to buy a chance at survival.

However, he couldn't do it.

Within Qin Feng's domain of will, he was even deprived of the right to move his lips.

Qin Feng didn't even raise his hand, nor did he use any earth-shattering secret techniques.

He simply looked at the Crimson-Eyed King as if he were looking at a candle flame about to go out, and softly uttered two words.

"dissipate."

These two words were very light and faint, without any energy fluctuations.

However, this is not an attack.

This is a "sentence".

Therefore, the emperor, in his supreme position, issued an inviolable "decree" to the laws of this world.

What you say is what the law says!

The moment the word "dissipate" was uttered.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

There was no light, no sound, no ripples of energy, not even the slightest spatial fluctuation.

The Crimson-Eyed King in the sky, that invincible peak-level King-level expert, his body, starting from the outermost layer of armor, silently... disintegrated.

It didn't turn into ashes, it didn't turn into particles, it just... faded away into thin air.

Like a superfluous brushstroke that an artist gently erases from a painting.

His armor, his flesh and blood, his bones, his soul, his wings burning with flames, all the imprints of the laws he left in this universe...

Everything, in the blink of an eye, vanished completely and cleanly from this world.

It was as if he had never existed.

In the vast expanse of the world, only his spatial ring remained, helplessly falling from the sky after losing its owner's support.

With a casual wave of his hand, Qin Feng sent the ring into his palm as a streak of light. The entire process was fluid and natural.

This scene completely shocked the only sober audience member present—Ling Feng.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, and he seemed to have forgotten the excruciating pain he was experiencing.

What did he see?
Was that a miracle?
Do not……

That was more terrifying and incomprehensible than any miracle... divine punishment!
A powerful expert at the peak of the King-level realm, a top-tier existence who could rank among the top three in the entire Liuyun Universe City, was just like that... "said" away with just two words.
What a realm this is! What immense power this is!
Ling Feng felt that his worldview had been completely overturned and reshaped at this moment.

He originally thought that although the emperor was powerful, he was still within the scope of his understanding.

But the methods displayed by this senior in black had completely surpassed his understanding of the word "power".

at the same time.

Throughout the Flowing Cloud Universe City, the powerful figures who had been startled by the Emperor's aura fell into a deathly silence.

Deep within the city lord's mansion.

The white-feathered old man, the city lord, was originally preparing to set off to stop this farce.

But in that instant, he clearly sensed that the powerful and tyrannical aura of the Crimson-Eyed King at the peak of the King-level realm suddenly and completely disappeared from his perception.

It vanished without a trace, as if it had been forcibly erased from the string of the universe's laws by an invisible hand.

His body froze on the spot, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

"Instant...instant kill..."

"In an instant... he wiped the Crimson-Eyed King... from the very fabric of existence..."

The voice of this veteran king, who had lived for millions of years, trembled slightly.

He knew that he, and indeed the entire Flowing Cloud Universe City, had severely underestimated the terrifying power of this mysterious emperor.

This is no ordinary conferment of an imperial title!

This is definitely an unparalleled giant who has already gone extremely far on the path to becoming an emperor!

"Give me the order!"

He practically roared as he issued a divine command to the outside world: "Seal off the old city! No one is allowed to approach within 10,000 meters of the Limit Martial Arts Hall! Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy!"

"Furthermore, draft a formal letter of apology of the highest standard! No, I... I will personally go to apologize!"

He no longer dared to have any intention of "paying respects"; all that remained was to "apologize."

I apologize on behalf of that fool, the Crimson-Eyed King, for disturbing this great being's peaceful cultivation!
In front of the Extreme Martial Arts School.

After Qin Feng finished doing all this, it was as if he had only dusted off a tiny speck of dust.

He no longer looked at the sky, nor did he pay any attention to the powerful figures in the city who were terrified because of him.

His gaze returned to the deep pit, to Ling Feng, the young winged race member who was looking at him with a complex mix of awe, fear, and a hint of fanaticism.

Qin Feng frowned slightly again.

He had only wanted to wait quietly for a successor, but unexpectedly, he encountered a huge problem.

He doesn't like trouble.

However, looking at the indomitable fire in Ling Feng's eyes, which remained unextinguished despite his severe injuries, and the pure and sharp aura of the "wind" law emanating from him...

A thought suddenly struck Qin Feng.

Perhaps this "trouble" is the "destined person" he's been waiting for?
He didn't say anything, but turned around, pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, and slowly walked back into the courtyard.

A calm voice drifted from the courtyard and reached Ling Feng's ears.

"If you want to live, come in yourself."

As the sound faded, the wooden door creaked shut.

All that remained was Ling Feng in the deep pit, and the city filled with awe and deathly silence.

In the sky, a silent declaration seemed to still echo: the emperor cannot be insulted.

(End of this chapter)