High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 377 Farewell to the Golden Emperor! A battle to determine who is superior and who is inferior, and to decide life and death!

Time in the Heavenly Feather Divine City seems to be stretched out by an invisible force, with every inch of space filled with an ancient and noble aura.

As the core of the Feathered Clan Empire, this divine city itself is an unparalleled treasure, suspended above the singularity of the universe, absorbing the essence of billions of galaxies.

The [Ten Thousand Feathers Heavenly Pavilion] where Qin Feng resides is the heart of this divine city.

A hundred years is the passing of several generations for ordinary people, and a long period of seclusion for cultivators, but for Qin Feng, who has been traveling in the universe for two hundred thousand years, it is just a short rest.

During these hundred years, he lived in the exclusive space-time plane arranged for him by Wanyu Tiange, cultivating in seclusion and refining his immense power as an empress into a more restrained and harmonious state, like a bottomless ancient pool, calm and undisturbed.

His terrifying assets of 37 trillion gold coins of the Feather Clan Empire, through the most efficient operation of the Myriad Feather Heavenly Pavilion, have long been transformed into a dark gold card that shines with the patterns of the World Tree—the [World Tree Gold Card].

This card is not only a symbol of wealth, but also the highest level of credit certificate in the entire Feather Clan Empire, enough to make any emperor take notice.

Today marks the opening of the once-in-a-millennium top-tier auction event at [Wanyu Tiange].

Qin Feng was not in a grand hall bustling with people, but in a star system that had been independently carved out.

At the heart of this galaxy is a star emitting a soft white light, and its seat is located on a vibrant, life-bearing planet, within an ancient and elegant white jade pavilion.

Through the enormous light screen set up in front of the pavilion, he could clearly see the main venue of the auction—a dazzling plaza formed by countless fragments of stars. An old man with an unfathomable aura, dressed in the robes of a Feather Clan priest, was floating in the center of the plaza. He was the host of this auction, the highly respected [Emperor Yan] among the Feather Clan.

The entire auction venue was divided into thousands of independent time-spaces, just like the one Qin Feng was in.

Those who can enter here are at least at the peak of the King level, and the vast majority are powerful Emperor-level beings who enjoy great prestige in the universe.

Their auras, whether subtle or overt, could still be felt across the barriers of time and space, their terrifying pressure stirring up the laws of nature.

Qin Feng sat upright on a white jade bench, his expression calm and his gaze serene. He was like a true mortal, appreciating a grand event that had nothing to do with him.

His only goal on this trip was the World Tree Tear. Before this item appeared, none of the rare treasures in the universe could stir his Dao heart.

"Fellow Daoists, thank you for attending this grand millennium event of the Myriad Feathers Heavenly Pavilion."

Yan Huang's voice was gentle yet resonant, echoing clearly in every independent space-time without the aid of any amplification device, as if whispering right next to your ear.

His gaze swept across the void, seemingly able to pierce through layers of time and space, and see every guest.

"Without further ado, I hereby declare the auction officially open!"

The moment he finished speaking, a fragment of a star behind him suddenly lit up. After the light faded, a fist-sized object appeared.

The chaotic liquid, constantly changing its shape, floated in the air, as if countless galaxies were being created and destroyed within it.

"The first item up for auction is a wisp of [Chaos Origin Essence]. This item is the essence of chaotic energy condensed at the beginning of the universe. It has immeasurable value for emperors who cultivate the Chaos Dao or open up their inner universe. The starting price is one trillion Feather Clan gold coins, and each bid must be at least ten billion."

As soon as Yan Huang finished speaking, bidding information flooded the main screen like a tidal wave.

"Ten trillion!"

"Twelve trillion!"

"The Heavenly Emperor from the Thousand Machine Universe Kingdom has offered 1.5 trillion!"

……

Bidding was incessant, with every participant being a King-level being. Although Chaos Origin Marrow was precious, it wasn't a necessity for most Kings. Even so, the price was driven up to a staggering three trillion in just a few dozen breaths, ultimately being acquired by a mysterious King.

Qin Feng watched quietly, his gaze unchanged. Three trillion was enough to buy a small universe, but here, it was merely an appetizer.

Over the next few hours, one after another, treasures capable of stirring up a bloodbath in the outside world made their appearance.

There is the divine metal [Eternal Sand], which contains the property of "immortality" and can be used to forge royal-level natal treasures; there is the legendary [Fleeting Beauty], which grows on the banks of the river of time and allows the emperor to experience the passage of ten thousand years in an instant after consuming it, greatly increasing the possibility of enlightenment.
There was even a relatively well-preserved remains of an unknown "Venerable" level being, whose flesh and blood contained fragments of Dao principles that drove countless emperors mad.

The atmosphere of the auction was repeatedly pushed to a climax.

The wills of the powerful emperors clashed in the void, and each bid represented the foundation of a vast force.

Although they were in their own time and space, the tense atmosphere of confrontation truly permeated every inch of the space.

Qin Feng remained an outsider, observing with detached indifference.

These treasures were valuable, but to him they were all external things.

His [Limited Body] has been fused with [Undying Battle Remains Divine Gold], making him impervious to all laws; his [Primordial Singularity] Dao foundation encompasses all Daos, allowing him to comprehend the Dao without relying on external objects.

He is like an ancient sculpture, waiting for his moment.

Just then, a domineering, arrogant, and terrifying aura filled with metallic texture descended upon the entire auction hall without warning.

This aura made no attempt to conceal its aggressiveness, like a red-hot steel star crashing into the calm surface of a lake.

All the powerful beings in each independent space-time felt this oppressive aura.

Some of the weaker Kings even felt their Law-based bodies tremble slightly, as if they were about to be cut apart by the sharp intent contained in this aura.

"It is... [Golden Emperor]!"

"The king of the Starry Sky Beast Clan, the Golden Armored Beast Clan! What's this guy doing here?"

"Rumor has it that he has a bad temper and acts extremely domineeringly. It seems this auction is going to be quite a spectacle."

Subtle divine thoughts intertwined in the void.

Qin Feng's eyes finally opened slightly at this moment, flashing a barely perceptible glint of light.

He was all too familiar with this aura—domineering, tyrannical, and filled with a desire for destruction and conquest.

Golden Emperor!

That nemesis outside of "Furnace Village" who, in order to hunt him down, did not hesitate to give up the opportunity of "Mount Eternal Life" and was ultimately forced back by the combined forces of the five great emperors of the human race.

"Enemies are destined to meet."

Qin Feng thought calmly to himself.

He showed no emotional reaction to meeting his enemy.

After being promoted to Emperor and having traveled through the mortal world for two hundred thousand years, his state of mind was no longer that of the "Ultimate Divine Marquis" who needed to be patient and calculating.

In his eyes, the current Golden Emperor is nothing more than a slightly uncomfortable pebble.

If this place weren't the capital of the Feather Clan, he wouldn't even mind erasing it casually.

Of course, meeting him here saves him the trouble of having to come to settle the karmic debt later.

The arrival of the Golden Emperor instantly made the originally lively atmosphere somewhat solemn.

In his independent space-time, the light shone brightly, transforming into a dazzling golden sun, showcasing his unparalleled presence.

Just then, Yanhuang launched a new item for auction.

It was a piece of bluish-green metal the size of a millstone, its surface covered with natural patterns, exuding an aura of weight, resilience, and the capacity to bear all things.

"【Eternal Void Bronze Mother】, a top-tier divine material for forging defensive royal-grade treasures. Its 'Void Azure' characteristic can greatly weaken law-based attacks. This item has been extinct in the universe for countless epochs, and its value needs no further explanation."

The Emperor Yan's voice rang out again, "Starting bid: five trillion!"

It's an amazing price, but it's great value for money for those who need it.

"5.1 trillion."

A slightly hesitant voice rang out, originating from an independent dimension where a king resided. Clearly, this king was making a bid for the emperor behind him, or perhaps he had exhausted all his resources.

"5.5 trillion."

Another emperor immediately followed suit.

"Six trillion."

Prices rose steadily and soon broke through the eight trillion mark.

The first person to make the bid, who was then a prince, already had a tremor in his voice, but it was also filled with determination.

"Eighty-three trillion! This is the entire fortune of the Thousand Feather King! I humbly request that you emperors grant me this favor!"

He even revealed his name, hoping to deter his competitors.

However, the instant his words fell, a cold sound, like the friction of metal, came from that golden sun-like space-time.

"Ten trillion."

These three words, though few, contain an unquestionable will.

The entire auction hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone knew that it was Jin Huang who had made the move.

Instead of gradually increasing the price, he raised it all at once to a level that would make most of the newly crowned emperors feel the pinch.

This is not just a bidding war, but a demonstration, a domineering declaration.

The light in the independent space-time where the king named "Thousand Feather King" resided flickered, and his aura instantly weakened. He knew that he had completely lost his chance.

Faced with a figure as fearsome as the Golden Emperor, if he dared to raise the price again, even if he managed to win the bid, he would likely not leave Tianyu Divine City. This was no longer a competition of wealth, but a blatant act of intimidation.

"His Majesty the Golden Emperor has offered ten trillion. Is there anyone offering a higher bid?"

Yan Huang's voice remained steady, but he sighed inwardly. The rule of the Myriad Feathers Pavilion was that the highest bidder won, but in the face of absolute strength and prestige, the so-called rules sometimes seemed pale.

Silence fell over the hall. No one was willing to offend the mad beast, the Golden Emperor, for a treasure that wasn't even a matter of life and death.

"Since no one is bidding higher, then the [Eternal Void Bronze Mother]..."

"Ten trillion and one hundred billion."

Just as Yan Huang was about to bring down his hammer, an extremely calm voice drifted out from the inconspicuous, independent space-time where Qin Feng was.

The voice was soft, devoid of any emotion, and released no pressure whatsoever; it was simply stating a fact.

However, this calm voice was like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, instantly plunging the entire auction hall into a deathly silence.

At this moment, the will of all the powerful figures was unanimously directed towards Qin Feng's location.

crazy!

This was the first thought in everyone's mind.

After Jin Huang had already displayed an overbearing attitude of being determined to win, and suppressed everyone in the room with his absolute power, someone still dared to jump out and raise the price in such a provocative way, by only adding 10 billion!

This isn't an auction, this is a slap in the face to Golden Emperor!

"boom!!!"

The golden sun instantly burst forth with billions of golden rays, and the terrifying imperial pressure, like a materialized tsunami, swept towards Qin Feng's location!

The entire auction house was in a state of violent tremor, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"Who dares to oppose me, the Emperor?!"

The Golden Emperor's roar transformed into a tangible storm of laws.

His enormous phantom form, a ferocious beast clad in golden armor and bearing a single horn, appeared and disappeared in its own independent space-time, its eyes, comparable to those of a star, burning with a fury powerful enough to incinerate galaxies.

However, this oppressive force, powerful enough to make even an ordinary emperor lose his composure, vanished as it approached the star system where Qin Feng was located, disappearing without a trace as if it were a mud ox sinking into the sea. It was silently dissolved by an invisible barrier, and not even a ripple could be stirred up.

Qin Feng remained seated in the pavilion, not even lifting his eyelids, as if the earth-shattering wrath of the emperor outside was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

This scene sent a chill down the spines of all the emperors who were secretly observing.

Having withstood the Golden Emperor's wrathful pressure unscathed, this mysterious bidder is definitely a being of the same level, or even... stronger!
A glint flashed in the eyes of the Feather Clan's Flame Emperor, and he declared loudly, "The use of force is forbidden within the [Ten Thousand Feathers Heavenly Pavilion]. Your Majesty, the Golden Emperor, please exercise restraint. This distinguished guest has offered 10.01 trillion; the bid is valid. Now, is there a higher offer?"

His words timely suppressed the Golden Emperor's impending rage. After all, this was the territory of the Feather Clan, and no matter how domineering the Golden Emperor was, he dared not openly challenge an ancient Feather Clan emperor whose strength was no less than his own, nor the rules of the entire Myriad Feather Heavenly Pavilion.

The Golden Emperor's anger subsided slightly, but his cold, beastly eyes remained fixed on Qin Feng's direction. His icy voice rang out again: "Very well. I'd like to see just how much wealth you possess! Eleven trillion!"

He raised the price significantly again, attempting to overwhelm the other party with his financial power.

"1.1 trillion."

Qin Feng's voice, devoid of any warmth or cynicism, followed closely behind, still stating exactly 10 billion.

This feeling is like a monstrous beast charging with all its might, only to be repeatedly tossed about by a light feather, leaving it powerless and extremely frustrated.

"You're asking for death!" Jin Huang's patience had reached its limit.

"Twelve trillion!" he roared.

"12.01 trillion." Qin Feng's voice remained calm and composed.

"..."

Inside the hall, all the emperors held their breath, watching this sudden and fierce battle with great interest. They could all see that this was no longer a matter of the treasure's intrinsic value, but rather a clash of wills between two top experts.

That mysterious person was clearly determined to disgust the Golden Emperor.

The Golden Emperor's massive body undulated violently within his own space-time, his heavy breathing sounding like a cosmic storm brewing. He desperately suppressed the urge to attack, his divine sense frantically sweeping across the area where Qin Feng was, attempting to discern the other's true identity.

However, that galaxy was shrouded in a layer of mist he couldn't see through. Whenever his divine sense approached, it would be gently repelled by a perfectly harmonious and boundless force. This feeling gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

It was as if... he had sensed a similar aura somewhere before.

It was an extreme restraint, as if it contained the entire universe within itself, yet showed no sharpness on the surface. But it was precisely this restraint that made him feel uneasy.

who is it?

Is it the [Heavenly Mystery Emperor] who caused him such a great loss outside "Mount Eternal Life"?
No, the Dao of the Heavenly Emperor is the elusive and uncertain trajectory of fate, not this all-encompassing sense of destiny.

Is it the Netherworld Emperor, with whom I had a grudge in the Chaos Ruins?
No, that's not right either. The aura of the Netherworld Emperor is cold and deathly, completely opposite to this aura.

In Jin Huang's mind, the names of hundreds and thousands of powerful figures who had clashed with him or even formed deadly enmities flashed through his mind.

As the emperor of the Starry Sky Beast race, he has lived for tens of millions of years, conquering all directions and offending countless powerful figures.

For a moment, he was completely unable to match this familiar yet unfamiliar aura with any of his enemies from his memory.

Perhaps it's some nobody I easily crushed who has risen to power and is now seeking revenge?
Thinking of this, the killing intent in Jin Huang's eyes intensified.

Such things were not uncommon in his long life. But he didn't care. Whoever dared to challenge the majesty of his Golden Armored Beast Clan would only meet one fate—death!

"Fifteen trillion!"

The Golden Emperor made his final offer, which far exceeded the actual value of the [Eternal Void Bronze Mother] and approached the bottom line of the wealth he was carrying.

He stared intently in Qin Feng's direction and said, word by word, "Sir, if you raise the price again, this bronze mother is yours. However, I must remind you, some things, even if you get them, you must be alive to use them!"

The blatant threat and undisguised murderous intent seemed to lower the temperature in the entire auction hall.

However, the only response he received was that calm, still voice.

"15.01 trillion."

"puff!"

It was as if an invisible, heavy punch had slammed into the Golden Emperor's face.

He gave up completely.

It wasn't because he was broke; he knew the other party wasn't after the divine bronze at all, but simply wanted to make him uncomfortable. No matter how high the price he offered, the other party would use that 10 billion to humiliate him.

If we continue arguing, we will only become a laughing stock in the entire universe.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Golden Emperor, enraged, laughed coldly and uttered three "good"s, each word laced with overwhelming killing intent. "I'll remember you! I hope you'll still be so composed after the auction!"

After he finished speaking, the golden sunlight around him suddenly receded and fell into a deathly silence, ceasing all bidding. Clearly, he was accumulating anger, waiting for a reckoning later.

Qin Feng, however, ignored the threat.

The 【Ten Thousand Years of Empty Bronze Mother】 was respectfully sent into his independent space by the attendant. He casually put it into his storage space without even glancing at it.

This thing is useless to him; he bought it purely because the Golden Emperor wanted it.

That's it.

He wanted to use this most direct and unassuming way to tell Jin Huang that times have changed.

The "Ultimate God Marquis" who was once hunted down by him with nowhere to run or hide has now reached a height that he can only look up to.

Of course, the Golden Emperor is unaware of all this yet.

In his view, this was just a mysterious enemy who appeared out of nowhere, possessing immense power and wealth.

Having traversed the universe for countless millennia, who doesn't have a few enemies?
He doesn't care about one more, as long as he can find it later and kill it with his own hands.

He memorized the aura and stopped thinking about it, turning his attention back to the auction. However, the killing intent deep within his beastly eyes was a hundred times stronger than before.

After this battle, no one in the entire auction hall dared to underestimate the space-time that Qin Feng belonged to. Everyone regarded him as a terrifying existence on par with the Golden Emperor, and even superior in terms of wealth and temperament.

After this minor incident, the auction continued smoothly.

One after another, rare and precious treasures were presented, only to be auctioned off to emperors at exorbitant prices.

The atmosphere became heated again, but everyone tacitly avoided the area where Qin Feng and Jin Huang were, for fear of being drawn into the vortex between these two giants.

Qin Feng regained his composure and waited quietly.

His goal, from beginning to end, has always been the same.

For him, the highly anticipated event was nothing more than the prelude to a long wait.

The storm has already quietly begun, and an even bigger wave is slowly brewing below the horizon.

……

The uproar caused by the [Ten Thousand Years of Empty Bronze Mother] was like a boulder thrown into the deep sea. Although it stirred up towering waves, the sea recovered much faster than ordinary people could imagine.

For powerful emperors who have lived through countless eras, conflicts of pride are common, but true life-or-death battles require careful consideration.

Jin Huang's silence did not cool down the atmosphere of the auction.

On the contrary, after witnessing the clash of wealth and will between the two top figures, the other emperors became even more engaged. After all, a mysterious powerhouse who could even defeat a being like the Golden Emperor represented a new and unpredictable variable.

Time, in the independent space-time of the [Ten Thousand Feathers Pavilion], has lost its inherent meaning.

Small auctions were held one after another, with one rare cosmic artifact after another taking the stage.

There were broken ancient artifacts salvaged from the "Ruins of Return," inscribed with the principles and laws of the previous cosmic civilization, which caused several emperors who were experts in ancient history to argue heatedly.

There is a legendary treasure called the "Core of Myriad Dreams," left behind after the fall of the "Nightmare Clan's" mother queen. It can construct incredibly realistic illusions and is a supreme treasure for honing one's Dao heart and nurturing future generations.

There was even a sealed energy crystal from a "higher-dimensional universe." Although no one could analyze its structure, the unique laws it contained, which were different from those of our own universe, still fetched an unbelievable astronomical price.

Qin Feng remained seated.

The Golden Emperor remained silent as well.

The golden sun that represented him, though still suspended in the void, had withdrawn all its light, like a star about to die out, yet within it brewed a storm powerful enough to destroy everything. He was like a lurking beast, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Everyone knows that the feud between these two is not over, but only temporarily suspended.

The grand event continued in this atmosphere, which was both enthusiastic and strangely oppressive.

one day.

January.

ten years.

century.

……

Time flies, and for the outside world it may be just a blink of an eye, but for the powerful figures immersed in the auction, every bid and every contemplation and analysis of the treasures is a high-level concentration of their minds.

A whole year has passed quietly.

This grand auction, which spanned countless races and brought together numerous top beings from across the universe, has finally come to its conclusion.

The Feather Clan's [Yan Huang], who was presiding over the auction, maintained his steady and unwavering aura, but a hint of unprecedented solemnity appeared in his ancient eyes. He slowly raised his hand, and all was silent in the void.

All the images of the previously auctioned items vanished, replaced by nothingness.

"Everyone,"

The Emperor Yan's voice was louder than ever before, containing a strange Daoist charm that could soothe the mind and ignite desire: "The final, grand finale of this millennium event is about to be presented."

Instead of using the power of laws to create something out of thin air, he solemnly took out an ancient wooden box carved from the Soul Nourishing Divine Wood from his inner world.

The moment the wooden box appeared, an indescribable, pure, and extremely vital energy instantly filled the entire auction hall.

All the powerful beings in their respective independent dimensions, whatever they were doing, stopped at this moment. Their bodies imbued with the laws of nature, their immortal Dao hearts, resonated with joy under the influence of this life force.

Some emperors who had cultivated for tens of millions of years and whose bodies bore indelible Dao wounds even felt that their injuries were being repaired under this aura.

The mere breath has such miraculous effects!

At this moment, Qin Feng's eyes, which had always been calm and still, finally shone with true brilliance.

he came.

He waited two hundred thousand years for this.

Yan Huang's expression was solemn, his hands forming a mudra, and he chanted an ancient prayer of the Feather Clan.

The wooden box slowly opened in a soft green light.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no deafening roars of laws collapsing.

Yes, there was only one, a crystal-clear teardrop, like the most perfect work of art in the world.

This teardrop, only the size of a thumb, floated silently in the air.

Its interior seems to contain a complete, evolving nascent universe.

Billions of stars revolve within it, and countless lives are born and wither within it. From the smallest creatures to the most magnificent beasts, the mysteries of the evolution of all things seem to be condensed within this tiny space.

It is life itself.

It is the source of the Tao.

The Tears of the World Tree!
"The World Tree, the mother of all life in the universe, has existed for a time much longer than our own."

Yan Huang's voice carried a hint of piety and awe: "This item is a drop of divine tear shed by the World Tree when it witnessed a great universe go from birth to its end, and it was moved by the realization of the cycle of life."

"I need not elaborate on its effects. It can make up for any deficiencies in the foundation of the Dao below the Emperor level, making your foundation perfect; it can heal all Dao injuries that penetrate deep into the origin of the laws, allowing you to return to your peak; it can even... allow you to personally experience the supreme mysteries of the birth and death of the universe and the cycle of life in a moment, adding a tiny bit of possibility to your breakthrough to the legendary 'Saint' realm."

"【Tears of the World Tree】. Starting bid: 10 trillion Winged Clan Gold Coins. Each bid must be at least 1 trillion."

The moment the words were spoken, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence that lasted for ten breaths.

All the emperors were shocked by the starting bid.

Ten trillion—that's all the spoils of a top-tier battle for supremacy.

But this deathly silence lasted only ten breaths.

Ten breaths later, a volcanic eruption of madness erupted!

"Eleven trillion!"

A hurried voice broke the silence, coming from an old emperor whose lifespan was clearly nearing its end. This divine tear was his only hope to prolong his life and live another lifetime.

"Twelve trillion! Old ghost, you're almost in your grave, what are you still arguing about!" another powerful voice rang out.

"Hmph, it's precisely because they're about to be buried that they're fighting over it! Fifteen trillion!"

Sixteen trillion!

"18 trillion!"

……

The numbers on the screen jumped wildly at an unprecedented speed. Those participating in the bidding were all top-tier Emperors, whose mere presence could shake an entire star system. Many of them had remained silent throughout the previous auctions, all for this final, ultimate opportunity.

In just a quarter of an hour, the price of the World Tree Tears was driven up to a terrifying level of 30 trillion!
At this level, most emperors have no choice but to withdraw. It's not that they don't want to, but that their wealth is no longer sufficient to support such a high-stakes gamble.

At this moment, the golden sun, which had been dormant for a year, once again burst forth with dazzling light.

"Forty trillion."

The Golden Emperor's voice boomed like divine thunder from the heavens.

The moment he opened his mouth, he immediately raised the price by a hundred "hundreds of billions," revealing his domineering nature and determination.

He also suffered from Dao injuries, which were left over from his failure to break through to a higher realm years ago, and have always limited his strength.

This drop of the World Tree's Tear is something he is determined to obtain as well.

The powerful entry of the Golden Emperor silenced the crowd once again.

Many emperors who were still hesitating chose to give up after weighing the pros and cons. It was unwise to completely offend a mad cosmic behemoth for the sake of a hope.

"41 trillion."

However, there are always people who are not afraid of him.

An ancient and melodious voice rang out, belonging to a reclusive ancient emperor of the Feather Clan.

"42 trillion."

Another demon king, whose aura was as deep as the abyss, also joined the battle.

"Fifty trillion!"

The Golden Emperor roared again, now carrying an undisguised threat.

The ancient emperor of the Feather Clan and the emperor of the Demon Clan remained silent for a moment, and ultimately did not bid again.

Although they are not afraid of the Golden Emperor, the World Tree Tear is more of an added bonus than a lifeline for them.

It's not worth fighting to the death with the Golden Emperor for it.

"Heh, a bunch of useless trash."

The Golden Emperor let out a disdainful sneer, as if he could already see the scene of obtaining the Divine Tears.

However, just as he was feeling triumphant, that familiar, bland voice that he had resented for a whole year once again resounded throughout the auction hall.

"51 trillion."

It's Qin Feng.

He finally took action.

At that moment, it was as if time had stood still.

All eyes, or rather, all will, were focused on that inconspicuous galaxy and that radiant golden sun.

The fateful showdown has finally arrived.

"It's you again!" The Golden Emperor's rage was completely ignited at this moment. The resentment and killing intent that had been accumulating for a year transformed into a tangible storm, raging wildly in his independent space-time, crushing stars one by one with the aura he emitted.

"I knew it! You cowardly rat who hides his head and tail will definitely jump out!"

"Sixty trillion!" he roared madly, his immense willpower even beginning to impact the spacetime barrier of the [Ten Thousand Feathers Heavenly Pavilion], emitting a series of teeth-grinding "crunching" sounds.

"Sixty-one trillion."

Qin Feng's voice remained completely calm, as if he were simply stating an insignificant number.

This calm contrasted sharply with the Golden Emperor's rage, and constituted the ultimate humiliation.

"Who...who are you?!" The Golden Emperor's divine sense transformed into an invisible giant hammer, slamming fiercely towards Qin Feng's location, but it was still easily neutralized by that invisible barrier.

"Seventy trillion!"

"71 trillion."

"Eighty trillion!! Today, even if I lose everything, I will crush you, you bastard, to pieces!!" The Golden Emperor was already insane.

"81 trillion."

……

Bidding has become a battle of pure will and inner strength.

Each tick of the numbers on the screen represented a massive amount of wealth enough to buy several powerful cosmic nations.

The other emperors present had now become mere spectators, watching this unprecedented gamble with utter shock, even their breathing becoming cautious.

Whoever these two are, their wealth and charisma far exceed our imagination.

When Qin Feng casually announced the price of "91 trillion," the golden sun where the Golden Emperor resided flickered violently for a moment, and finally, the frenzied roar ceased.

He has no money left.

Or rather, he has reached the limit of the liquid assets he can use.

"Huh...huh..."

The heavy breathing could be clearly heard across time and space. It was the Golden Emperor's suppressed rage and resentment.

"very good."

The Golden Emperor's voice turned icy cold, devoid of any emotion, "The World Tree's Tear is yours. But now, it's time to settle our score!"

"boom!!!"

A terrifying force, surpassing any previous one, soared into the sky from the golden sun. It was no longer just a simple pressure, but transformed into a giant golden claw formed from pure laws. It tore through the barriers of space and time and grabbed straight at the star system where Qin Feng was located!

He actually disregarded the rules of the [Ten Thousand Feathers Pavilion] and made a reckless move!
With this one claw, even an ordinary advanced cosmic nation would be instantly crushed into powder.

However, just as the giant claw was about to touch that star system, Yan Huang, who was presiding over the auction, finally made a move.

His eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly opened, and two warm white beams of light shone out.

"Om-"

An equally vast, yet more ancient and more harmonious imperial will descended. Before this will, the golden giant claw melted away like ice and snow, crumbling inch by inch, ultimately vanishing into nothingness.

"Your Majesty, that's too much." For the first time, Yan Huang's voice carried a hint of coldness.

"Friends of the Feathered Clan, this matter has nothing to do with you!" the Golden Emperor roared. "This man has provoked me time and time again. Today, I will kill him! Anyone who dares to stop me is an enemy of my Golden Armored Beast Clan!"

"Rules are rules." Yan Huang stood firm, and behind him appeared a colossal tree that reached the heavens and the earth—the manifestation of the Feather Clan's supreme heritage. "Within the [Ten Thousand Feathers Heavenly Pavilion], no one may use force."

"Very well!" The Golden Emperor's aura intensified rather than diminished. "Then I'll wait until the auction is over, and I'll wait outside this Heavenly Feather Divine City until he comes out!"

With a battle for supremacy about to erupt in the heart of the Feather Clan's capital, this will be a huge blow to the Feather Clan's prestige.

At this tense moment, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on the old face of the Yan Emperor.

"Your Majesties, why must you do this?"

He spoke slowly, his voice once again resounding throughout all time and space, "We are all here for this [Tear of the World Tree]. Since we can no longer distinguish who has the greater wealth, perhaps... we should try a different approach."

"Both of you are supreme beings standing at the pinnacle of the universe. In the end, your verbal dispute is of little consequence. My Feather Clan is willing to provide you with a platform to settle your grievances and determine the victor."

He pointed upwards, and above the plaza composed of countless fragments of stars, the space rippled like water, slowly revealing the phantom of an ancient, desolate, and bloodthirsty arena. Every brick and stone of that arena seemed to be soaked in the blood of gods and demons.

"You two must have heard of the Feather Clan Arena."

The Emperor Yan's voice was full of guidance: "This place is a universe of its own, indestructible, capable of withstanding any battle below the level of a Venerable. The two of you may enter and have a match to determine who is superior. The winner will have the right to purchase this [Tear of the World Tree] for 91 trillion. The loser will simply let the matter rest, and all grudges will be settled."

"In this way, we can save face for both of you without violating the rules of my Myriad Feather Heavenly Pavilion. What do you two think?"

The suggestion caused an uproar.

Determining the ownership of treasures through a duel is extremely rare in the history of the [Ten Thousand Feathers Heavenly Pavilion]! This shows that, in the eyes of the Feather Clan officials, the strength and status of these two powerful individuals have reached a point where they must treat them with such seriousness.

"Okay! Just as you say!"

Without a second thought, the Golden Emperor immediately agreed.

All eyes turned to Qin Feng, awaiting his answer.

After a moment of silence, that calm voice rang out again.

"can."

It was just one word, yet it resonated deeply.

To all the onlookers, this was merely a showdown to determine the ownership of the treasure, a high-level "exchange of skills".

After all, at their level, no one would easily start a fight to the death.

That's what the Golden Emperor thought.

He felt that at most he could severely injure his opponent, force him to admit defeat, take away the treasure, and then humiliate him severely, thus clouding his Dao heart.

However, what he didn't know was that in that peaceful galaxy, a chilling killing intent flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

Slay the Golden Emperor!

This is his true purpose.

The World Journal of Tears is merely a perfect "excuse" to rationalize all of this.

The feud between the two sides in the old town, the grudge of the pursuit, will be settled today in this highly anticipated arena, with the blood of the other's emperor!
"Since you both agree, then..."

Yan Huang raised both hands upwards.

"【Arena】, open!"

"Rumble--"

The illusory arena solidified instantly, and a portal of light piercing through the heavens and earth burst open in the center of the auction hall. Behind the portal lay a desolate, cold, boundless starry sky, filled with an aura of deathly stillness.

"Whoosh!"

A golden light ripped through the void, and the Golden Emperor's massive form—a colossal beast clad in golden divine armor and radiating a ferocious aura—was the first to rush into the portal of light. Without even changing form, he descended upon the battlefield in his strongest battle stance, unleashing his terrifying imperial might without restraint, stirring up the winds and clouds of that universe.

He will face his opponent in his strongest form.

Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of everyone, a figure flew out from the independent space-time where Qin Feng was located.

He was a human man dressed in a simple black robe, with an ordinary face and an extremely restrained aura, like a mortal who had not yet cultivated.

He was shrouded in a thin mist, and no one could see his true face or sense his true aura.

This is Qin Feng's perfect disguise, achieved through the [Twin Masks] and his own understanding of the "Extreme" way.

What he exuded was a powerful, vast, yet completely unfamiliar aura of royalty.

The Golden Emperor's beastly eyes, as bright as stars, stared intently at him, his divine sense scanning him repeatedly, yet he still couldn't match this unfamiliar face and this unfamiliar aura with any of his enemies in his memory.

He simply assumed that this was a peerless powerhouse whom he had unintentionally offended in the past, who had now risen to prominence.

But it doesn't matter.

Whoever he is, he will die today!
Qin Feng took a step forward, and his figure vanished from his original spot, appearing in front of the gate of light in the next instant. Without pausing, he calmly walked into the battlefield prepared for them.

As he entered, the enormous gate of light slowly closed under the watchful eyes of all the emperors.

The entire arena has been transformed into a prison completely isolated from the outside world.

A duel that everyone sees as a "battle to determine the victor" is about to begin between a hunter with a murderous intent and a prey who knows nothing about it.

(End of this chapter)