"Fine!" Douglas responded.

Two powerhouses at the level of Ninth-Grade Archmages were doing something so childish, all out of fear of some baseless retaliation.

"One... two..."

Just as the two were plotting their move, Chen Feng on the ground had already descended into madness, completely oblivious to the impending doom.

Kill, kill, and kill again!

Chen Feng, caught in a berserk rage, was like a killing machine, wiping out everyone from the Leif family in under ten seconds!

"Ah..." He let out a long roar toward the heavens, his chest brimming with soaring ambition.

"Three... Strike!" Arsius suddenly roared, his staff shooting out, yet failing to emit even a ripple of magical fluctuation.

Douglas also extended a finger, not a hint of magical energy emerging.

The two exchanged a look. Silence. Inside, they were cursing each other: "Damn it. Trying to stab me in the back..."

After their internal curses, Douglas looked down and was instantly consumed by fury. Not a single member of his clan remained alive!

Having reached his level of cultivation and lived for so many years, his feelings for his clan were not deep, yet the family was his root. Now, even his root had been severed right before his eyes by someone else—how could that not enrage him?

"I will kill you!" At this point, he could no longer bother playing games with Arsius. A soil-yellow light flickered at his fingertip, shooting straight toward Chen Feng like a laser beam.

Although Chen Feng was violent and irrational, his ability to anticipate incoming harm was limited. In other words, his consciousness was muddled, but his fighting will was sharp. A Chen Feng possessing fighting will had an intense craving for combat, so before the beam even struck him, he activated his Wu Kong Shu (Levitation Technique) and soared into the air!

"Boom!"

The ground where Douglas casually pointed exploded into a crater over a hundred meters deep. The rising currents of air billowed upward like smoke and dust, forming a mushroom cloud over the flat terrain.

From within the smoke and dust, Chen Feng shot toward Douglas, the source of the attack, like a cannonball.

"Seeking death!" Douglas roared again, pointing his finger once more. The magical elements in the sky began to churn wildly, and with a deafening rumble, thousands of massive stones suddenly plummeted from the heavens.

Eighth-Tier Magic—Meteor Shower.

Chen Feng, situated right in the center of the magical assault, was struck repeatedly with dull thuds, spitting out a mouthful of blood mid-air as he plummeted downward.

If Douglas had not been concerned about the excessive power harming the innocent populace below, this single spell might have claimed Chen Feng's life.

Although his cultivation had advanced, the gap between him and his opponents was still too vast; he couldn't even get close enough to inflict harm.

Chen Feng crashed onto the ground, embedding himself three to four meters deep in the earth, lying flat beneath a colossal stone, expelling jets of scalding white vapor from his mouth. Every part of his body throbbed with pain from the impact, as if his sinews had been drained.

Just then, the blood circulating within him accelerated, and that dark-black vortex of energy slowly began to re-emerge from his meridians, treating the injuries to his body.

With the appearance of this vortex energy, the consciousness of Chen Feng, who had been trapped in a state of frenzied brutality, slowly began to recover.

Faint whitish mist occasionally churned in his blood. This mist was peculiar; at a glance, it seemed blurred, almost like an illusion, but upon closer inspection, one could clearly identify it as a special form of energy body.

If this white mist were seen by the old monsters of the Loki Empire, they would surely weep, for this mist was the Power of Faith that one of them had painstakingly accumulated over 500 years...

After two cycles of blood circulation, Chen Feng had completely cleared the berserk state. Strangely, however, the vortex energy within him was robust and showed no sign of depletion.

"What is happening?" Chen Feng was puzzled. Previously, waking from a berserk state always meant his internal power was completely exhausted, but now his body was still filled with surging, potent energy, yet he was suddenly lucid.

However, this was clearly not the time for contemplation; two Ninth-Grade Archmages in the sky still wanted him dead.

These two evidently assumed he had been killed by the Eighth-Tier magic attack and had not followed up with a second wave.

"Clashing head-on with them is a dead end; I must find a way to escape," Chen Feng thought. Though arrogant, he was also self-aware. He couldn't handle one Ninth-Grade Archmage, let alone two!

The level of Archmage was a colossal watershed from that of a Magician, even more difficult than a Fighter advancing to a Duelist. While a Fighter only needed to transform their gaseous Dou Qi into liquid form to complete the advancement, a Magician ascending to an Archmage required a completely new comprehension of the natural world, forming a domain power unique to oneself through this insight!

Many unparalleled geniuses stalled at the Ninth-Grade Magician boundary because of this inherent barrier.

Consider that in the entire capital of the Loki Empire, with its millions of inhabitants, there were only four people at the Archmage (Dou Zun) level.

The First Archmage of the Qi Empire, Elder Yi, was merely a Sixth-Grade Light Mage!

Now, these two Ninth-Grade Archmages, despite their mysterious origins, were clearly overwhelmingly powerful. If he fought them directly, he would likely be blasted to death by their magic before he could even reach them, and this was without them using their domains.

A domain, while sounding esoteric, was quite simple to grasp: upon reaching a certain cultivation realm, one could form a unique personal space around themselves. Within this space, all magical elements could be controlled unconditionally by the domain's master; essentially, the master was the controller of their domain!

Within their domain, Dou Zun powerhouses could borrow the might of heaven and earth to amplify their strength, achieving devastating effects on their enemies.

Archmages were the same; within their respective domains, they could unleash magic endlessly without worrying about mana depletion, as the entire domain served as their tool for absorbing magical elements—how could they fear running out of power?

The key was finding a way to escape.

With this thought, Chen Feng surged his vortex energy. The massive stones pinning him down were blasted into countless fragments with a boom. His body propelled off the ground, launching him back into the air. Due to the instantaneous eruption of vortex power, the ground was gouged out into a large circular pit dozens of meters in diameter.

This leap was as fast as lightning. While airborne, Chen Feng flipped his wrist and retrieved the Nether Feather Sword, bringing it down in a ferocious slash toward the two figures ahead.

The Nether Feather Sword had become remarkably docile after the slaughter outside the Loki Empire Imperial Palace, allowing Chen Feng to control it freely. Otherwise, the furious killing intent contained within it would have destroyed him before he could kill anyone else.

Leap, draw sword, downward strike—the three actions were fluid and seamless; he dared not waste a moment. The vortex energy of his Eighth-Tier Dou Shi cultivation surged like a tidal wave into the body of the Nether Feather Sword.

"Hum..." The Nether Feather Sword let out a joyful resonance, suddenly emitting an intense, dark-red radiance. This light was uncanny and arcane, instantly forming a sword edge tens of meters long in the air!

From a distance, it appeared as if Chen Feng was wielding a giant red sword dozens of meters long.

"Rumble..."

As the giant sword cleaved downward, the air faintly echoed with powerful roars.

Douglas and Arsius stared at each other in shock, both taken aback.

"That is clearly a Sword Intent that only those at the Dou Zun level can master..." Arsius commented.

However, despite their surprise, they did not take this level of attack seriously. Douglas pointed his finger forward, and a thick, soil-yellow magic wall immediately materialized before them, directly blocking the incoming sword strike.

Although the two could not comprehend why Chen Feng, only an Eighth-Tier Dou Shi, could unleash a Sword Intent usually reserved for Dou Zun experts, they judged that this Sword Intent was merely in its nascent form and could not harm them in the slightest.

But just as they dismissed the Sword Intent as insignificant, an unbelievable sight unfolded before them.

The magic wall formed by Douglas was split cleanly in half by the dark-red Sword Intent with utter ease!

"How is this possible?" Only then were the two truly shaken.

Chen Feng cleaved through the enemy's magic wall with a single strike, but dared not follow up with a second, instead turning to flee.

Douglas and Arsius were momentarily stunned, their minds reeling from the sheer might of that one sword strike.

"An Eighth-Tier Dou Shi using a sword to release Sword Intent—aside from possessing powerful Dou Techniques, it must mean... he has a High-Grade Sacred Artifact sword! But a High-Grade Sacred Artifact sword shouldn't possess such immense power. Could it be... what he holds is a Divine Artifact?" Arsius murmured.

Upon saying this, he met Douglas’s gaze, and both saw astonishment reflected in the other's eyes.

Divine Artifacts were not cabbages found in a backyard that one could acquire simply by wanting them. A Mid-Grade Sacred Artifact allowed the Seventh Prince, an Eighth-Grade Fighter, to stand against a First-Tier Duelist. What about a Divine Artifact, such a heaven-defying treasure that could only be created by the power of deities?

"He really was willing to use it, giving that Divine Artifact to this youth!" Arsius exclaimed with feeling.

"We've run into massive trouble this time. We absolutely cannot let this boy escape, or if his teacher finds out, we are done for!" Douglas said, looking in the direction Chen Feng fled.

Arsius naturally understood: the fact that "he" would give a Divine Artifact to this newly accepted disciple demonstrated how highly that disciple was valued. If they allowed this youth to escape today, in the near future, what awaited them would be "his" endless wrath!

They could only kill this boy now, and then the two of them would find a remote place to wait until their cultivation increased before emerging.

"Fine, chase him quickly!" With this thought, Arsius no longer hesitated and shouted immediately. The two Ninth-Grade Archmages carved a wave of energy through the air and swiftly pursued the direction where Chen Feng had vanished!

ps: Sigh, this chapter is late again. But Old Ya types too slowly; I thought I could finish by three, but I ended up typing until five... dizzy... (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in to wwwqidiaancomm for more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)