The light shot toward him like a fatal bolt of lightning; Chen Feng’s pupils contracted sharply as he stomped sideways, leaping away.

But before he could leap clear, he felt a sudden tightening around his body—a cord of pitch-black energy materialized before him, binding him fast, leaving him utterly unable to move.

It was the spatial restraint of a Pseudo-God Domain.

The true power of a Pseudo-God Domain was no longer merely the binding of space; it was the ability to conjure tangible objects from the domain’s energy to attack those trapped within.

Previously, the "First Divine Emissary" had only borrowed power from the Divine Power Crystal Seed, unable to master the true capabilities of the Pseudo-God Domain. Now, wielded by this divine avatar, the power was magnified more than tenfold!

Watching the black light slowly approach, Chen Feng flung up his arms. His muscles instantly bulged beneath his skin as he roared, attempting to wrench free from the energy rope’s binding.

But how could the spatial shackles manifested by a Pseudo-God Domain be broken so easily?

“Chen Feng!”

Boom!

The clash of energies erupted with a deafening sound, tossing Chen Feng diagonally through the air until he slammed heavily onto the ground.

It was Ling Feng, seeing the critical situation. Her move, Wave Wing, struck the ground near him, knocking him clear and just barely dodging the sharp beam of black light.

“Are you alright!” Ling Feng rushed to him where he lay on the ground, her face etched with concern.

“I’m fine!” Chen Feng gasped, catching his breath, and staggered back to his feet.

“I’ll help you break this!” Ling Feng looked at the black rope clinging to him, summoned a ball of flame to her palm, and slashed toward the cord.

Crack!

Although Ling Feng had been injured by the surprise attack earlier, after consuming Chen Feng’s pill, coupled with the miraculous nature of her Fire Phoenix bloodline, her injuries had already healed by forty to fifty percent. The sheer force of this single palm strike was certainly no less than four hundred to five hundred thousand jin. Yet, this powerful blow not only failed to sever the rope but sent a shock back that cracked her palm, drawing blood.

“It’s useless!” The “First Divine Emissary” smirked when he saw Ling Feng’s action. “If the restraints of a Pseudo-God Domain could be broken so simply, it wouldn’t be of any use!”

“Move aside for a second!” Chen Feng told Ling Feng, ignoring the “First Divine Emissary’s” mockery. He closed his eyes slightly, his muscles swelling once more, bulging into rounded knots as he instantly exploded with latent power.

“Trying to break free with brute strength?” The “First Divine Emissary” shook his head, wearing an expression of contempt. “I truly don’t know how the God of Justice chose such a foolish fellow! To try and break the bonds of a Pseudo-God Domain without divine power? It’s nothing but a pipe dream!”

“Is that so?” Chen Feng snorted, clenching his fists until bright red veins popped out across his muscles. The boundless Slaughter Domain hidden within his body instantly radiated outward, releasing a vast, unparalleled power that erupted from him like a fountain. Black, misty energy continuously rolled along his veins.

“Aargh…”

With a fierce yell, his slightly pale hair instantly stood on end under the immense energy surge, and his eyes turned completely blood-red. The aura churning within his body climbed relentlessly in an instant.

Dark Power… 50… 7!

Crack! Crack!

The black rope, which they had deemed impossible to break, suddenly emitted a strange, crisp sound.

“Hm?” The “First Divine Emissary” displayed disbelief, staring intently at Chen Feng, an undisguised shock spreading across his face.

Thwack! With a sharp snap, the black rope shattered completely, dissolving into the air. Since the rope was merely an illusion conjured by the domain, upon breaking, it simply reintegrated into the Pseudo-God Domain.

“It seems I underestimated you,” the “First Divine Emissary” stated calmly, the shock vanishing from his face in a blink. “To shatter the shackles of a Pseudo-God Domain through sheer physical strength… you truly deserved to kill my Emissary.”

Chen Feng took a ragged breath and focused his gaze again on the divine avatar before him. The arrogant spirit within him churned fiercely: “Not only will I kill your Emissary, but I will make you regret descending here!”

Others seeing a divine avatar would flee in terror, yet Chen Feng dared to declare he would make it regret its presence. The “First Divine Emissary” smiled slightly at such an “absurd” declaration: “Such an ignorant child!”

He slapped his right hand forward, and a massive palm materialized directly above Chen Feng’s head.

This hand was incomparable to any palm conjured by manipulating the forces of heaven and earth. From any angle, it appeared to be a real, flesh-and-blood hand; if one looked closely, even the pores and textures on its surface were clearly visible.

Sensing the immense pressure above, Chen Feng stomped his feet into the ground, conjuring a ball of purple flame, and struck upward toward the massive palm.

Hundred Styles Ghost Burn!

Boom!

Chen Feng’s always reliable Ghost Burn proved utterly ineffective against the great palm strike. Instead, he was violently countered and slammed back to the ground.

“Let me try!” Ling Feng, standing nearby, cried out anxiously and leaped, spinning her entire body rapidly, enveloped by what looked like swirling flames.

It was the Phoenix Dance technique from the Fist Emperor style, which Chen Feng had taught her—Mai Shiranui’s signature move!

“Hmph, with just this little bit…” The “First Divine Emissary” coldly scoffed. The giant palm in the air accelerated its descent, and Ling Feng’s Phoenix Dance was likewise swatted away.

Chen Feng wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, helped Ling Feng up, and steadied the churning foul energy in his chest, staring at the First Divine Emissary not far away.

The “First Divine Emissary” appeared relaxed, acting as if the previous attacks had not registered at all.

“Brute force definitely won’t beat him!” Through that exchange, Chen Feng understood the gulf between them. No matter how high his cultivation reached, he could not inflict the slightest scratch on the opponent, for he was a spirit!

It was just like when he fought Xuan Hu—if Yan Long hadn’t burned his soul at the final moment, allowing Chen Feng to borrow that power to unleash the Ultimate Final Battle Ogi Style, he would have had trouble even getting close, let alone harming him! To the gods, he was like an ant, no matter how strong that ant was, or how powerful among its peers, it could not withstand a divine attack, even if it was just an avatar!

“Then what should I do?” Chen Feng’s mind raced in confusion. Suddenly, he thought of something. He flipped his wrist, and in his palm appeared a large bow—the Soul Capturing Bow, which he kept in his water canteen!

“Hm?” The “First Divine Emissary” froze, his eyes flashing with surprise. “The Soul Capturing Bow? How did that thing end up with you?”

Hearing him call out the bow’s true name, Chen Feng couldn't help but ask, “You recognize it?”

“An artifact refined from a core soul by a high-level soul law deity—who in the God Realm doesn’t recognize it!” The “First Divine Emissary” was drawn to the bow, acting as an impromptu lecturer. “However, it was damaged during that great turmoil ten thousand years ago!”

“Damaged?”

“Yes, what you hold now is merely the broken remnant!” The “First Divine Emissary’s” gaze sharpened. “It seems Sheng Wuji is also in your possession.”

Chen Feng paid no mind to whether it was damaged or not. He drew the bowstring, and a massive purple flame arrow instantly formed on the bow. Xiao Rou had mentioned that the Soul Capturing Bow could shoot soul arrows, but for some unknown reason, the souls trapped within the bow's body absolutely refused to be drawn out, let alone coalesce into an arrow.

“Heh, if you could shoot a soul arrow, I might be wary. But an arrow condensed from mere battle aura is utterly useless against me!” The “First Divine Emissary” said lightly as Chen Feng nocked the arrow. He flicked his finger forward, and Chen Feng felt the tension release in his hand—the purple flame arrow on the Soul Capturing Bow simply vanished into thin air!

“Without a soul bowstring, this bow is just decoration!” he continued. With a single beckoning gesture, Chen Feng felt a massive force pulling toward his palm, making it almost impossible to hold onto the bow.

Chen Feng realized the opponent was using a special technique to try and draw the bow away. A flash of inspiration struck him, recalling the scene when he killed the Fourth Deputy Lord in the Violet Courtyard Demonic Territory. Remembering this, he suddenly exerted more force, swinging the Soul Capturing Bow violently in the direction of the pulling force, while simultaneously forming a huge Eight Wine Cups in his free palm!

“Die!” he roared, sending the Eight Wine Cups surging across the ground, while he himself floated into the air, raising both hands.

Sunlight Pervades All!

Throwing the Soul Capturing Bow served two purposes: first, to distract the opponent; second, the bow, infused with all his strength, was akin to a large projectile. If it could injure the enemy, that would be best; even if it missed, causing a lapse in concentration that allowed his Eight Wine Cups to strike would undoubtedly be fatal.

Chen Feng’s string of killing moves was executed rapidly and designed with peak ingenuity, from drawing the Soul Capturing Bow to distract the enemy, throwing it, and unleashing Sunlight Pervades All—everything was within his plan.

The “First Divine Emissary” watched him throw the Soul Capturing Bow and a hint of mockery crossed his eyes. He swept his right hand in a half-circle before him, and with a resonant hum throughout space, the Eight Wine Cups and Sunlight Pervades All, struck with Chen Feng’s full power, suddenly… vanished!

“In my domain, I am existence akin to the Creator. Did you think such attacks could harm me?” he stated calmly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He tapped his finger once more.

Whoosh…

A swift whistling sound cut the air, and a beam of sword light materialized before Chen Feng without warning.

“Not good!” Chen Feng cried out, reacting instantly by rolling to the side, dodging the sword light aimed directly at his head.

“Aaaargh…” A mournful cry followed. Near him, an arm lay flat on the ground, blood gushing wildly! Although his evasion was swift, the sword light was faster—in an instant, it had severed his left arm!

“Chen Feng!”

“Boss…”

Ling Feng, standing nearby, and Xiao Hu, standing beneath the Sky-Connecting Platform, both cried out in alarm.

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