Chen Feng eased the shock in his heart, looking at the other party again, his gaze already transformed, and a terrible thought arose in his mind. If a Godhead was given to someone at the peak of the Saint Domain, they could instantly become a God-level expert.

If he could create Godheads, didn't that mean he could create gods? The youth in white seemed to read his thoughts and said, "Do you think my Godheads are trash that just anyone can use?

There won't be more than three people in the entire world worthy of the Godhead I bestow!" "Oh? Three?

I wonder who those three are?" Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity. What kind of figures could make this cold and arrogant youth willingly offer up a Godhead?

The youth in white slowly spoke, "Third on the list is my father. This old fellow, despite his lack of real ability and astonishingly slow cultivation speed, I wouldn't bother with him at all if it weren't for the fact that he raised me!" His father was, naturally, the Island Master of Yinri Island, the leader of the world's most enigmatic secret force, a supreme expert whose cultivation was no lower than the Great Elder's.

Yet, in his heart, he ranked a mere third! "Second on my list is my Master.

It was he who proposed the Five Elements cultivation method; otherwise, I wouldn't have reached this level!" the youth in white declared. "You have a Master?" Chen Feng couldn't help but be startled, truly unable to comprehend what kind of person could instruct such an outstanding student.

"My Master's own cultivation isn't high; he's even inferior to my worthless father, but his knowledge is profound!" The youth in white abruptly shifted his tone: "Do you know who the first person is? Who do I most wish to give the Godhead to?" Chen Feng shook his head: "I don't know!" "Haha..." A mocking look surfaced in the youth's eyes: "You truly don't know?

This person's cultivation is extremely high!" Chen Feng wasn't in the mood to discuss the matter and said calmly, "The highest cultivators on the Continent are undoubtedly Jin Xuanhu and the Fist Emperor, but neither of them seems to need a Godhead! If you find it difficult to say, then don't." The youth in white sneered, "Jin Xuanhu ascended to High-Tier Deity long ago, so he naturally has no need for a Godhead.

As for the Fist Emperor, although I haven't seen him fight, judging by his status as the evergreen figure of the Ten Perfect Tournament, I deduce his strength is certainly beyond the Saint Domain! He should have reached the God level already, so he also has no need for my Godhead!" "Oh?" Chen Feng's brow furrowed steadily.

With the youth's explanation, he genuinely couldn't think of anyone who fit the criteria. Even Jin Xuanhu and the Fist Emperor held no interest; Chen Feng truly didn't know what kind of formidable figure could capture the youth's attention.

"This person roamed across two continents, enduring countless hardships and battling all forces single-handedly. From the start of his cultivation to reaching the Saint Domain level, he took less than six years total.

In terms of cultivation speed, aside from myself, I have never seen anyone this fast! Only he is worthy of the Godhead I offer!" "Oh?

Such a person exists. I must witness it next time!" Chen Feng pondered for a long while but couldn't recall who it was, eventually attributing it to simply not knowing the person.

"Witness?" The youth in white laughed, raising a finger to point at Chen Feng: "Seeing him is very easy—just look in a mirror! The person I most want to give the Godhead to is you!" "Me?" Chen Feng froze in surprise.

It was no wonder Chen Feng was bewildered. He had no prior dealings with this person; this was their first meeting today.

How could the youth have such an idea? "Nonsense!" Chen Feng shook his head and dismissed the remark, paying the youth no further heed.

The youth in white had expected Chen Feng to be shocked or honored, but seeing no change in his expression after such a declaration, he felt profoundly bored. "To possess such cultivation at the same age as me, there are only the two of us in this world.

If I cannot quickly close the gap in our cultivation, where is the interest in fighting?" the youth in white explained. "You sent men to kill my soldiers and pursued Ling Feng purely to provoke a fight with me?" Chen Feng's tone suddenly turned cold, and a powerful aura swelled around him.

"Precisely!" the youth in white stated. "Those men were trash.

They are utterly unworthy to stand alongside us. I had Wu Kun kill them simply to save you!" Chen Feng pointed at the youth in white: "Good, a truly foolish excuse.

Forcing me through murder? Hmph, since you enjoy killing, today I will see just how strong your God-level strength truly is!" Bang!

A massive wave of energy, almost physical, rolled violently around Chen Feng. In a mere second, his aura had more than doubled, forming a slightly blood-red sphere of light around him.

"This is... a pure energy shield?

When did Chen Feng become this powerful?" Ling Feng, who had already flown far, felt a jolt, her expression filled with shock. Energy shields could be conjured even by Saint Domain experts, but most relied on the momentum of heaven and earth, resulting in shields filled with impurities.

The shield forming around Chen Feng now possessed a purity level said to reach over ninety-nine percent—a phenomenon supposedly only seen around God-level experts. Ling Feng's current strength allowed her to achieve about 20 percent purity at best, so seeing Chen Feng like this caused her deep alarm.

This location was not far from the mountain peak, so the formation covering the Heavenly Tribulation on the peak could still be utilized. Chen Feng unleashing power beyond the Saint Domain did not trigger the thunderclouds.

"Not bad, your growth speed is beyond my expectation," the youth in white said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But...

in my eyes, it's still worthless!" "Worthless or not, we'll know after we try!" Chen Feng retorted, clenching his fists. His body flickered, vanishing from his spot.

The youth in white looked forward to feel the rush of wind against his chest as a fist hammered towards him. Before the punch landed, an intense pressure swept over him.

This pressure carried the might of heaven and earth; even a peak Saint Domain expert would be instantly crushed into fragments under such force. "Interesting!" The youth in white exhaled, his beautiful eyes snapping open.

His chest expanded and contracted sharply, suddenly growing a size larger. Boom!

The devastatingly powerful punch landed squarely on his chest. With a violent tremor, Chen Feng was thrown backward several hundred meters, stopping mid-air with an expression of disbelief.

His right hand trembled slightly, mildly swollen, and waves of numbness pulsed through his entire arm. Not only had his punch failed to injure the opponent, but he himself had been injured by the recoil.

"Your attack is strong... but it's useless against me!" the youth in white sneered.

"Is that so?" Exhaling a plume of stale air, Chen Feng gave a cold laugh. Blood-red flames instantly erupted around his fist, swirling briefly before his hand, causing the swelling in his right arm to vanish immediately: "Your defense is indeed formidable!" "Heh, you've shown your trump card, now it's my turn!" the youth in white roared.

His bones cracked audibly, and his entire body seemed to swell by a factor of two, exuding immense power. "Not good!" Chen Feng sensed his aura continuously rising and secretly cursed.

Just as he prepared to use instant movement to evade, he felt a constriction in his chest, and a colossal force slammed directly into him. Bang!

With an equally loud crash, Chen Feng tumbled backward four or five li, while the youth in white remained utterly still, his fist suspended in the air exactly where it was. "Earth Crystal Fist!" Chen Feng stabilized his body, feeling a burning pain in his chest.

Although the contact was brief, he saw clearly: the opponent used the exact same move as the middle-aged man in black robes, Wu Kun—the Earth Crystal Fist that had injured Ling Feng! However, the difference in power between the two executions was incomparable; compared to the youth's strike, Wu Kun's punch was perhaps less potent than a three-year-old's.

"Weren't you quite formidable just now? Why did my single punch send you flying?" the youth in white asked lightly.

He took a light step in the air and instantly appeared less than a hundred meters from Chen Feng. "Not bad, you are indeed powerful!" Chen Feng steadied his body, a trace of fervor appearing in his eyes.

Knowing the opponent was strong, inexplicably, his chest felt like it was burning, filled with surging power. The youth in white seemed to notice the change in Chen Feng and laughed, "Now that looks more like it, but your strength is still too weak!

I only used ten percent of my strength in that last punch!" "Ten percent power?" Chen Feng murmured, "My aura... I only used ten percent power as well!" "Very well, let me see if you're boasting!" The youth in white's interest in the battle instantly soared.

With a strange cry, he charged towards Chen Feng, the air behind him instantly shattering with consecutive sonic booms! "Ten percent power?" Ling Feng, watching from a distance, gasped in alarm.

The remaining members of the Ming Sheng Camp, having finally dealt with the soldiers of the Luo Qi Empire, arrived at the scene. Seeing the massive battle unfolding in the sky from afar, their faces contorted in horror.

"He only used ten percent power and knocked the Chief flying. Then...

what should we do?" "Let's go together! With so many of us, can't we kill one person?" "Or maybe quickly go back and call the Archer Camp, have them bombard him relentlessly.

I don't believe we can't finish him off!" "Enough, stop arguing!" Ling Feng flew to the group, staring intently at Chen Feng fighting in the distance, and slowly said, "Don't move recklessly, or he will be displeased. While I don't know his current true strength, I know for certain that he hasn't used his full power yet!" "Yes, the Divine Envoy is right!

The Chief will not lose!" The members of the Ming Sheng Regiment roared in unison, their eyes fixed on the distance, filled with unwavering conviction. In their minds, Chen Feng was absolutely invincible.

Hadn't the former First Divine Envoy and the Divine Spirit Clone, who were so powerful, still been killed?