"How is he still alive?" Jin Ling gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. This white-robed youth, facing so many attacks, possessed a tenacity stronger than vermin. Not only had he survived, but his power seemed to have surged even further than before!

Lei Di also clenched his fists, his face a mask of unwilling frustration. The opponent’s might was clearly beyond what he and his companions could withstand. The only one capable of truly fighting him, Zhen Feng, was now severely wounded. Were they all destined to die here?

Ling Feng rose and stepped in front of Zhen Feng, positioning herself to shield him. The remaining members of the Ming Sheng Camp ignored Zhen Feng’s earlier command and rushed forward, surrounding the white-robed youth three layers deep, walling him in tightly.

"Protect the Great Chief!" they roared in unison, their eyes burning with fierce resolve. Knowing that closing ranks meant certain death, not a single one retreated!

"Space Seal! A truly potent technique!" the white-robed youth sneered, his voice laced with cold amusement. "However, the power of this seal is too weak! It cannot possibly contain me!" His gaze was utterly indifferent, but when it landed on Zhen Feng, it became viciously contorted. "To force me into such a desperate state, making me deploy my last trump card—you’re quite something. But your luck has run out. Prepare to meet your end!"

"Milo…" Zhen Feng ignored the taunts echoing from the sky and let out a mournful roar, gazing upon Milo, whose body had been atomized into shredded flesh.

He had only known Milo for a short time; the emotional bond wasn't deep, yet he had just agreed to take the youth as his apprentice. The excitement on Milo’s face was still vivid in his memory, and now he was reduced to dust. This sharp contrast felt like a massive stone lodged in his chest.

"You slaughtered the people of the Ming Sheng Camp—you killed Marie, Bens, Aihart, and now Milo. I will never forgive you! Your blood will be the offering to their spirits!" Zhen Feng spat out the words, his entire body stiffening as if ready to explode. Intense hatred raged through him like a hurricane, instantly surging to his mind. Dark energy began to writhe violently along the meridians on the left side of his body, while Ultimate Power coursed through the meridians on the right. Simultaneously, both streams converged at his Dantian, forming a force capable of fusion.

To an outside observer, his left side appeared a deep, dark crimson, while his right half glowed blood-red—two completely different spectral manifestations, utterly bizarre.

"Hmm? What is happening? His aura is actually increasing too!" The white-robed youth’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Due to his unique constitution, his power doubled every time he approached death in battle. But this youth before him seemed to grow stronger the longer he stood! The first time they fought, he was at a disadvantage. Now, after four evolutionary phases, the youth’s power was sixteen times greater than his original strength, yet he still inspired the same sense of dread in the white-robed youth.

This was beyond heaven-defying!

"Could it be…" A strange, unsettling thought suddenly pierced the white-robed youth’s mind, causing him to involuntarily shudder. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He tried to bolster his own conviction. "It’s already miraculous enough that I exist. Can there truly be a second one?"

However, the more he said it, the less confident he became. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the thought away, fixing his gaze on Zhen Feng, whose aura continued to swell. He thought bitterly, "I refuse to believe I can’t beat you. I refuse to believe your strength can double in the same way!"

In an instant, the surroundings fell into utter silence, the air dead and oppressive, suffocating.

"Ah... I will kill you!" Zhen Feng suddenly bellowed. He had never hated anyone so profoundly, not even when he was expelled by the Kente family. With his roar, the surrounding power of the air immediately gathered toward him, forming a visible vortex of energy that seemed on the verge of solidifying.

The dark crimson and blood-red forces completely merged, condensing in his Dantian into a large, viscous cyclone of power. Fusion Power climbed: 85, 86, 87… 90… 99! In less than ten seconds, the Fusion Power had shot from 85 to 99! For both Ultimate Power and Dark Energy, reaching 99 marked the limit, signifying that only one breakthrough point was needed for a successful ascension!

"I will kill you." "I will kill you."

Zhen Feng roared towards the heavens again and again. His muscles suddenly expanded by a full circumference. The process of surging his Qi was complete in his rage. At that moment, the sound of his bones cracking echoed—the previously broken ribs instantly mended. The blood-red power entirely transmuted into a fiery crimson hue. (The preceding portion is copied from the updates provided by the great author Juzi Renqiping, used here for imitation and brevity. I hope Juzi Renqiping does not mind.)

The fiery crimson flames in his Dantian seemed to be compressed by some extraordinary force, continually condensing until, in a mere moment, a sphere the size of a ping-pong ball formed—a ball of fiery red light.

As the sphere rolled, it emitted waves of energy that seemed to tear at space itself. This was… Grand Universe Power!

Chen Feng, consumed by furious rage and hatred, had successfully broken through!

Grand Universe Power was a nascent energy that transcended both Dark and Ultimate energies. Only when an individual achieved a certain level of understanding of the universe and the fundamental origin of all power could they truly master it. It was akin to how Da Men Wu Lang once sat before his gate, watching Mount Arashi, deeply contemplating nature until he grasped the secret technique of Arashi no Yama.

Grand Universe Power was a force inherently defiant of natural order—overwhelmingly potent. Though he hadn't cultivated the state of Mingsi (Meditation), his mind and body had undergone immense tempering, granting him insight into the Way of Nature, insight he had simply lacked the opportunity to integrate into his existing power structure.

After countless battles with the white-robed youth, his internal potential had been completely burned away, enabling this breakthrough now, fueled by rage and grievance!

No matter how mighty Ultimate Power, Dark Energy, or Fusion Power were, they always fell slightly short of the Grand Universe Power, which represented a divine tier of strength.

Filled to the brim with this new power, Chen Feng gently pulled Ling Feng behind him. "You rest first. Leave this to me."

With that, he turned and shouted at the surrounding Ming Sheng Camp soldiers who were closing in, "All of you, stand down!"

"We swear to defend the Great Chief to the death!" the soldiers shouted back in unison.

"Stand down!" Chen Feng barked. "Are you refusing even my command?"

"Great Chief…" One man knelt on one knee in the crowd. "We know you are doing this for our safety, but we wish to fight alongside you!" This man was one of the deputy commanders of the Ming Sheng Camp; with the Camp Chief dead, he was currently in charge.

"Unnecessary! For this battle… I alone am sufficient! Leave this place immediately; do not interfere with my fight!" Chen Feng roared.

"But…" the deputy commander replied nervously.

"No buts!" Chen Feng thundered. "Hurry up and leave, or do you want me to court-martial every single one of you?"

"Yes…" The deputy commander felt tears stinging his eyes, his heart twisting in agony. He stood up and whirled to face the remaining Ming Sheng Camp soldiers, shouting, "All personnel, retreat one hundred li!"

"Yes!" the rest of the Ming Sheng Camp roared in unison, all taking flight and soaring into the distance.

Watching them depart, Chen Feng turned to Ling Feng and the others. "You leave too!"

"We want to fight with you!" Ling Feng insisted.

"Go!" Chen Feng’s voice held no trace of emotion.

A battle between the white-robed youth and himself was on a plane far beyond Ling Feng and the others; staying would only make them burdens, achieving nothing.

"Fine!" Seeing the unyielding determination in Chen Feng's gaze, Ling Feng relented and was the first to fly toward the distance. Jin Ling and Lei Di followed, gritting their teeth. Though they longed to fight, they knew this was a level of conflict they could not possibly touch.

The white-robed youth watched them all leave, remaining motionless. He would never make the mistake of acting rashly and being underestimated again. He craved a true fight, one that pushed Chen Feng to his absolute limit—not against a berserker!

"Now it's your turn!" Chen Feng squinted at the white-robed youth suspended in the air, pointing a finger at him coldly.

"My turn? Haha, you think your current power level is enough to fight me? Such arrogance. Let me tell you, after that seal you just used, my strength has doubled again. I am far beyond what I was moments ago!" the white-robed youth sneered.

"Is that so?" Chen Feng’s eyes narrowed, and he uttered the phrase before his body suddenly blurred, vanishing from his original spot.

"What?" The white-robed youth cried out in alarm. Even with his cultivation, he hadn't seen how Chen Feng disappeared!

"Not teleportation, definitely not teleportation, but movement at an extreme speed, enough to render oneself invisible to the eye. How could his power have increased so drastically?" the white-robed youth thought, frantically sweeping his divine sense in all directions.

Below the Divine Level, perception was known as mental perception; above it, it was called divine sense, far superior in both range and precision to mere perception.

Yet, after scanning the area with his divine sense, he couldn't locate Chen Feng, not even a flicker of his silhouette.

"Are you looking for me?" Just then, a faint voice sounded right beside his ear. The white-robed youth immediately felt a crushing blow to his face as a massive fist slammed straight into his cheek—Thwack!—sending him flying backward instantly!

"You killed so many people just because you wanted to fight me. You garbage, today I will see you dead!" Chen Feng roared, raising his right hand. A swirling mass of fiery crimson Qi materialized in his palm. The wave spun faster and faster, causing the very space at its center to warp and distort, emitting dizzying ripples of energy.

The white-robed youth only glanced at it before feeling as if time itself had frozen, his thoughts growing sluggish.

Li Hundred and Eight Forms. Eight Wine Cups!