Thunderous roars echoed across the sky as the fiery crimson Yashuibei (Eight Cups) shot toward the youth in white. Time seemed to freeze in that instant. Chen Feng raised both hands, gliding through the air, chasing the firelight as he charged forward!

Forbidden Style 1211: Orochinagi!

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

The berserk Chen Feng was like a rampaging Iori Yagami, his claws tearing relentlessly into the white-clothed youth. Blood mingled with fragments of clothing, scattering outward.

"Ah..." The youth in white roared, pulling back violently, finally breaking free from the time-stasis induced by the Yashuibei. Looking down at his body, he was already unrecognizable, utterly ravaged.

"Hmph, trying to flee?" Chen Feng sneered. He reappeared instantly before his opponent, clapping his palms together and smashing them down heavily onto the youth's head!

"Ah..." The youth in white shrieked, struck out of the air like a ball and slammed into the ground with a loud thud, gouging out a massive crater.

The predicament Chen Feng had just suffered had been completely inverted onto the white-clothed youth.

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"Is that really the Boss?" A burly man from the Pluto Camp swallowed hard, his eyes nearly popping out.

"Seems like it!" A man beside him nodded, unable to close his jaw.

"So strong!"

"Nonsense, look at who he is! When has our Boss ever taken crap from anyone!" Everyone nodded simultaneously, swelling with pride to have such a leader.

"He... he's a total pervert among perverts!" Jin Ling shrieked, "If he was this strong, why was he pretending to be dead earlier? Why wait until he was beaten half to death before retaliating? What was he trying to achieve?"

Upon saying that, she saw everyone around her staring at her as if she were an idiot. Her face flushed, and she burst out, "Isn't that right? He was beaten within an inch of his life just a moment ago, and now he’s beating the other guy like a dead pig! Don't tell me he broke through just then—I wouldn't believe it! And anyone who isn't an idiot wouldn't believe it either!"

"We believe it!" the surrounding crowd shouted in unison.

Jin Ling’s lips hung open awkwardly for a long moment, unable to utter another word.

The aerial battle soon approached its climax. The youth in white was pummeled senseless by Chen Feng's ferocious attacks, left only capable of taking blows, completely unable to fight back.

Yet, what frustrated Chen Feng was that even though he could send the youth flying back and forth, he couldn't seem to inflict any real damage. No matter how hard he struck, he couldn't kill him; the opponent's body was even tougher than the undying gods of the God Clan. He remained perpetually in a state of near-death, truly an immortal cockroach.

"Hahahaha! You can't kill me, and sooner or later, I will kill you!" the white-clothed youth yelled maniacally. His shout was cut short as a large foot landed squarely on his face.

"!@#￥..." The youth’s eyes rolled back as he was sent flying backward, crashing into the ground to form a colossal impact crater.

"I'll kill your whole family..." He surged upward again, only for his words to halt mid-sentence as a fist smashed down onto his head, sending him crashing into the earth once more, creating another deep pit.

Screams and impacts clashed and echoed through the sky continually. The entire heavens seemed to host a one-man soccer exhibition, with Chen Feng acting as the player, kicking the white-clothed youth around.

It was impossible to say how long this went on, but bizarrely, no matter how much punishment he endured, the white-clothed youth appeared entirely unscathed. The method of his cultivation remained a mystery.

"It seems I must seal him," Chen Feng realized. Continuing the beating would only exhaust him without achieving the objective. He resumed the idea of sealing the enemy.

The power unleashed by the previous Mu Shi (No Style) hadn't been strong enough; the opponent had broken through it. Now, with his internal power evolved to the Great Universe level, he was fully capable of sealing him again without allowing escape!

However, the Mu Shi technique couldn't be executed at will. If every use required ripping out his own soul, it was better not to use it at all!

Could he unleash the Mu Shi without the self-mutilation of extracting his soul?

The Soul-Summoning Bow!

A light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes; a brilliant idea struck him. The Soul-Summoning Bow was a divine artifact, perfect for confining souls. If his own soul entered it, his body would naturally enter an unconscious state, making the execution of Mu Shi perfectly straightforward.

The thought made his eyes suddenly brighten, as if he had discovered a new continent.

Kicking the white-clothed youth away one last time, he flipped his wrist, and the Soul-Summoning Bow reappeared in his hand. A light flashed across the bow's body, and a misty white substance materialized above Chen Feng's head, plunging into the bow itself.

Buzz!

The Soul-Summoning Bow emitted a joyful resonance, and Chen Feng’s eyes turned blank and vacant once more.

Seeing this look, the white-clothed youth was instantly startled. It was precisely because Chen Feng looked like this that he had been sealed before.

"What, this trick again? Are you ever going to stop..." Before he could finish speaking, Chen Feng had already crossed the distance to stand before him, unleashing torrents of flames from his body, appearing like a burning god of fire.

Ultimate Battle Omen. Mu Shi!

The power radiating from Chen Feng sealed off all space ahead, trapping the white-clothed youth and compressing him tightly in the center.

"Ah... I will return," the white-clothed youth's voice grew fainter and gradually vanished.

The Soul-Summoning Bow vibrated again, and Chen Feng slowly opened his eyes. He gathered the small sphere containing the sealed youth and hurled it with all his might, not knowing where it landed.

Because this Mu Shi was executed using Great Universe power, the sealing force contained within was immensely powerful, incomparable to the previous attempt. Even if the youth managed to break free, countless years would have passed.

"Since I could seal you today, I can certainly seal you again in the future!" Chen Feng muttered silently as he watched the sphere fly away.

Although the white-clothed youth had killed many of his subordinates, deep down, Chen Feng still cherished the desire to fight him. If not for the prolonged battle, he would never have tapped into his potential to reach his current level and comprehend the Great Universe power so swiftly.

Exhaling the stale air from his chest, Chen Feng finally felt the exhaustion permeate his body and soul. If a person had limits, this continuous battle had pushed him to the very extreme of his boundaries—like a bowstring pulled taut; drawing it further risked snapping.

Just as he intended to rest for a moment, the dense black formation in the sky began to slowly dissipate. The massive magic array that had been suppressing the Heavenly Tribulation showed signs of vanishing.

"Damn it!" Chen Feng's heart leaped. The reason the magic array had lasted so long was likely due to the white-clothed youth maintaining it through a special secret technique. Now that the youth was sealed and his power gone, the array could no longer hold, and the Heavenly Tribulation would surely arrive!

Having comprehended the Great Universe power, the ordinary Heavenly Tribulation was no longer a source of fear; it would be humiliating for a god-level expert to fear common lightning. However, his entire reserve of strength was nearly depleted. Attempting to exert force now left him willing but unable, let alone capable of resisting the Tribulation.

Unfortunately, time allowed for no deliberation. Black clouds churned above, and intense pressure descended. Streaks of deep blue lightning, thick as nuclear blasts, crisscrossed the sky, constantly releasing strange and erratic energies.

"Is that the Heavenly Tribulation?" Everyone saw the bizarre phenomenon in the sky, their eyes widening with anxiety as they watched Chen Feng at the center of the impending storm.

The Heavenly Tribulation was a trial imposed by the Will of Heaven upon a cultivator. Pass it, and one achieves godhood; fail, and one dies!

There was no middle ground; only one outcome was possible. Countless individuals throughout history had sought to transcend the tribulation, yet few successes were ever recorded. Today, people spoke of the Tribulation with dread, which explained why they fought bloody battles over the Xuantian Illustrated Guide.

Though they knew Chen Feng was immensely powerful, witnessing the might of Heaven’s Will made their faces pale, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

"May the Boss endure this!" Everyone in the Pluto Camp prayed in unison.

"May Chen Feng pass the Heavenly Tribulation!" Ling Feng and the others murmured silently.

Rumble!

The dark clouds above thickened further. After a long period of accumulation, the lightning finally descended with brutal force, resembling a world-splitting axe cleaving dark, inky rifts across space.

Beneath the lightning, Chen Feng stood tall in the sky, like an unyielding God of War.

As the heavenly lightning drew nearer, Chen Feng's internal energy was completely empty. Even his composure cracked slightly, replaced by anxiety. He flipped his wrist, and the massive Purple Fire Crystal Mother instantly appeared before him; he placed both hands upon the Mother, rapidly absorbing its energy.

Using the standard Purple Fire Crystals now would be too slow. Absorbing the power of the Crystal Mother would inflict irreversible damage upon it, but survival was the only priority.

"Judging by the speed and appearance of the lightning, I won't recover even a tenth of my power before it strikes. If I can't survive the first blow, the second attempt will certainly kill me!" Chen Feng realized the gravity of the danger. A thought flashed through his mind: "Since I can't evade it, why not attack proactively? At worst, I’ll sacrifice this Purple Fire Crystal Mother!"

With this resolution, Chen Feng’s eyes gleamed. He hurled the Purple Fire Crystal Mother skyward and punched it with his right fist, shattering it into pieces. The energy contained within the Crystal Mother was heaven-defying; pulverized into dust, its power immediately raged outward like a violent gale, forming a colossal energy storm.

"Now!" Chen Feng roared, surging upward into the heart of the energy storm. His body tilted back slightly, his hands raised high, unleashing a move reminiscent of a great snake’s Sun Blast.

Countless spatial particles, laced with the energy storm, charged toward the looming cloud mass of the Tribulation. Observers in the distance only saw a flash of white light. Under the radiance, the pitch-black thunderclouds were utterly shattered. The mighty Heavenly Tribulation, the very embodiment of Heaven’s Will, suddenly vanished under the attack of the Sun Blast!

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