A precious vessel from the Lingbao Grotto-Heaven was anchored on the sea surface, where Chen Feng, Dongfang He, and their party engaged in battle with about a dozen Black Scale Demon Kin.

The dozen or so Black Scale Demon Kin, entirely covered in black scales, possessed formidable cultivation levels and wielded various demonic sharp implements, pressing their assault relentlessly upon Chen Feng and Dongfang He.

Among these Black Scale Demon Kin, one individual, matching Chen Feng’s own cultivation, stood at the Celestial Rank, gripping a massive curved horn.

This horn was evidently sourced from a monstrous beast; it spanned three meters, and when brandished, its demonic resonance seemed capable of piercing eardrums, causing immense pain to numerous disciples of the Lingbao Grotto-Heaven aboard the vessel, who clutched their ears and cried out desperately.

Chen Feng stood motionless on the ship, his hands laden with various rings, yet from these rings emanated halos of light in myriad colors.

A small silver sword, three cyan square stones, and one fiery red sphere materialized, positioned respectively before, behind, and above him. These three strange arcane treasures seemed intrinsically linked to Chen Feng’s spirit; as his focus shifted, they spun rapidly, occasionally darting toward the surrounding demons and sending them howling.

The three cyan square stones remained perpetually above his head, unwavering, emitting a faint azure glow that enveloped his entire body.

Under his control, the fiery red sphere and the silver sword continuously materialized around the demon wielding the curved horn, relentlessly hammering him.

The Black Scale Demon Kin bearing the horn roared ferociously, swinging his weapon, utterly undaunted by the impact of the crimson sphere and the silver sword. His horn was overwhelmingly heavy, appearing indestructible; whenever it met the silver sword, it caused Chen Feng’s miniature blade to hum audibly.

Chen Feng dedicated the majority of his focus to this horn-wielding demon. From within his body, various arcane treasures would intermittently flash forth to aid the Lingbao Grotto-Heaven disciples near him. If he perceived any of them falling into peril, he would instantly dispatch a treasure to offer immediate defense.

Dongfang He fought alongside Chen Feng, yet his cultivation realm was lower than that of the Black Scale Demon Kin; thus, he selectively engaged only those demons at the Nirvana Nest realm.

Five or six disciples from the Lingbao Grotto-Heaven, mostly at the Hundred Calamity realm, appearing to be Chen Feng's subordinates or attendants, looked distraught aboard the vessel, seemingly lacking any hard-won combat experience.

On the precious ship lay three corpses of Lingbao Grotto-Heaven disciples, brutally mangled, appearing as if torn to shreds by the demons, their bodies incomplete.

On the sea surface floated two corpses of Black Scale Demon Kin, seemingly dead only moments before, blood still bubbling visibly from their wounds.

Two alluring women, garbed in the vibrant attire of the Yin-Yang Grotto-Heaven, possessed seductive forms veiled in thin, light gauze, revealing glimpses of delicate beauty. These enchanting women from the Yin-Yang Grotto-Heaven had flushed cheeks and feigned fragility, yet their eyes were filled with sheer panic, punctuated by gasps of alarm.

Behind them, Shi Yan’s Star Wings unfurled, silently hovering in the void directly above the combatants, looking down upon the struggle with a cold expression and a chilling, icy smirk playing on his lips.

Chen Feng suddenly sensed something amiss and looked up sharply, crying out in shock, "Shi Yan!" Dongfang He’s face shifted in alarm, followed by a sneering laugh directed at the demon before him: "That man is Shi Yan of the Yang family! You surely received orders to kill this boy at any cost."

Dongfang He pointed toward Shi Yan in the sky, clearly identifying him.

The two demon generals engaged with Chen Feng and Dongfang He subconsciously glanced up at Shi Yan, exchanged a few rapid words in the Black Scale tribal language, and then the Celestial Rank demon let out a savage roar, suddenly abandoning Chen Feng to charge directly toward Shi Yan.

Chen Feng’s chubby face twitched, a cold laugh echoing in his heart, and without the slightest hesitation, his silver sword and crimson sphere flew upwards together, their target now Shi Yan.

These two Celestial Rank martial artists, locked in fierce combat moments before, abruptly shifted their objectives following Dongfang He’s declaration.

Shi Yan, who had intended to reap the rewards as a bystander, saw both of them attack simultaneously. His expression hardened, and he suddenly chuckled darkly, "Excellent! Fei—Star Shine!"

With a thought, his body vanished eerily from the void, reappearing instantly above the precious vessel below.

A surging, mighty power erupted violently from the vortex formed by the fusion of the Sacred Spirit God, the Earth Core Fire, and the Profound Ice Cold Flame, originating from his lower abdomen. This savage energy coursed along his arm and surged through the meridians of his left limb.

In an instant, the skin of his left arm cracked open, the tendons throbbing with intense pain.

Despite several instances of tempering his physical body, the power derived from the fusion of the three life forms was simply too immense, far exceeding his tolerable limit. As this energy flowed through his left arm, the limb suffered a severe backlash; even several bones snapped audibly.

"Birth Seal!"

This torrent of savage power finally coalesced in his palm, and immediately, seven colossal palm imprints manifested suddenly.

Seven imprints, each the size of a small mountain, dazzling with crystalline light, instantly overlapped, magnifying the astonishing power several times over.

The Seven Seals merged into one, the enormous palm print scattering brilliant light as a force capable of shattering heaven and earth shot forth.

The colossal Birth Seal surged forth like a tidal wave, heading directly for Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was struck with utter horror. Various miniature arcane treasures flew out from his ten fingers, forming dozens of peculiar barriers to intercept the devastating strike.

However, the Birth Seal, formed from the energy synthesized by the three life forms, was utterly indestructible. It shattered the barriers one by one with overwhelming momentum, driving straight toward Chen Feng’s immensely fat body.

"BOOM!"

Chen Feng’s massive, corpulent form was suddenly thrown backward, shattering the ship's mast behind the vessel, propelling him skyward like cannonball, blood spraying everywhere.

The few Lingbao Grotto-Heaven disciples beside Chen Feng failed to escape this catastrophe; they were crushed into pulp by the Birth Seal and died instantly.

The two graceful female disciples from the Yin-Yang Grotto-Heaven, looking like jade, screamed in terror, desperately dodging. Being farther from Chen Feng, the two women narrowly escaped annihilation.

Dongfang He, positioned opposite Chen Feng, was unaffected by the direct impact, yet his face turned pale, and cold dread filled his heart.

Shi Yan had blasted Chen Feng into a bloody mess with one strike. Before Chen Feng’s obese body could fall into the sea, Shi Yan flickered, appearing behind Dongfang He with uncanny speed before Dongfang He could even react.

"If you dare touch me, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!" Dongfang He cried out in sudden terror.

Shi Yan maintained a calm expression, seemingly ignoring the threat. He lifted his right arm and slammed a punch into the back of Dongfang He's head.

"CRACK!"

Like a melon exploding, Dongfang He’s head shattered, spraying crimson blood over Shi Yan.

With Dongfang He dead, Shi Yan immediately activated Star Shine again, following the trajectory of stellar movement, arriving back at Chen Feng’s falling body before it hit the sea.

The immense power drawn from the energy vortex now flooded into his right arm, unleashing an energy that made even Shi Yan tremble.

Savage, surging energy churned rapidly within his right arm, yet curiously, this arm remained perfectly intact, entirely unlike his left, suffering no apparent backlash from the fierce power.

The Birth Seal was unleashed once more!

It instantly enveloped Chen Feng.

Under the second impact of the Birth Seal, Chen Feng's obese body offered no defense whatsoever; it was pulverized into fragments of flesh, scattering across the sea surface.

In mere moments, both Chen Feng and Dongfang He were eliminated by his casual reversal of hands, with effortless ease.

Snapping back to awareness, Shi Yan chuckled coldly and turned to deal with the remaining demons.

However, the instant he turned, he saw that the dozen or so Black Scale Demon Kin had already fled with everything they had. In that brief interval, the demons had mounted their beasts and flown several miles away.

The Celestial Rank demon who had been battling Chen Feng, still airborne, released the curved horn from his hand. The horn transformed into a beam of demonic light, rushing forward with an unstoppable momentum, appearing to retain considerable power.

Frowning, Shi Yan prepared to meet the attack head-on, but as the horn neared him, it vanished mysteriously.

Simultaneously, the last remaining Celestial Rank demon in the sky disappeared the very instant the horn vanished.

Stretching out his divine sense, Shi Yan discovered the demons had reappeared ten miles away, still fleeing at an even greater speed.

He snorted internally but made no immediate move to pursue. Instead, he collected Chen Feng’s corpse and approached the shattered precious vessel, placing the bodies of Chen Feng and Dongfang He together upon the wreck. He stood motionless on the broken ship, his gaze fixed weirdly upon the three enchanting female disciples from the Yin-Yang Grotto-Heaven. "D-don't kill us, Master, we will serve you well." One woman, with sun-kissed skin, licked her red lips, her voice soft and seductive, yet her eyes held unconcealed terror.

The other two women trembled violently, biting their lips, their faces ghastly pale.

Shi Yan’s ruthlessness had deeply shocked the three women, stripping them of even the thought of escape; they could only resort to their feminine assets, pleading softly.

Shi Yan remained silent, his eyes cold, devoid of any human feeling. He simply stood there, quietly absorbing the essence of Chen Feng, Dongfang He, and the others.

After death, vital essence dissipates rapidly, returning to the heavens and earth. Even with his unique martial spirit, Shi Yan had to absorb this essence before it vanished; missing the optimal moment meant gaining nothing. This was precisely why, after the demons shrewdly fled, he did not immediately give chase, but remained behind.

Chen Feng, at the Celestial Rank, and Dongfang He, at the second level of the Nirvana Nest, along with the disciples from the Lingbao Grotto-Heaven at the Hundred Calamity realm, provided an essence Shi Yan savored immensely.

Especially Chen Feng, the Celestial Rank cultivator; the essence flowing from him alone was several times richer than that of Dongfang He and the others combined. This surge of vital energy rushed into his acupoints, causing them a faint, dull ache—a testament to the energy’s sheer intensity.

Long after the vital essence from Dongfang He and the others had completely dissipated, only one-third of Chen Feng’s essence had been absorbed, much to Shi Yan’s delight.

After a while, once Chen Feng, Dongfang He, and the rest had been reduced to desiccated husks, Shi Yan finally exhaled a breath of satisfaction.

He then abruptly shifted, snatching up two of the Lingbao Grotto-Heaven female disciples, one in each hand, unfolding his Star Wings, and tearing through the void, vanishing instantly.