The raging gale howled, the wind like slicing knives.

"Lord of the Silver Wing, you cannot escape. Struggling further is merely wasting time. I am willing to trade treasures with you for the Winged Supreme Treasure. How about three peak supreme treasures in exchange for the Winged Supreme Treasure?"

"Lord of Fenglong, you are far too confident. I am currently circling and fleeing within this cold wind belt. You are nearly a light-year away from me right now. Space is condensed within this cold wind belt, and teleportation is impossible; one can only fly slowly. It will take you several days just to reach me. To think you could actually catch me—you must be dreaming!" Luo Feng sneered.

Three days.

He had been cornered and hunted by Universe Masters from the Purple Moon Holy Land universe for three full days. Ever since being obstructed by the Lord of Youya three days prior, he had suspected the situation might become dire.

As expected, shortly after the Lord of Youya obstructed him, the Lord of Panke appeared a day later. Just now, the Lord of Fenglong had also materialized within the range of his "Golden Kingdom," and the Lord of Fenglong was even using a peak domain-type supreme treasure to resist—at least maintaining his domain against the Golden Kingdom.

"The Lord of Youya and the Lord of Panke are both slightly weaker than the Lord of Fenglong. Those two are comparable to my Third Martial Uncle."

"But the Lord of Fenglong is comparable to the Lord of WuHun."

"Moreover, the Lord of Fenglong's domain supreme treasure, the 'Nebula Lamp,' is slightly superior even to the Lord of WuHun's 'Water Wave Prison,'" Luo Feng felt a headache brewing.

The current situation was terrible.

The three Universe Masters from the Purple Moon Holy Land were cornering him from three different directions. The strongest, the Lord of Fenglong, if he got close enough, could completely deploy a secret technique similar to a miniature universe to hinder him!

"Treasures truly stir the heart!"

"Men die for wealth, birds die for food! I knew that once the Shiwu Wings unleashed their full power, they would attract trouble. But the news spread too fast..." A trace of madness flickered in Luo Feng's eyes, "However, the Lord of Fenglong and the other two are too confident. Do they think they can stop me? Save your breath!"

The Lord of Youya, the Lord of Panke, and the Lord of Fenglong were also feeling troubled.

"Fenglong, Panke, Luo Feng has remained inside the cold wind belt. Space is condensed there, preventing teleportation. Although I am closest to him, under that spacetime suppression, I cannot suppress him at all. Panke's strength is also lacking. Fenglong, although your strength is sufficient, you are nearly a light-year away from him! He has the Golden Kingdom and can control the distance between us at any time. You advance, he retreats; you take a detour, he detours too. In short, Fenglong, you can never get close to him, and the two of us can't manage it either," the Lord of Youya urged anxiously.

They had been chasing for three days now.

"Fenglong, do you have any way to destroy his golden spacetime?" the Lord of Panke asked. "His inherent strength isn't overwhelming, but with the aid of the golden spacetime, the two of us often end up at a disadvantage."

"The golden spacetime caused by his Winged Supreme Treasure is very strong. Even I can barely resist it, maintaining stability only in my immediate vicinity. You two are very far away from me—nearly a light-year. I cannot affect such a distance, and destroying that golden spacetime is even more out of the question," the Lord of Fenglong also admitted helplessly. "Now, we can only hope he escapes the cold wind belt. Once he leaves, in a place where teleportation is possible, we can quickly catch up to him."

"He isn't foolish; he stays within the cold wind belt. Are we just going to waste time here indefinitely?"

"Let's wait and see for now."

Fenglong gritted his teeth, suppressing his impatience.

The cold wind belt was one of the nearly hundred dangerous locations within the Yan Shui Lake space; for a Universe Master, it wasn't even considered particularly perilous—hence its simple name. Only truly deadly places garnered slightly more unique names.

The maximum diameter of the cold wind belt was about three light-years, and the minimum diameter was one light-year.

And Luo Feng was currently circling within this very belt.

"Fenglong, as long as I maintain a distance of nearly a light-year from you at all times, you have no way to deal with me," Luo Feng shouted, his voice transmitted directly through the golden spacetime. "I'm not an idiot, and I won't recklessly charge out. Even if several more powerful beings arrive, you still won't be able to stop me!"

"Human Luo Feng—the Winged Supreme Treasure is not something your current strength merits. Even if you escape this calamity today, others will follow. You probably don't know yet that the matters concerning you, Yin Tuo, the Lord of WuHun, and the Lord of Jiu Jian have spread. Soon, nearly a hundred factions across the entire Universe Sea will know how unique your wings are and their immense power. If your strength were great, fine; no one would try to seize them. But you have only recently become a Universe Master, and your strength is clearly lacking. Many will come to steal them. I am willing to exchange three peak supreme treasures for them now, but other factions might leave you with only the path of demise," the Lord of Fenglong said gently.

"Human! If you truly push us to the limit, we can summon dozens of Universe Masters from my Holy Land universe, and you won't have anywhere to run. Even if your human, the Giant Axe Creator, were to come, he couldn't protect you in the face of dozens of Universe Masters," the Lord of Youya roared angrily.

"Exchanging treasures with us benefits us," the Lord of Panke added.

They were reluctant to summon too many Universe Masters because once a group of Universe Masters from the Purple Moon Holy Land arrived, they would certainly have to share spoils with every one of them.

"Alternating between the good cop and the bad cop—haha, it's useless!"

"No matter who it is, if they want my Winged Supreme Treasure, they must prove it with their fists." Luo Feng showed no sign of backing down. Bang! Bang! Bang!

Endless hazy golden light and golden flames overlapped, furiously suppressing the exquisite nebula that was constantly threatening to collide. Those expanding rings of nebula were the domain supreme treasure of the Lord of Fenglong, the "Nebula Lamp," which was even more precious than the Lord of WuHun's "Water Wave Prison."

The collision of the two great domains occurred time and again, the impact zone spanning light-years.

This energy fluctuation also attracted another expert within the Yan Shui Lake space.

The eighth day of Luo Feng being trapped in the cold wind belt.

"Such patience," Luo Feng looked up, waiting for an opportunity. "If we really drag this out, the only option is to wait for the Frozen Lake Thunder Fire."

"Hm?"

Luo Feng's expression shifted.

His Golden Kingdom had long since extended beyond the boundaries of the cold wind belt, so when the Lord of WuHun appeared at the edge of the belt, Luo Feng naturally detected him.

"Lord of WuHun!" A fierce light erupted in Luo Feng's eyes, followed by a cold, transmitted sneer, "Lord of WuHun, I didn't expect you to still be alive; you have quite the fate! I'm impressed, truly impressed!"

The voice exploded in the Lord of WuHun's ears, passing through the Golden Kingdom.

"Impressed? I'm impressed with you too!" the Lord of WuHun roared back. "I didn't expect you to survive rushing through the magma sea either. I thought your true body or clone would have perished in there."

"If you didn't perish, how could I? My lifespan is much longer than yours," Luo Feng scoffed.

"Oh? I have lived for nearly three reincarnation eras. I doubt you'll survive even one era. How could your life be longer than mine?" the Lord of WuHun sneered back.

Their brief exchange was laden with murderous intent.

Both understood that the other wished them dead!

"A mere insignificant speck," the Lord of WuHun muttered through gritted teeth. He had never considered Luo Feng to be on his level—just a newly ascended whelp.

"You think you can kill me?" Luo Feng showed no fear whatsoever. With the Shiwu Wings and the Star Tower in hand, he feared no one, not even the strongest in the Universe.

"Boom!" The Lord of WuHun streaked like a ray of light, rapidly flying toward Luo Feng. Simultaneously, countless streaks of saber light circled around him, frantically colliding with the "Golden Kingdom." For a moment, it actually managed to hold its ground. The technique the Lord of WuHun was employing was the "Saber Core Realm," a technique from the now-deceased Lord of Jiu Jian.

The Saber Core Realm was the pinnacle domain supreme treasure the Lord of Jiu Jian could wield. When the Lord of Jiu Jian used it, it wasn't as formidable as the Lord of WuHun's Water Wave Prison! But this was because the Lord of Jiu Jian himself was somewhat inferior. When the Lord of WuHun commanded the Saber Core Realm, it clashed with the Golden Kingdom and the sea of flames, only managing to be at a disadvantage.

"Nebula Lamp? That's the Lord of Fenglong." The Lord of WuHun recognized it.

"Are you the Lord of Jiu Jian?" the Lord of Fenglong asked from another direction.

The two were nearly a light-year apart.

Only by the mere touch of the Saber Core Realm and the Nebula Lamp did they recognize each other's domain supreme treasures but could not confirm the identity of the owner.

"I am WuHun," the Lord of WuHun stated directly.

"Haha, Lord of WuHun, it seems you haven't perished." The Lord of Fenglong felt both joy and anxiety. Joy because joining forces with the Lord of WuHun gave them confidence in dealing with Luo Feng; anxiety because, in the competition for the Winged Supreme Treasure, they had gained another competitor.

"I am not so easily destroyed," the Lord of WuHun snorted. "You two have likely been entangled with him for quite some time here and still can't deal with Luo Feng, can you? If you and I join forces, surrounding him from two directions—whether it's you or me, one of us can keep him occupied—he will surely be finished."

"Agreed," the Lord of Fenglong concurred.

"As for the distribution of the treasures, we'll discuss that after we kill him," the Lord of WuHun added.

"Fine." The Lord of Fenglong wasted no more words.

Boom!

Boom!

The two rapidly advanced toward Luo Feng from separate directions.

"Haha, to have two great figures join forces against me—one from the first reincarnation era's God Eye Clan, and one from the Purple Moon Holy Land universe. I should be proud. But to seize the Winged Supreme Treasure? That's far from enough!" Luo Feng laughed loudly, but his movements instantly propelled him upward as he rocketed toward the sky.

He understood he could maintain sufficient distance from one expert, but if the two of them teamed up, one of them would inevitably catch him. The longer the delay, the smaller his margin for maneuvering.

Therefore, he had to execute his plan as soon as possible.

"He's flying upward."

"He's heading up."

Surrounded from all sides.

Meanwhile, across the vast expanse of the Universe Sea, the news was spreading slowly among the three reincarnation eras and the two Holy Land universes.

The information spread by Yin Tuo, after reaching the great Holy Land universes, was finally beginning to trickle into the second reincarnation era and the Primitive Universe...

Just as Luo Feng was being hunted by the Lord of Fenglong, the Lord of WuHun, and the other two Universe Masters.

The news reached the Human Race faction.

"What! Where did this news come from? Isn't Luo Feng outside the domain of the Universe Ark?" the Lord of Xujin’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief.