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The Sub-Civilization is a super-domain civilization that transcends the laws of the multiverse and surpasses the temporal order of planes.

Its three most powerful divine domains are the three foundations that established its status in the universe.

These are respectively the [Mind Domain], [Original Material Domain], and [Void Evolution Domain].

The divine realm to which Chen Feng's supreme weapon belongs is one of the [Mind Domain] and [Void Domain].

The Mind Domain governs consciousness, soul, and conceptual will, preventing emotional outbursts, protecting spellcasters from inner demons, and enabling real-time, long-distance thought communication with others without the need for a medium.

The essence of the Void Realm is absolute control over the "location and form of existence of all things"—if the Mind Realm determines "what you can do," then the Void Realm determines "where you go" and "whether you exist here."

It is not the "teleportation" or "space cutting" that ordinary martial artists understand.

Rather, it is a transcendent ability that transcends all the laws of spacetime and time.

Just as Chen Feng launched the Absolute Armed Forces...

A deep, brilliant white light suddenly burst forth in Chen Feng's eyes.

Om-! !

An invisible and intangible hum, which did not shake mountains and rivers but shook the very source of consciousness, quietly resounded throughout the entire Martial God's Ladder illusion.

There was no earth-shattering energy eruption, no tumultuous phenomena, but deep within Chen Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, the already surging Hongjie Sea of ​​Consciousness territory, which was like a starry sea, was reborn once again.

In an instant, the microcosm within his consciousness expanded by nearly double, transforming into a dazzling sea of ​​stars spanning tens of thousands of square kilometers.

Each twinkling star seemed to possess its own independent consciousness. The barriers in Chen Feng's sea of ​​consciousness that had once bound his power were shattered like paper before the mental domain of the Absolute Armor.

It was completely ground into powder.

Chen Feng's sea of ​​consciousness soared all the way, eventually settling at a height that Chen Feng could never have imagined—the peak of the Hong Rank!

At this moment, Chen Feng's sea of ​​consciousness was only one step away from the Cosmic Rank!

Looking into Chen Feng's eyes, one could sense the oppressive aura of a starry sea.

Xiang Hu sneered, and his fist, imbued with the golden blood and qi of the King Beast Zhu Yan, tore open a dark spatial rift, carrying enough power to pierce through all matter, and aimed straight for Chen Feng's brow.

All the spectators on the Martial God Ladder instinctively held their breath.

In their vision, Xiang Hu's fist had transformed into a golden lightning bolt, sealing off all of Chen Feng's evasive options.

Even the Martial Gods of the Desolate Rank frowned at this moment.

Chen Feng made a move.

However, it wasn't at the moment the fist arrived, or even at the moment Xiang Hu threw the punch.

However, just 0.01 seconds after Xiang Hu had the thought of "using the Overlord Fist to split the sky and attack his brow," Chen Feng already knew his attack method.

Chen Feng merely turned his head slightly, watching the deadly golden fist whistle past his ear. The aftershock of the fist even shattered the stone wall of the Heavenly Ladder behind Chen Feng, instantly creating a crater several meters in diameter.

Gravel flew like rain.

wrong!

Xiang Hu, whose fighting instincts instantly surged, suddenly had his pupils shrink.

The left elbow struck horizontally, aiming once again at Chen Feng's ribs.

This strike was an instinctive variation honed through countless life-or-death battles. It was delivered from a tricky angle and was three points faster than the previous punch. Even if the opponent anticipated the first punch, they would never be able to keep up with the rhythm of this second strike.

However, his elbow only struck a blur.

Chen Feng, as if he had foreseen this, slid back half a step once more. His calm eyes were like a bottomless lake, reflecting Xiang Hu's ferocious face and all his subsequent actions.

"Impossible!" Xiang Hu roared, his left and right hands simultaneously forming claws as he frantically clawed at Chen Feng's throat.

Under the full power of the third level of the Primordial Overlord Body Technique, Xiang Hu's muscles bulged like steel, and golden blood flowed around his body, forming an indestructible protective aura.

A knee strike to block downwards, a claw strike to block upwards; if either move hits, even a peak Heaven-rank martial artist will be severely injured on the spot.

However, Chen Feng seemed to know his every move in advance.

The knee, powerful enough to shatter steel, grazed past Chen Feng's afterimage, the force of which even carved a deep groove into the stone slabs of the ground.

The two sharp claws of the Zhu Yan crossed half an inch from Chen Feng's chest, but ultimately failed to touch his skin.

The entire set of movements was fluid and seamless, with not a single unnecessary movement.

At this moment, Chen Feng was like an audience member who had read the script in advance, precisely stepping into Xiang Hu's every attack rhythm with such small, almost stingy, movements that rendered all of Xiang Hu's killing moves futile.

"What tricks are you playing?!"

Xiang Hu's roar shook the Heavenly Ladder. He suddenly spun around, his right leg shooting out like a steel whip. Golden blood energy condensed at the tip of his leg into a crescent-shaped slash, leaving a long-lasting golden trail in the air.

It was Zhu Yan's savage killing move—"Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies"!

This time, Chen Feng did not dodge.

Chen Feng slowly raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and gently touched the incoming golden slash.

There was no loud bang from the collision of energy, no shimmering light from the clash of qi and blood.

The "Sweeping Strike," powerful enough to split an entire piece of alloy in two, mysteriously froze in mid-air less than an inch from Chen Feng's chest.

It was as if time had been paused.

"What... what is this?!"

In the spectator stands, Instructor Yu Qian, who had been watching the duel intently, couldn't help but speak.

He had lived for nearly two hundred years and had seen countless warriors and techniques, but he had never seen such a bizarre scene—no spatial barrier, no energy shield, just a fingertip blocked the full-force attack of a warrior with the Zhu Yan King Beast bloodline.

Just when everyone thought Chen Feng would defuse the attack, something even stranger happened.

The golden slash slowly changed direction.

Like a tamed golden serpent, it drew a perfect arc in the air and then shot towards Xiang Hu himself at an even faster speed!

"What?!"

Xiang Hu's pupils shrank to their maximum size. He wanted to withdraw his strength and dodge, but it was too late. The golden slash struck his protective aura fiercely, instantly producing a deafening roar.

Click—!

The indestructible golden aura on Xiang Hu's body was instantly covered with cracks, and then shattered with a bang.

The aftershock of the slash even swept across his chest, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his black armor, from which golden blood gushed out instantly.

Xiang Hu staggered back three steps, his face filled with confusion and fear.

Chen Feng slowly lowered his hand, the starry sea in his eyes remaining calm and undisturbed.

His voice was soft, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire Martial God Ladder Hall.

"I simply put it back where it was supposed to be."

"Damn it! You liar... you must have tampered with the illusion." Xiang Hu roared and cursed at Chen Feng.

"Continue the fight, or surrender?" Chen Feng said calmly.

"Of course, we'll continue!!"

Xiang Hu waved his hands rapidly, and in the next moment, several thick golden spikes burst forth from the ground, like a steel jungle, completely covering all the space within three zhang around Chen Feng.

This time, he didn't aim at Chen Feng's body again, but launched an indiscriminate area attack. He didn't believe that Chen Feng could take control of all the ground spikes.

However, what happened next completely overturned everyone's understanding.

The golden spikes that suddenly rose from the ground all "changed direction" just before they were about to touch Chen Feng.

Some shot upwards toward the sky, some plunged downwards back to the ground, and some even collided with each other, making a clanging, metallic sound.

However, not a single spike could get within a foot of Chen Feng.

"How is that possible?!"

Xiang Hu was starting to panic.

"Primordial Overlord Body - Ten Thousand Fists Converge!"

Countless golden fist shadows erupted from Xiang Hu's fist again, like golden meteors flying across the sky, crashing down on Chen Feng. Each fist shadow contained the power to shatter the armor of a warship, densely packed and blotting out the sun.

But the result was still the same.

None of the punches hit Chen Feng.

They all seemed to have been manipulated by an invisible hand, deviating from their original paths.

Just then, a flicker of emotion and killing intent seemed to appear in Chen Feng's eyes.

"Looks like I'll have to send you on your way."