Chapter 346: Chapter 346: Overwhelming Might.

At the same time,

Goldie, who had been watching the battle, reached toward the Divine Brick hovering excitedly beside it as if the little brick was about to go and smash those two enemies.

“~??”

The Divine Brick tilted its body slightly, curious about what Goldie wanted.

Slowly, Goldie placed a hand on its chest.

Crack…

The divine wood around the Goldie chest began to part, revealing a misty, chilling aura that flowed out like frozen mist.

Goldie reached inside and gently took out… a flower.

A beautiful blue flower that emanated a misty chill so intense it had already frozen the inner chamber of it chest and was slowly spreading its frost across Goldie’s large hand.

Goldie then conveyed its intention to the Divine Brick… to open its internal space so it could safely store the flower.

The Divine Brick hummed once in acknowledgment and accepted the flower.

With its mission complete, Goldie now turned its attention back to the two enemies.

“…”

An unreadable thought flashed through its mind.

…For some reason, Goldie felt as though there was something… something important that Goldie need to do right here.

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[Oi oi… seriously?]

Yan Moxuan stared at the “being” standing before him.

The helpless boy from moments ago was gone.

In his place stood an almost older version of Li Feng, taller, more powerful… and far more terrifying.

He leaned slightly toward the False Cultivator beside him and whispered,

[…That feeling… isn’t it similar to a Sovereign? Could it be there’s a Sovereign lineage here…?]

[…]

The False Cultivator also fixed his gaze on Li Feng, and his entire existence trembled.

Because… it should have been impossible for any form or trace of a Sovereign to appear here.

After all…

“THEY” had sealed everything so thoroughly that not even the gaze of any Sovereign could penetrate this place.

Suddenly—

“Oh? What are you guys whispering about?”

Li Feng’s tall figure appeared behind them like a ghost.

He casually placed one hand on each of their shoulders, smiling like an old friend reuniting after a long time.

Yan Moxuan and the False Cultivator froze.

They slowly turned their heads to look back at the huge figure looming over them.

Right now, Li Feng’s face was full of a happy, almost radiant smile as he tightened his grip on their shoulders.

“You guys have no idea how happy I am in this moment…”

Suddenly, an intense gravity descended from above, as if the stars themselves were pressing down.

BAAAMMM!!

[…!]

[…!!]

A suffocating stillness spread outward, devouring sound, devouring motion…devouring even the faint flicker of spiritual energy in the surroundings.

“After all… you guys have made me feel rather unpleasant and… I am dying to repay every last bit of it…”

BOOOOMMM!!

The world itself seemed to bow its head under that invisible weight.

Yan Moxuan’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.

His knees bent… not by choice, but by force.

Crack—

The ground beneath his feet fractured like fragile glass, spiderweb fissures racing outward as the black wave tremble violently.

[…What?]

His voice came out strangled, crushed under the pressure pressing against his chest, his bones and his very soul.

Beside him, the False Cultivator fared even worse.

His entire body trembled violently, the black liquid that composed him rippling uncontrollably, as though it were about to collapse into formless sludge at any moment.

[…This is… suppression… from a higher existence…?]

A terrifying thought flashed through the False Cultivator’s mind as he struggled to turn his head and look at the man standing behind them.

Li Feng stood there like a sovereign carved from the void itself, his tall frame outlined by faint, drifting strands of silvery starlight.

His presence didn’t merely exist…

It overrode everything around it.

Then the black waves around them surged violently, engulfing both the False Cultivator and Yan Moxuan.

SPLASH!!

In the next instant,

A distance away, the black tide crashed back into form.

Yan Moxuan stumbled forward, his boots skidding across shattered ground as he barely caught his balance.

His chest heaved violently, every breath ragged and uneven.

Beside him, the False Cultivator reformed, though his figure flickered unnaturally and unstable… like something barely holding itself together.

Both of them snapped their heads up at the same time, extremely alert and on guard against this overwhelming existence.

Li Feng let out a soft, low chuckle.

Right now, he felt as if he had become the ruler of this world… powerful, terrifying, and utterly dominant.

But he knew he didn’t have time to waste.

He turned his gaze toward Yan Moxuan.

Since cutting off his head and crushing his heart couldn’t kill him…

“…Let’s try something else.”

Li Feng smiled as he slowly unfolded his arms and brought his hands together in a deliberate, prayer-like motion.

Seeing this, Yan Moxuan tensed up.

[What is that guy planning—]

The words never left his mouth as a strange sensation crept over him.

He suddenly felt the space around him being… pressed.

Slowly, as if he were trapped inside a shrinking capsule, Yan Moxuan’s eyes widened as he looked around.

The space itself was closing in like invisible walls pressed against him from all directions… silent and merciless, like an unseen coffin tightening around its prey.

[…What is this?]

His voice came out distorted, squeezed from his throat as his chest began to cave inward.

His arms trembled as he tried to push outward but there was nothing to touch, nothing to resist.

…Only an all-encompassing force that ignored his strength, ignored his existence keep crashing in.

Slowly, his body began to… compress.

Crack…

His bones creaked.

Crack…

His muscles twisted.

Blood vessels burst beneath his skin, crimson lines spreading like cracks across fragile porcelain.

And in his final moments of confusion, Yan Moxuan looked up—

…Only to find himself suddenly become tiny and floating in the center of Li Feng’s massive approaching palm.

[Eh?]

The world… had twisted.

Space and time themselves seemed to have warped as he had suddenly become nothing more than an insignificant insect trapped between the hand of… a god.

With a cold sneer, Li Feng’s hands finally clasped together, crushing the tiny sphere containing Yan Moxuan between his palms.

BAM!

CRACK!

The tiny sphere of compressed space collapsed instantly.

And in that single, merciless motion….

…Yan Moxuan, the 11th Emissary of Divine Blood ceased to exist.

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