The Blade of Heavenly Punishment!
It falls...
The celestial energy fills the surroundings, fierce and domineering, annihilating all life.
Invisible force coalesces into a blade, like the mythical Blade of Heavenly Punishment hanging over the fate of all.
Anyone who defies it—heaven's will is like a blade; once it falls, bearing the majestic might of the heavens, the rebel will be reduced to ashes, rejected by heaven and earth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"What's that sound?" The crowd stirred in commotion.
Thunder rumbled through the void, as if the heavens themselves were enraged.
In an instant, only a single blade of light remained in the world, slowly descending, filled with the intent of annihilation, destroying everything.
The blade light seemed slow, but its invisible force had already locked onto Feng Lin's form, leaving him no escape.
In truth, Feng Lin didn't try to flee. His body instinctively sensed the threat, raising goosebumps.
A fervent gleam lit up his eyes.
In myth, the Great Sage dared to storm the Heavenly Palace, enduring hammer blows, axe strikes, thunder, and fire without losing a single hair, leaving the lofty celestial immortals helpless.
What was there to fear from a mere Blade of Heavenly Punishment?
Feng Lin wanted to see just how powerful this heavenly blade was.
Ha!
Feng Lin formed hand seals, his palms spinning in the air like fluttering butterflies, dazzling to behold.
His palm techniques merged into one, like a banner shielding him, stirring the void with an aura of primordial chaos.
The Primordial Banner Seal!
Puff! Puff! Puff!
His palms struck repeatedly, sweeping away the scattered blade energy.
Clang!
A white light flashed through the air—hand moved, blade fell.
All was still.
The crowd stared, fixated on the scene, not daring to blink.
The blade energy dissipated, revealing two figures standing face to face, locked in a stalemate.
Feng Lin's hands were clasped together, a sharp treasured blade caught between his palms, its edge halted just before his forehead, unable to advance further.
The blade's tip seemed only a centimeter away from defeating Feng Lin.
But his palms, like the gates of heaven, clamped down on the blade, turning that centimeter into an insurmountable chasm.
Catching the blade barehanded!
Silence fell. Everyone was stunned, incredulous.
Catching a blade with bare hands—this was the stuff of legend.
It might happen occasionally in ordinary brawls, but among interstellar cultivators, whose moves were so vicious, it was nearly impossible.
Yet Feng Lin had done it.
The reality before them forced them to believe, no matter how hard it was to accept.
What shocked them most was that Feng Lin had caught the lethal blade technique of Feng Li, one of the family's top talents, renowned for his swordsmanship. It was simply...
Words failed them to describe their shock—only shock remained.
They were speechless!
Only one question lingered in their minds.
Just how tough was Feng Lin's body?
Sure, a man should be tough, but this was too much...
Crack! A crisp sound of breaking.
The crowd's expressions shifted as they looked over.
Feng Lin pressed his palms together and twisted sharply. The treasured blade between them let out a strained groan, crumbling into iron filings that scattered to the ground.
The crowd: "..."
"..." Feng Li stared at his shattered blade, turned without a word, and walked away.
"Next time, when I've gathered all my blade energy into one, I'll defeat you!" He left those words behind as he departed.
Feng Lin paid him no mind.
With his own growth rate, though Feng Li was talented, once defeated, catching up would be incredibly difficult.
Nearly impossible!
Besides, the gap between them was larger than imagined.
Feng Lin looked at his palm, where a clear blade mark showed, with faint traces of blood seeping through his tough skin.
Such a powerful blade technique!
It was so close—just a little more, and it would have cut my skin!
The crowd around was still lost in shock, unable to snap out of it.
Still spacing out in a fight?
Feng Lin grinned fiercely, then vanished, plunging into the crowd.
He activated his stone monkey genes to the max, his body as hard as rock, charging recklessly.
His fists thundered like drums, his kicks lashed like shadows.
Feng Lin made no effort to defend, attacking with wild abandon, his moves brutal, unleashing violent force from a distance.
"Damn it!" The crowd erupted in chaos, struck one after another, their faces twisted in pain.
The pain ignited their ferocity, and they fought back with all their might.
Flames streaked like meteors, raining down...
Wind and thunder gathered, roaring endlessly...
Frigid waves surged, rivers of ice flowing wild...
Having witnessed Feng Lin's terrifying skills, none dared to engage him up close. Instead, they unleashed a torrent of energy attacks, drowning him in a flood.
These were the family's top talents, deeply versed in genetic abilities, working together in seamless coordination.
Their combined energy attacks formed an overwhelming tide.
With nowhere to hide, Feng Lin charged straight into it.
A faint glow appeared on his skin, forming a membrane that deflected all the energy, leaving him unscathed.
Impervious to water and fire, untouched by any technique.
Feng Lin strolled through it all, calm and unhurried.
When his imperviousness was pushed to its peak, he took on an aura of being untouchable by any force.
The energy torrent seemed fierce, but it had quantity without quality.
Feng Lin felt no pressure at all.
Simple logic!
No matter how vast the sea, could it drown a tiny fish?
With his stone monkey genes maxed out, he was just a step away from being an elite cultivator, practically a half-supernatural being.
The essence of this energy was too weak; no amount of quantity could change that. Not only did it fail to harm Feng Lin, but it also felt like soaking in a warm spring, cozy and pleasant.
Screech!
A sharp eagle cry pierced the air, accompanied by howling wind.
Feng Jinpeng rode the gale, soaring high like a golden-winged roc, diving down at incredible speed. A golden shadow flickered through the air, claw strikes coming from all directions.
Even Feng Lin's speed couldn't keep up.
Aside from the inhuman artificial god Titan, this was the first time Feng Lin had faced an opponent faster than himself.
Though the attacks were useless against him, they were annoyingly persistent.
Feng Lin decided not to drag it out any longer. He would end this quickly.
Bullet Time!
He instantly activated his adrenaline genes, entering a special state of bullet time. His thoughts and reactions accelerated, making the world seem to slow down.
Feng Jinpeng's face was cold, his body wrapped in wind as he swooped down.
His hands formed claws, sharp as hooks, gleaming with cold light, aiming straight for Feng Lin's throat.
He could already picture Feng Lin captured by his hold, surrendering in defeat, and a cold smirk curled on his lips.
"Come down!" A calm voice rang out.
"What?" Feng Jinpeng's pupils shrank as a pair of seemingly ordinary hands reached out, slow yet fast, rapidly growing larger before his eyes.
"No!" Feng Jinpeng frantically summoned the wind to escape.
But it was too late!
The hands clamped onto his legs like iron bands, yanking him down hard, dragging him from the air.
His arms shook rapidly, delivering high-frequency, violent force.
Feng Jinpeng felt like he'd been hit by an electric current, his body numb, his bones nearly rattled apart, leaving him powerless to struggle.
Feng Lin held him like a dead bird, scanning the surroundings.
No one dared to approach anymore.
He looked around—who could challenge him?