The powerful Tier Six Slaanesh Demon pinned to the altar, along with the massive, unholy altar of flesh and blood beneath it, simply... evaporated. In an instant, it was as if they were erased by an invisible, higher-dimensional force—utterly and completely.
Not a single speck of ash remained.
RUMBLE—
Without the altar’s support, the entire mountain could no longer withstand the force that surpassed all limits. It began to tilt, then crumble.
And Qin Feng, still holding the posture of his punch, stood silently amidst a world on the verge of annihilation.
When Qin Feng’s supreme punch, Qian Yuan, slammed down on the screen.
When the once-imperious Tier Six Slaanesh Demon, along with the massive altar of flesh and blood, was utterly evaporated and erased in silent annihilation.
And when the teetering mountain, having finally lost its core support, came crashing down, burying all sin beneath the dust.
In the highest conference room of the Fearless Warband headquarters, the dozen or so Ninth-level Extreme Martial Artists, who had been sitting with unshakable, profound auras, shot to their feet in unison!
The usual calm and dignity on their faces had vanished, replaced by unconcealable, utter shock and horror!
"What... what a powerful killing technique!"
A brawny Ninth-level Martial Artist, renowned for his offensive power, gasped out loud.
His eyes were glued to the screen, to the figure slowly retracting its fist, now wreathed in the smoke and dust of the collapsing mountain. His voice was thick with disbelief.
"That technique... The power it unleashed completely exceeds the scope achievable at the fifth level of the Primordial Acupoints!"
"It does more than just exceed the scope!"
The most senior and knowledgeable veteran beside him spoke, his voice also trembling slightly.
He quickly pulled up Qin Feng’s physical data model alongside the Imperial Academy of Sciences’ standard Martial Artist Combat Power assessment report. Comparing the two, he reached a conclusion that made his own heart pound.
"Look at this!"
He pointed at the rapidly scrolling data stream on the light screen and said in a loud voice, "Qin Feng’s life force index is 7,200, the peak of the fifth-level ’Minor Limit’ stage. But his physical foundation is far beyond that of an ordinary Martial Artist at this stage! According to our previous assessment, his growth potential is comparable to that of a juvenile Starry Sky Giant Beast. This means his base attributes—pure physical strength, endurance, speed, and so on—are already several times greater than a ’Gold-Standard Human, Class III’ Martial Artist of the same rank!"
"And that final punch he just threw, Qian Yuan,"
The veteran’s finger jabbed at the peak energy reading, which had spiked to a crimson red. "According to the system’s preliminary calculations, the efficiency of his Spiritual Energy circulation and the instantaneous explosive force... were at least... at least fifty times greater than the maximum output of a ’Gold-Standard Human, Class III’ Martial Artist of the same rank!"
"Fifty times!!!"
As soon as the number was spoken, a collective gasp echoed through the conference room.
They were all planetary-level powerhouses; they understood the terrifying implications behind that number.
"Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!"
"And did any of you notice,"
Another Ninth-level Martial Artist, one with exceptionally high Mental Power and a scholarly air, adjusted the monocle on his nose. His eyes glinted with a mixture of wisdom and shock. "In his technique, Qian Yuan, his Will has faintly begun to incorporate the characteristics of Mental Power! No, it wasn’t just that last move. The earlier fist technique he used, the one called Jinluan—its domineering Will was already capable of spontaneously and faintly inducing a resonance with Mental Power, placing substantial pressure on the enemy’s mind!"
"What kind of monstrous talent for the Martial Dao is that!"
He couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration, "He hasn’t even systematically studied a single method for controlling Mental Power, yet he has used his own incredibly pure Martial Dao Will to spontaneously cross the threshold into its application! He turned the ethereal concept of ’Will’ into a tangible ’Power’ that can interfere with reality! I’ve only ever read of such things in the Empire’s most ancient legends!"
The conference room erupted in a clamor.
The gazes of these powerhouses, men who stood at the very pinnacle of the Empire’s Martial Dao, had completely transformed as they watched the young man on the screen.
If, before, they had seen Qin Feng as a gifted "genius" with a promising future.
Then now, he was a living, breathing "Demon" who had revealed the bearing of a god.
A talent that stunned the world! A gift without parallel!
However, just as everyone was still reeling from the immense, paradigm-shifting shock, an out-of-place laugh—filled with glee and mockery—suddenly erupted.
"Haha... HAHAHAHA—"
Everyone turned toward the sound. They saw their Battle Commander, Feng Zhiyu, sprawled undignifiedly in his chair, one hand clutching his stomach and the other slapping his thigh, laughing so hard that tears were welling in his eyes.
"I’m... I’m dying of laughter! HAHAHAHA—"
He was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, a stark contrast to his usual dignified and composed persona.
The Ninth-level Martial Artists in the room looked at one another, their faces masks of confusion and bewilderment.
’What’s... wrong with the Battle Commander?’
’Did Qin Feng’s monstrous power shock him so badly he’s lost his mind?’