127: Chapter 127 Tenth Revolution Perfected! Indiscriminate Ultimate Kill! The High-Dimensional Chessboard Collapses Completely!

The third one — a 4-yuan realm demonic cultivator. He detonated the chaotic killing formation he had accumulated over two eras, shrouding Jiang Feng in a light of destruction capable of shattering an entire low-dimensional plane.

The light dissipated.

Jiang Feng didn't even have a single hair out of place.

With a backhand punch, the person was gone.

The fourth one — 6-yuan realm.

This one was smarter, directly tearing through space to escape into a dimensional rift — an absolute blind spot that even divine sense could not reach, historically the life-saving trump card of a Hunyuan Supreme.

Two breaths later.

Jiang Feng reached directly into the void rift and dragged him out of his hiding place.

Before he could stabilize his figure, his soul and body were already annihilated.

The fifth one — 7-yuan realm!

He was already the highest-realm cultivator among all the Supremes present.

He didn't run, nor did he resist.

He chose to negotiate.

"Fellow Daoist!" The 7-yuan Supreme cupped his hands, his face pale but still maintaining his final dignity. "I am willing to offer all the accumulations of three thousand eras, just ask —"

"Sorry."

Jiang Feng walked past him.

He didn't even stop his footsteps.

With just a casual wave as he passed.

The 7-yuan Supreme's figure froze for half a second, then, like a shattered mirror, disintegrated silently from the center outward.

"— I'm in a hurry."

One incense stick.

It only took one incense stick.

"Ding! Killed Hunyuan Supreme · Blood Fiend (4-yuan realm)! Plundered 12 Jian of attributes!"

"Ding! Killed Hunyuan Supreme · Void Emperor (6-yuan realm)! Plundered 20 Jian of attributes!"

"Ding! Killed Hunyuan Supreme · Tribulation Heaven (7-yuan realm)! Plundered 25 Jian of attributes!"

"Ding! Killed Hunyuan Supreme · World Destroyer (3-yuan realm)! Plundered 10 Jian of attributes!"

"Ding! Killed Hunyuan Supreme · Primordial (5-yuan realm)..."

"Ding! Killed..."

"Ding! ..."

The system notifications were so dense they merged into a single sound, like heavy rain hammering on a tin roof.

Ten figures, ten Hunyuan Supreme corpses.

One incense stick.

Clearing complete.

...

"10th Rank task progress: 10/10 — Completed!"

"Congratulations, Host! Occupation automatically advanced: Qiankun Dao Master (10th Rank, Heavenly Venerable level)!"

"Learned Heavenly Venerable-level supreme divine ability —"

"Hunyuan Supreme · Heavens Dragon Emperor!"

"Effect: After activation, the Host can transform into an infinite-sized Hunyuan-level Supreme Dragon Emperor form! Simultaneously wield the three supreme laws of Thunder, Destruction, and Reincarnation, immune to all attacks and profound mysteries below the Hunyuan level, with combat power skyrocketing by 5 million times!"

"Special Effect — Absolute Annihilation: When the Host's six-dimensional attributes are higher than the target's, every attack automatically carries a 100% kill judgment. Ignores all defenses, laws, and causal protection; trigger equals death!"

"No cooldown. No consumption."

"Reward: All six-dimensional attributes + 200 Jian!"

"Current total six-dimensional attributes: 466 Jian!"

466 Jian.

What does this number mean?

To put it most intuitively:

Before, at 120 Jian, Jiang Feng could turn a 3-yuan realm Hunyuan Supreme into nothingness with a casual punch.

Now, at 466 Jian.

It's nearly four times that.

And this four-fold base attribute must be superimposed with a 2.4 billion-fold faith combat power multiplier.

The final actual combat figure is something beyond the reach of any reference point.

It's like asking someone, "How bright is it when ten thousand suns explode at once?" — No one can answer, because the question itself is beyond normal cognition.

And 466 Jian multiplied by 2.4 billion times is infinitely more absurd than that.

Jiang Feng looked down at his hands.

His knuckles were distinct, with the luster of dark golden boundary elements surging beneath his skin.

He clenched his fist, then released it.

The Hunyuan Dao fruit within his body had transformed into a Great Dao origin core that circulated thousands of laws, every heartbeat exhaling enough majestic energy to reshape an entire Chaos Realm.

And the newly acquired divine ability, "Hunyuan Supreme · Heavens Dragon Emperor," lay quietly dormant within his body, like a primordial beast waiting to be unleashed.

Five million times combat power surge.

Attribute crushing equals instant kill.

No cooldown, no consumption.

The corners of Jiang Feng's mouth curled slightly.

With this thing added to his foundation of 466 Jian — doesn't that just mean whoever he doesn't like has to die?

"Speed is okay."

He gave a faint summary of this one-incense-stick-long killing spree.

He raised his head.

His gaze crossed the vast wilderness of the Taihuang Battlefield, casting toward the deep, dark red sky pressing down from further away.

There, an aura far thicker and more ancient than any Hunyuan Supreme lay sleeping.

It was as heavy as if the world itself were breathing.

That was not the level of a chess piece.

That was the realm belonging to the "Chess Player."

Jiang Feng stared for a moment.

He withdrew his gaze and turned around.

...

Xuanji stood ten thousand miles away.

Like a sculpture.

No.

A sculpture at least has a complete expression.

She didn't even have an expression.

Her eyes were open, but her pupils had completely lost focus. Her lips were slightly parted, as if she had something to say, but her brain had refused to function, unable to organize a single thought.

From the moment Jiang Feng stepped into the Taihuang Battlefield to the moment the clearing was complete.

It was only one incense stick of time.

Ten Hunyuan Supremes.

Each one was a top-tier predator that had slaughtered in the Taihuang Battlefield for several eras.

Each one was a main combat force capable of acting as a core piece in the high-dimensional chess game.

All dead.

The method of death was uniform.

One punch.

There was no second punch.

Xuanji exerted great effort to make her lips close again.

She suddenly felt that the very act of being sent by Venerable Xuan to "observe" Jiang Feng was a massive joke.

Observe?

With what would she observe?

She couldn't even capture the trajectory of his punch; what could she observe?

She carried the cyan-gold Dharma robe bestowed by a high-dimensional great being, maintained the airs of a Supreme Adjudicator, and traveled across dimensions to stand before him.

Only to discover that her existence, to him, was not even worth as much as a blade of grass on the side of the road.

At least a blade of grass could block the wind.

...

Supreme Void.

Before the chessboard.

Old Man Ming's complexion could no longer be described as "ugly."

On the black and white chessboard before him that spanned across ten thousand worlds, ten black pieces shattered simultaneously.

Fragments splattered across the table.

Those were the elite pieces he had managed for several eras.

Each one was a killing weapon he had carefully selected from ten thousand worlds and cultivated by expending endless resources.

One incense stick.

All gone.

Old Man Ming's hand rested on the edge of the table. His fingertips were slightly white.

Opposite him, Old Man Xuan held a teacup and took a slow sip.

The tea fragrance curled and rose in the dead-silent void between the two high-dimensional great beings.

"Anxious?"

Two words.

Understated.

Yet like two needles, they accurately pricked Old Man Ming's lungs.

Old Man Ming didn't speak.

He didn't smash the cup, didn't erupt with pressure, and his expression didn't even change much.

He just slowly raised his head.

Looking at the tiny dot of light walking across the Taihuang wilderness.

In his eyes, for the first time, appeared a trace of genuine, unadorned —

Fear.