375: Chapter 362 A direct confrontation with a sage, the Seven Treasures Tree breaks

"Jieyin Divine Pillar? Get lost!"

Facing the Innate Magic Treasure unleashed by the Daoist Jieyin, Lin Feng, in 'God-Slayer Mode', did not have even a microsecond's thought of dodging.

The black data black hole behind him spun violently, like a massive turbine engine, emitting a low and terrifying roar. A visible black ripple—a hybrid of an anti-gravity repulsion field and a data deletion command—erupted instantly.

"Clang——!!!"

A loud noise capable of shattering the Divine Soul of a Golden Immortal.

That Jieyin Divine Pillar, famed for being able to guide all living beings and possessing unparalleled defense, was like a ping-pong ball colliding with a high-speed train, sent flying away violently. The Buddha light on the surface of the pillar dimmed instantly, even emitting a groan of being overwhelmed, smashing through layers of the Void Realm before flying off to who knows how many tens of thousands of miles away.

At this moment, Lin Feng was covered in dark red flowing light battle armor, with code named "Truth" flowing on every inch of the armor plates. His eyes were silver-white, pupil-less, like a mechanical demon god descended from the future, coldly staring at the highest Dominator of this world.

Instead of retreating, he advanced; the air beneath his feet exploded into a white sonic boom cloud, and he transformed into a black-red meteor, actively charging towards the two Saints floating in the high heavens.

"He's crazy! This kid has completely lost his mind!"

Below, Kong Xuan watched, his scalp tingling, forgetting to even wave the Five-Colored Divine Feather Fan in his hand.

Those are Saints!

"Below the Saint, all are ants"—this is not an empty phrase, but an iron Law of the primordial world. Saints entrust themselves to the Heavenly Dao; with one thought, they create ten thousand Laws, and with one thought, they destroy the firmament. Since ancient times, even the Eastern Emperor Taiyi of the past, even the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only faced being schemed to death when facing a Saint. It has always been the Saints looking down on all living beings from above; who has ever dared to chase and beat a Saint?

But this unscientific scene was happening right at this moment.

Daoist Zhun Ti had just been blasted away by Lin Feng's "Collapse Fist"; although his Saint body recovered instantly, that withered old face could no longer hold its composure. A flush of shame and anger crept onto his cheeks, and the killing intent in his eyes almost solidified into substance.

"Evil spawn! How dare you injure my Saint body! And ruin my reputation!"

Zhun Ti roared, his Saint power boiling throughout his body. In the Void Realm behind him, a golden dharma image with eighteen heads and twenty-four arms appeared, each hand holding treasures like necklaces, canopies, flower garlands, and fish-gut swords.

But what he relied on most was still the branch in his hand—the seven-treasure wonderful tree.

This was his supreme treasure for proving the Dao; its original body was the Innate Geng Metal Bodhi Tree, refined by combining seven treasures including gold, silver, and glaze. It claimed to be able to "brush away anything." In the Battle of the Gods, even Kong Xuan's incomparably tyrannical Five-Colored Divine Light was suppressed by it, and even the Master of Heaven's Immortal-Slaughtering Sword could be brushed aside.

In Zhun Ti's view, that punch just now was merely him being careless. As long as he unleashed the seven-treasure wonderful tree, there was nothing in this world that he could not brush away!

"Lin Feng, this turtle shell of yours is indeed strange, but in the face of absolute Heavenly Dao Laws, everything is vanity!"

"I don't believe that this so-called 'technology' of yours can withstand a full-power brush from me!"

Zhun Ti took a step forward, and the seven-treasure wonderful tree in his hand erupted with unprecedented seven-colored brilliant light.

"Seven-Treasure Wonder Technique: Ten Thousand Laws Return to Emptiness!"

This brush was no longer a simple attack, but an erasure at the level of rules.

The heavens and earth changed color. The Spiritual Qi of the entire Aparagodaniya was drained in an instant, and even light, sound, and time were swept into this brush. The seven-colored light transformed into a river of destruction; wherever it passed, space was annihilated, Laws were reorganized, and everything was to return to nothingness.

Facing this heaven-destroying, unavoidable strike, the silver light in Lin Feng's eyes flickered at an extreme frequency.

[Warning: Encountered Law-level erasure attack.]

[Attack Attribute: Karma Law / Matter Decomposition / Spiritual Power Deprivation.]

[God-Slayer Mode response plan: Logic hard-clash.]

[Activating 'Absolute Physics' engine. Loading 'Reality Anchoring' module.]

Lin Feng did not use any energy waves to counter-attack, because playing energy-clash games in front of a Saint was stupid.

He extended that right hand wrapped in black armor.

That hand did not look huge, but under the blessing of the System, it now represented the absolute rule of another dimension— "Conservation of Matter."

"Give me... stop!"

Lin Feng's palm reached straight toward that seven-colored river.

"Courting death!" Zhun Ti sneered, his eyes full of mockery. A Mortal body daring to catch the seven-treasure wonderful tree head-on? The next second, this hand would turn to ash!

However.

The next second, Zhun Ti's smile froze on his face.

An incredible scene occurred.

That seven-colored light, capable of brushing away the Major Thousand Worlds and forcing even Saints to avoid its sharpness, did not explode or decompose Lin Feng's hand the moment it touched his palm.

Instead, it was like a rapid current encountering an eternal, immovable reef, forced to automatically split apart!

Sizzle—!

A harsh friction sound resounded through the heavens and earth; it was two completely different Universe rules violently grinding against each other.

Lin Feng's hand passed through the light, passed through Karma, and passed through those layers of Saint Laws.

Finally.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

Lin Feng's large hand, covered in a black metal glove, grabbed the trunk of the seven-treasure wonderful tree!

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Zhun Ti was shocked, subconsciously wanting to pull back his Magic Treasure.

"Rise!"

He was a Saint, after all; the power of this pull was enough to uproot Mount Sumeru.

However, it did not move a single bit.

Lin Feng's hand was like it was welded onto it, or like a huge black hole sucking onto the branch. No matter how Zhun Ti channeled his magic power, the branch seemed to have taken root, unable to move a single inch.

"How is it possible... how can your Physical Body touch an Innate Magic Treasure without damage?!" Zhun Ti screamed in terror.

Lin Feng slowly raised his head.

Those silver-white eyes stared at Zhun Ti's terrified eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel and arrogant arc.

"Zhun Ti, do you think that as long as it's an Innate Magic Treasure, it's invincible?"

"Unfortunately, in my hometown, there is a saying—Brute force creates miracles."

"I find this broken branch of yours too soft even for sweeping the floor. Is this the foundation of your Western Sect? I think it's a shoddy construction!"

Lin Feng's mechanical, cold voice rang out, devoid of any emotion, carrying only pure oppression.

At this moment, the Jieyin Daoren not far away finally reacted, his expression changing drastically: "Junior Brother, be careful! This brat is strange!"

Jieyin wanted to rush over to rescue, but as soon as he moved, the black hole behind Lin Feng spewed out countless black chains; although they could not trap a Saint, they were enough to delay him for a moment.

And this moment was enough.

"System, increase power! Overclocked output!"

"Hydraulic transmission... full load!"

Lin Feng's left hand also grabbed on violently, both hands gripping the two ends of the seven-treasure wonderful tree tightly.

His right knee rose violently, aiming at the center point of the trunk.

At this moment, the armor all over Lin Feng's body was roaring, all his reputation points were burning, turning into the purest kinetic energy.

"Give me—break!!!"