The Juiling God is also a rather unreliable one. When praising his nephew, he's quite ungenerous. People understand this approach, having worked alongside him for so long—by now, it's simply become second nature. The inhabitants of the Pangu realm tend to be boastful and arrogant, and they share one common flaw: self-importance. These folks proudly claim to be descendants of Pangu, born with certain divine powers of the Great Pangu Deity and hailed as the finest race in the heavenly realm. Yet many find this claim dubious. Pangu Deity is renowned for his ability to create the heavens and the earth—a feat unmatched by any other deity or bodhisattva across the cosmos. Yet historical records indicate that Pangu never married nor formed any emotional bond with any woman. Where, then, do these descendants come from? Could it be that you, like Sun Wukong, emerged directly from stone? Thud… Qin barely managed to dodge, and was sent flying backward, landing as a small black dot on the horizon—just like the previous giant. "Ha ha ha! Now you know my strength!" the giant laughed heartily, finally wiping out his earlier humiliation. Chen Xisai, slightly concerned, asked Qingya, "Qin, are you all right? That punch from the giant seemed incredibly powerful. And since Qin didn’t use a flying artifact, how did he return?" The beautiful Inspector smiled reassuringly, "Don’t worry—he’ll make it back." As the crowd grew increasingly anxious, a slowly drifting object resembling a magnified peach kernel floated past. It gently passed through the automatically opening "Eagle-Wing" gate located to the right front, where Qin was sitting calmly inside. Jiguang immediately leapt up, shouting, "Cheating! This young man has returned using a divine artifact—this is cheating! Let us all join me in condemning him!" As he spoke, he suddenly noticed that the gazes of the people around had turned less favorable. It struck him then that his own nephew, Jihan, had also returned via a divine artifact not long ago. His face flushed deeply with embarrassment. In Xuzhou, the official authorities allow fires to be lit but prohibit the common people from lighting lamps—how could there be such rules in the heavenly realm? Qin stepped calmly out of the Star-Sphere, glanced at Jiguang's pig-liver complexion, and mocked, "I never thought that Jiguang would be such a principled figure. But I can't understand—when your nephew cheated, where did your sense of principle go? Was it eaten by a dog? Yet if it was, how did it return now? That's truly astonishing." Jiguang's face turned even redder, as if he wished to vanish into the ground—how humiliating! "Young man, stop your mere verbal bravado." "Of course the giant wouldn't stand by and watch his uncle mocked—he barked, 'Let's keep fighting. No surrender until one of us falls.' 'As you wish,' replied the other, and they clashed once again, striking with a series of solid thuds. In fact, the blow just delivered had taken a significant toll on Qin Feng. That's why he'd allowed the Star-Sphere to return gradually—giving himself ample time to recover. Now he clearly realized that to triumph, he'd have to think creatively. The 'One Hammer to Break the Sky' and the 'Spinning Sky Hammer' techniques, once so effective at the beginning, were no longer yielding the same results. Fortunately, he still had one more move up his sleeve—the 'Thunderous Flying Hammer'—hoping to finish off the big man in a single, decisive blow. After delivering the punch, he swiftly retreated a few steps before hurling the hammer. In the stands, Chen Xisu covered his eyes, murmuring, 'Qin, even if you're running out of tricks, we don't need to keep relying on that one—by now, it's clearly becoming ineffective.' The towering opponent thought the same: "I can easily dodge your attacks—what else do you have? If you're really that good, you're going to die right here. He used the successful evasive technique he'd previously mastered, shifting his body sideways, waiting for the Hao Tian Chu to fly past and then charge straight at Qin Feng. Unexpectedly, as the hammer was mid-flight, it simply vanished. While he was still stunned, it suddenly appeared at his head, growing larger and rapidly descending. Whoosh... Boom! The giant couldn't dodge in time and was struck hard, driven deep into the platform, only his upper torso remaining visible. His eyes watered with stars, and his tongue burst out halfway. Qin Feng, now in full control, directed the Hao Tian Chu to keep hammering relentlessly, as if he intended to plant the giant firmly into the platform, water him, fertilize him, and harvest him the following year. With several more blows, the giant was left with only half his head exposed, clearly losing all resistance—now completely at the mercy of his attackers. The events unfolded too swiftly for many in the audience to react, until the Giant God shouted, "You Chinese dare to challenge me! Release my nephew at once—otherwise, I'll have you bloodied within five paces!" Qin Feng withdrew his Haotian hammer and scoffed, "Just a moment ago, who claimed there would be no compromise in life or death? How quickly things have changed now!" "Young man, I warn you—release my nephew, and we'll treat this as if nothing ever happened. Should you dare to kill him, I guarantee you'll not survive the next hour. Try it, if you don't believe me." As he spoke, he drew his two axes from his back, clearly intent on crushing his opponent to pulp. "Hah! Truly comical. It seems your Giant family has always been one of back-biting, of breaking promises and profiting from them. Now I finally understand." "Qin Feng coldly smiled, saying, "My greatest strength is that I never back down under pressure. If you approach me politely and humbly, perhaps I'll spare him. But now that you've threatened me, I can confidently tell you—no matter how gracefully you kneel and beg, he's still doomed." "Qin Feng, why don't you spare the giant then? Heaven has a kind heart, after all," Qingya interjected, hoping to prevent a rift between Qin Feng and the Giant Spirit. "Indeed, Heaven has a kind heart. Yet there are countless beings who don't deserve to live. Since Heaven itself is unwilling to take them away, I shall have to step in and shoulder this burden." He declared, "Yaya, even if I spare him, do you think these petty, narrow-minded people will truly let us go? Instead of creating endless troubles for ourselves later, let's strike now and show them just how formidable I am." With that, he kicked his legs back, leaping high into the air, channeling a vast amount of spiritual energy into the hammer's handle. He then shouted, "One blow to shatter the heavens!" The Heaven-Sword cried out sharply, striking the giant squarely on the crown of his head. His skull shattered like a watermelon, splattering violently. Seeing his nephew's fate sealed, the giant regally cried, "Chuaxia youth, you're done!" As he spoke, he leapt high into the air, swinging his two axes down toward him with powerful pressure. With the giant's death on the battlefield, the surrounding barriers dissolved. Qin Feng was immediately subdued by the giant's overwhelming presence, unable to raise his head, and as the axe descended, the situation grew perilously urgent.