? Rex, nearing the rank of imperial-level magical beings, truly proves his strength. A mere energy sphere, exploding just over two meters away from Qin Feng, sends him sprawling. Both of them stabilize simultaneously. Rex wipes blood from his lips and says coldly, "Qin Feng, you're more formidable than I anticipated." Qin calmly shakes his left arm, slightly numb from the blast, and retorts, "You haven't let me down, but with attacks as unimpressive as yours, do you really think you can win?" "Now that you mention it, don't you find this a bit premature?" Rex replies with a sharp tone. "He who laughs last wins." On the heavenly viewing platform, Laojun wipes sweat from his brow and remarks, "Your Majesty, the situation seems unfavorable—the two are evenly matched; it will come down to who has greater stamina and endures longer." The Jade Emperor frowns, "The golden elixirs you've given him—have they any beneficial effect on his vitality and spiritual energy?" "Yes, but since the duration of treatment has been too short, many of the medicines haven't had enough time to take full effect, so the results won't be very noticeable." The old man felt uncertain. On the magical side, the Magic Emperor was equally concerned. With the battle evenly matched, it was difficult to determine who would ultimately prevail. A single small mistake from either side could easily lead to serious consequences. Thud... thud... The two engaged in fierce, back-and-forth combat on the stage. At the Heaven's Hall, the young girls found the Heavenly Emperor. "What is it that brings you all here?" the Emperor asked with a cheerful smile. Though the girls had only recently arrived, each of them displayed remarkable cultivation potential, making the other young disciples feel inferior. Moreover, the Emperor's fondness for them was naturally strengthened by their charm. Mei Hui spoke up, "Master, we can't let go of Xiao Feng. We would like to visit him, cheer him on, and support him. Would you kindly grant us permission?" "Linli continued, "Master, we truly would like to go, but we don't know where the battlefield is located, so..." But the old man quickly added, "No, not attendants. I said so right from the start—Hao Tian Palace simply doesn't have that many attendants. Their attire varies so much. If I'm not mistaken, these must be Qin Feng's beloved companions." The Jade Emperor huffed, "You just figured it out now—well, I've known this all along." Hearing the old man's tone sound slightly wounded, he immediately realized he had said something wrong and hurried to flatter him: "Your Majesty is truly wise. As for me, I'm just old and my vision is fading—there's no way I can compare to you. I'll go and welcome the Emperor." With that, he dashed off. The Jade Emperor murmured softly, "Well, you managed to escape in time—otherwise, I'd have had to find some reason to scold you, old man." While chatting with the Supreme Old Immortal, the Emperor of Heaven brought the young ladies to the viewing platform. Though these young ladies were still relatively new to the heavenly court, their presence as companions of the Emperor made the seated courtiers rise to make room for them. The Emperor didn't hold back either, inviting them, "Sit down, all of you—please take a rest. You've been flying for so long, you must be tired." "Master, we're not tired at all—we still want to cheer for our husbands," Lin Caivwei said. "Very well," the Emperor smiled, then remembered to speak to the Jade Emperor, "Ah, how has Qin Feng been doing?" The Jade Emperor thought to himself how much these young ladies and Qin Feng were valued by the Emperor, and smiled, "Since the beginning, their performances have been evenly matched. Overall, Qin Feng has held the upper hand for a longer period." "Oh, that's good. The disciples trained under my Hall of Haotian—surely they won't fall short," the Emperor added, not wanting to miss an opportunity to highlight his own achievements. Tai Shang Laojun bowed respectfully, "Emperor and Grand Emperor, let us focus on the match. I too would like to cheer for Qin Feng, my young friend." At that moment, the young women exchanged glances, unfolded their pre-prepared banners and flags, and shouted in unison: "Husband, husband, you're the best! Husband, husband, you're the strongest! Husband, husband, we're certain you'll win!" "Husband, husband, you're the best! Husband, husband, you're the strongest! Husband, husband, we're certain you'll win!" The old man's face turned green—how could I possibly muster such a chant? Can we even say something respectable? The group of ministers, in turn, involuntarily stepped back, feigning as though they didn't recognize these people at all. On the stage, Qin Feng, hearing his wives' enthusiastic cries, felt instantly confident and energized. With a powerful blow, he sent Rex flying across the arena, then called out, "Wives, thank you so much! I promise not to let you down!" Even the Jade Emperor's face turned green—after all the effort he'd put into his grand move, you're now seizing the momentum and launching a counterattack? When exactly should such a statement have been made—why now? Rex stepped back several paces, took a deep breath, and raised his long sword, saying, "Qin Feng, watch this." Shhh-shhh-shhh... dozens of sword blades slashed through the air, forming a dense, interwoven net. Qin Feng moved with agility, veering to the side, and managed to slip through effortlessly. Before he even landed, he launched his Haotian hammer—crushing the heavens with a single blow. Boom... Rex was sent crashing to the ground once again. The young girls erupted in cheers, and Ling called out enthusiastically, "My husband is amazing! What's the point of 'even match'? Are your eyes only for breathing? My husband has clearly been in complete control all along!" The Jade Emperor's face turned even paler. It had been perfectly balanced just a moment ago—his own strength had been evenly matched. It was only because of your arrival that Qin Feng's potential was truly awakened. Is the Emperor of the Jade Palace someone who would lie about such things? The Heavenly Emperor nodded thoughtfully, stroking his beard, saying, "Of course, my disciple will prevail. Keep going, young Qin Feng—Master is very confident in you." "Husband, husband, you're the best! Husband, husband, you're the strongest! Husband will win!" Qin Shao grew more and more determined as the battle progressed, several times forcing Rex into the corner and leaving his opponent with little chance to counterattack. Thud… thud… thud… Rex was struck repeatedly, spewing blood as he collapsed to one knee on the edge of the arena, holding his long sword with one hand while gasping for breath. "Ha! Are you ready to surrender?" Qin Shao said, retracting his hammer. "Just say it plainly. Why do you have to kneel? It's polite, but I don't appreciate it. I'm not your ancestor—why should I have to bow to you?" A sharp-tongued remark, truly sharp-tongued. Rex's eyes blazed with fury, his teeth clenched. "Qin Feng, don't get too confident. I'll have you kneeling before me in a moment—my magical transformation!" What does "transformation" mean? Crack… crack… With a crisp series of splintering sounds, Rex's body began to change—mirroring the transformation of a bloodline, his muscles tightening and hardening like iron, his height increasing by a third. On the magical viewing platform, the cheers fell silent. They all knew what transformation meant. The magical race, like the bloodline, achieves a temporary boost in power by burning a portion of their life force, at a significant cost to their physical well-being afterward. The Magi Emperor's expression remained uncertain—once transformed, his nephew would never be able to surpass him. He felt both disappointed and somewhat relieved. Disappointment stemmed from the fact that his nephew could no longer lead the magical race to greater heights; relief came from the assurance that he no longer feared rebellion, as strength was the ultimate measure of status in the magical realm. Rex swiftly completed his transformation and charged forward with his long sword toward Qin Feng. Thud… The Heavenly Hammer struck him, yet his advance remained unimpeded. His sword cleaved through Qin Feng's spiritual shield. Qin Feng collapsed, and the glow of his shield dimmed considerably. "Husband," the young women called out with concern. "What good does a transformation do now? He leapt up from the ground, holding the Haotian Hammer horizontally before his chest, and launched a dark weapon with his left hand—the Star Sickle. The Star Sickle not only enables swift travel across different star realms but also possesses a hidden offensive capability that Qin Feng only recently discovered. *Swoosh*—the Star Sickle transformed into a streak of dark light, precisely striking and piercing through Rex’s chest, emerging from his back. Rex lowered his head, gazing at the transparent circular hole in his chest, bewildered—though he had clearly transformed, why had this happened? Qin Feng poured all his remaining spiritual energy into the hammer’s handle, and as he threw the Haotian Hammer, he managed to force out a few words: “Wuji Great Way.”