"He actually broke through?" Nangong Ling's eyes flickered, unable to accept what she had just witnessed. She knew Chen Feng wasn't weak and that he could withstand her full-power strike—otherwise, she wouldn't have resorted to such a tactic. But this kind of reckless, unyielding, violent counterattack had completely caught her off guard. Without a reply, a Scarlet Gold flame pillar shot straight into the sky. The wall of flames unfurled, encircling the heavens, warping space, and sealing off the Sun God-like silver-masked figure nearby. Then, a deep voice echoed, the black cloak billowing in the wind. "Not bad. Very impressive." The Glazed Crystal, riddled with cracks, was tempered by the Scarlet Gold flames and restored to its original state. The Golden Qi, which had been hovering a foot away from his body, quietly retracted and clung tightly to his skin. Chen Feng, completely unharmed, clenched his right fist, the explosive sound of air rushing past echoing in everyone's hearts. "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth." Their eyes met, and Nangong Ling saw a flicker of Crimson Gold Flames in his gaze. A chill suddenly ran through her heart. She immediately activated her ability, intending to recall all the silver feathers. The Crimson Tiger Soars Through the Sky, its blood-red maw gaping like a monstrous beast poised to swallow the heavens. A Soaring Flame Pillar erupted from its mouth, carrying the suffocating heat of molten magma. In an instant, Nangong Ling's expression turned grave. The silver feathers scattered across the Sky Island trembled for a moment, then reversed course with incredible speed, coalescing back into a silver torrent. Hundreds, even thousands, of lingering arcs now crisscrossed the sky—trails of feather-like air currents that refused to dissipate. The Crimson Tiger Soars Through the Sky's fiery breath was blocked by the silver torrent, instantly vaporizing a vast expanse of air. Wisps of white mist curled upwards, seemingly signaling the end of the crisis. Yet Nangong Ling showed no joy. Looking down, she saw that Chen Feng, who should have been standing below, had vanished. In his place was a rapidly approaching arc of Thunder Light. Flames enveloped his body, and his life magnetic field, no longer deliberately suppressed, erupted with explosive force. In that instant, a chill deeper than ever before gripped Nangong Ling's heart. She immediately made a decision: seizing the opportunity, she retracted her feathers and closed her silver wings. As the silver Eagleman of the Sun God gradually faded, its massive wings enveloped everything, transforming into an impenetrable, all-encompassing defense. The golden sunlight was blocked by its wings, and in the shadow below, Nangong Ling seemed to merge with the sun itself. The world trembled violently, and the resonance returned. A powerful heartbeat echoed in everyone's ears. The storm and Pinnacle Intent synchronized, rapidly expanding like a silent force field, enveloping Nangong Ling. Her expression shifted slightly as she felt herself sinking into quicksand. Yet she couldn't struggle to move, for an even more intense Mental Shock, like a hammer, crashed down, threatening to shatter her mental and spiritual defenses. The silver wings, which had been about to close, faltered. Chen Feng, moving with lightning speed, was already before her. The world shook again, and the Sky Island trembled. High in the atmosphere, a column of fire erupted, reaching into the heavens. A comet-sized meteorite, thousands of meters across, plunged from the sky, its massive shadow engulfing the entire earth. Whether it was the Royal Family observing in secret or Speaker Li, the leader of the many Councilors below, everyone was stunned. At this moment, everyone was stunned, their heads tilted back as they gazed at the sky. A massive meteor, no smaller than Sky Island, plummeted through the heavens, eclipsing even the sun's brilliance and casting an eerie gloom over the land. The air vaporized, and the void burned. Overwhelming pressure pinned everyone to the ground. Cracks began to spiderweb across the White Jade Plaza, accompanied by ominous cracking sounds. Floating fragments in mid-air exploded one after another. Nangong Ling, at the center of it all, narrowed her pupils, her expression momentarily dazed. She felt as though a humanoid phantom had materialized behind Chen Feng. The phantom's cold, indifferent face perfectly mirrored the young man's, and the fist imprint he unleashed resonated with the falling meteor at the same frequency. Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt the chilling touch of death. This was the first time since becoming a Legendary Flying General that she had ever felt such a threat. It surged like a tidal wave, a bottomless abyss threatening to swallow her whole. In an instant, mental ripples surged outward, causing the short hair at the back of her head to whip wildly. The fist imprint finally arrived. Nangong Ling widened her eyes. The sky shuddered. A cone-shaped shockwave erupted from behind her, tearing across a thousand meters. The entire sky seemed to split in two. The cloud layer shattered, leaving behind lingering white trails that etched themselves into the azure canvas. The Sky Island's ultra-advanced protective barrier shuddered violently, as if struck by a Category 12 hurricane, tearing through everything in its path. Below, the White Jade Plaza lay in ruins, and even the once-grand hall appeared aged and dilapidated, constantly trembling. Each Councilor felt their heart nearly stop, cold sweat pouring down their faces like rain. Even the Flying General-class cyborgs and Modified Humans leading the security personnel swallowed hard, their throats constricting. Finally, as everyone looked up, the raging storm suddenly stilled, and all the strange phenomena vanished. The falling meteors, the blinding, oppressive flames—all were retracted, leaving no trace. "Looks like I won," a calm, deep voice echoed. The youth in the black windbreaker stood with his back to the sky, resembling a demon god. His silver wings, still unfurled in a half-circle, covered the fist mark that had struck him, stopping just half an inch from his forehead. Their eyes met. Nangong Ling stared at Chen Feng's confident, composed expression and the fist mark hovering so close to his forehead, clearly held back. Her gaze wavered, her mind reeling. The thought flashed through her mind. Her short, stylish hair, once so neat, now appeared disheveled, forcibly blown back by the earlier powerful gusts, frozen in place behind her. The silver mask slowly dissipated, revealing a delicate face lost in thought. Seeing this, Chen Feng remained calm, retracted his fist seal, and turned to leave. He had grown accustomed to the despair of every opponent. For each battle, he would ensure his opponent tasted the depths of despair. His figure slowly descended from the sky. Below, the crowd on the ground remained frozen in shock, their expressions nearly identical. Chen Feng's gaze flickered as he withdrew his gaze and turned to his panel. [Heart of Glory LV6: 36/100] A Legendary Flying General of Envoy Rank, though not as potent as the Holy Shield Colossus, had still provided some nourishment, allowing the Heart of Glory to grow a fraction. His gaze shifted downward to the Azure Armor. [Azure Armor LV8: 11/100] Its progress had also increased a fraction, mostly due to Nangong Ling herself. Faced with the threat of death, even this aloof Legendary Flying General had felt fear. The thought flashed through his mind as his foot landed on the ground. The radiant flames surrounding him dissipated, and the Glazed Crystal and Golden Qi simultaneously retracted. Chen Feng returned to his normal state, and his Life Energy Field and flesh vitality rapidly subsided. Witnessing this scene, the cyborgs and modified humans from the Military and Red Guard wore complex expressions, barely recovering from their shock. Although the data from their scanning modules now registered Chen Feng as an ordinary person, no one truly saw him as such. Moreover, as they watched Chen Feng's back slowly recede into the distance, a sense of awe quietly blossomed in everyone's eyes, or perhaps transformed into a deeper, unforgettable respect. After all, few had witnessed the Nanjiang black tide firsthand. No matter how many rumors circulated, nothing could compare to the reality they had just witnessed. In an instant, all doubts about the Honorary Major General vanished. Even the most iron-willed individuals were left in awe. "Major General... Chen Feng." The Legendary Flying General, watching from above, echoed the sentiment. "Brother Chen, you were absolutely incredible!" The red maple aircraft departed Sky Island, gradually receding into the distance above Radiant Light Inner City. Two Military Flying Cars once again cleared their path, guiding them toward the spatial gate. Inside the cabin, Han Chao, rarely showing such excitement, lost his usual composure. "This time, you've truly boosted the morale of the entire Military. You should have seen the Red Guard's faces! Hahaha!" "I imagine they won't forget this day anytime soon." The teasing tone held a note of pride, and the other military security personnel in the cabin shared a similar sentiment, feeling honored to have witnessed the event. Chen Feng didn't mind their reaction; he could roughly understand their feelings. Though both the Red Guard and the Military were core forces of the Red Nation, their different roles inevitably led to friction behind the scenes. Resource allocation, no matter how fair, was bound to spark dissatisfaction and conflict. This update ıs available on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 Therefore, his victory as an Honorary Major General over Nangong Ling, a high-ranking member of the Red Guard, carried a subtle undertone of significance. He shook his head, dismissing the matter. He knew these were sanctioned power struggles and checks and balances orchestrated by the Red Nation's top brass. Moreover, his sparring match with Nangong Ling had been a casual exchange of skills based on mutual interest, not a deliberate power play. Above all else, though... "Three days from now..." His eyes flickered as the aircraft drew closer to the spatial gate. The majestic Inverted Pyramid loomed in the sky like a cold, colossal beast, its surroundings shimmering with intermittent electromagnetic fluctuations. Despite her defeat, Nangong Ling had kept her word, personally adding him to the first batch of explorers afterward. The exact date was set for three days later. On that day, the two legendary figures, along with a select group of elites from the Military and the Red Guard, would accompany them. This was the true purpose behind his agreement to the sparring match. While he could have used his connections to secure a Military recommendation for the mission, he wasn't fully part of the Military. At best, he held a nominal position. The first wave of exploration was likely to be precarious, most likely relegated to the second or third wave. After all, exploring the pyramid after the anomaly could involve forbidden-level technology and secrets. Otherwise, civilian forces wouldn't have been restricted to later waves. This didn't align with his expectations or his plan. "I hope everything goes smoothly when the time comes," Chen Feng murmured, his gaze fixed on the pyramid's colossal silhouette. Whether the Fragment of Divinity truly existed was uncertain, but as long as there was even a sliver of possibility, he had to try. He could only hope it wouldn't be a wasted effort. The aircraft abruptly veered away. The Inverted Pyramid gradually vanished from sight, once again concealed by the distorted electromagnetic waves of the void. The massive spatial gate slowly closed, and the group completely departed the Radiant Light Secret Realm. 📖Read (MF) on Pa.treon@CinderTL - c580. [+6.6k] 🔑Early Access at $5. 💥Translated (6) Series, (4.1K+) Chapters, (5.8M+) Words.