Two Marquis-Levels

Frequent life-and-death struggles are the best whetstones.

Over these three hundred years, Lu Ming never ceased his cultivation of the Burning Universe Space-Splitting Slash.

Relying on his profound foundation and the deepening understanding and fusion of the laws of fire and space gained through constant combat, he finally pushed this peak-level ultimate technique to the fourth level!

The Burning Universe Space-Splitting Slash at the fourth level possessed power that had undergone a qualitative leap compared to the first!

The "Burning Space Power" contained within the blade light began to take shape; the fusion of fire and space became tighter. Every strike not only carried the scorching heat capable of incinerating all things but also contained a terrifying cutting force that tore through space, causing its power to skyrocket!

Now, relying solely on his own strength without using Little Thunder, Lu Ming's comprehensive combat power was enough to rival a low-level Marquis-Level Immortal God!

Whether in terms of law comprehension, secret technique levels, or basic strength, he had reached an extremely high height that a World Lord could possibly attain.

Of course, it was merely rivaling them.

A Marquis-Level Immortal has already forged an Undying Body; their divine bodies are more condensed, and their recovery ability is astonishing.

Although Lu Ming could contend with them head-on and even hold the upper hand, it was still difficult to completely kill them relying solely on his own strength.

Every battle with a Marquis-Level Immortal eventually devolved into a long war of attrition, and whenever the opponent sensed things going poorly, they could always find an opportunity to escape thanks to their Undying Body.

However, this did not affect the glorious record he had achieved over these three hundred years.

A total of fifty-nine alien Immortal Gods had fallen under his Yan Kong Blade!

Most of them were Immortal Military Lords, and several were high-level Military Lords with immense strength!

This record, among World Lords, could be called shocking!

Frequent strikes, a unique combat style, and that terrifying kill efficiency caused the alias "Flame Edge" to be gradually forgotten, replaced by a louder, blood-stained, and majestic title that circulated among the alien powerhouses in this region.

Burning Space World Lord!

It was only because every time he appeared, it was inevitably accompanied by that dark red flame blade light that seemed to incinerate the void and cause space itself to twist and tear!

That unique law aura of fused fire and space became his one-and-only signature.

The name "Burning Space World Lord" had already become an existence that made many alien Immortals turn pale at the mere mention of it in the Yungu Star Belt region.

In a shattered star field floating with a large number of spaceship wrecks, a squad composed of five Monster Race World Lords was fleeing!

"No! It's the Burning Space! It's the Burning Space World Lord! He's coming toward us!"

The voice of that Monster Race World Lord trembled, filled with fear.

"What?! The Burning Space World Lord?!"

"How could that god of slaughter appear here?!"

"Run! Send the coordinates for help immediately! Send a distress signal to all nearby Monster Race squads!"

The squad fell into a panic instantly. The five Monster Race World Lords turned and fled frantically in different directions without hesitation, while desperately sending distress coordinates and messages through their communicators.

However, their reaction was still too slow.

A dark red stream of light tore through the starry sky at a speed far beyond their imagination, appearing instantly at the position they had occupied just moments before.

Lu Ming's figure manifested, and he swept a cold glance at the five figures fleeing in all directions.

"Hmph, fleeing?"

He locked onto the fastest-fleeing Monster Race World Lord and swung the Yan Kong Blade in his hand casually.

A condensed crimson blade light seemed to span the distance of space, instantly catching up to that Monster Race World Lord.

"No! Save me--!"

That Monster Race World Lord only had time to let out a desperate cry.

The crimson blade light swept past, and he, along with his armor and the weapon in his hand, instantly turned into fly ash, as if he had never existed.

Lu Ming didn't even look at the dissipating ashes; his gaze turned to another direction, and his figure blurred once more.

"Fleeing? Can you escape!"

His voice echoed in the starry sky like the whisper of the Grim Reaper.

With every flicker, another Monster Race World Lord inevitably turned into fly ash amidst terror and despair.

In just a few short breaths, all four fleeing Monster Race World Lords had fallen.

Only the last one, the Monster Race World Lord who had issued the initial warning, remained. He was already scared out of his wits, fleeing forward regardless of anything else.

Lu Ming followed behind him at a leisurely pace.

He slowly raised the Yan Kong Blade, and a heart-stopping dark red light gathered on the blade once again.

The Monster Race World Lord felt the fatal threat behind him and let out a final, heart-rending wail: "No--!!"

The dark red blade light shone once more.

The starry sky returned to silence.

Lu Ming slowly put away the Yan Kong Blade and gently wiped the blade body. He swept his cold gaze over the empty starry sky, his tone flat yet carrying an unquestionable dominance: "In this Yungu Star Belt, no one I want to kill has ever been able to escape."

As the words fell--

Hum!!!

An invisible, terrifyingly massive whirlwind rose from thin air without warning, instantly shrouding this entire expanse of starry sky!

A chill... a bone-deep chill descended!

It was not mere low temperature, but an extreme, biting cold that seemed capable of freezing the soul and sealing divine power!

Countless ice-blue frost flowers condensed in the void. Floating star fragments and metallic debris, regardless of size, were covered in thick, solid ice at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting "crackling" sounds of freezing.

Even the light seemed to become viscous and dim at this moment; this star field instantly transformed into a frigid ice prison.

Lu Ming stood at the center of this rapidly freezing star field. The space around him felt like a quagmire, and invisible pressure squeezed in from all directions, attempting to freeze him along with the space surrounding his body.

Yet, far from showing any panic, a cold arc of expectation curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Finally decided to make a move?"

Lu Ming sneered, his gaze sweeping toward two directions in the void.

"Hiding your heads and showing your tails—I actually thought you two would keep lurking in the shadows, watching as your trash clansmen were wiped out."

"Insolent!"

"Arrogant human!"

Two roars containing terrifying divine might exploded almost simultaneously, echoing like thunderclaps through the frozen star field and causing the surrounding frozen star fragments to shatter with a rustle.

In the void to the left, endless cold air converged as a behemoth tore through space and stepped out onto the ice.

Its entire body was covered in fur as bright and silvery as moonlight, its frame as massive as a mountain, with four claws treading upon deep blue ice flames.

A pair of wolf eyes glowed with an eerie ice-blue, as if they contained two extreme, frozen worlds capable of sealing all things!

The powerful divine might of a Marquis-Level radiated from its body; it was none other than the Monster Race's Marquis-Level Immortal known for the Law of Water, the Silver Frost Marquis!

To the right, another patch of space rippled and melted as if corroded by a deadly poison, and a giant serpent slithered out.

Also a Marquis-Level of the Monster Race, known for poison and treachery: the Nightmare Snake Marquis!

One wolf and one snake—two great Marquis-Level Immortals of the Monster Race!

Cold, bone-piercing killing intent and the divine pressure of Marquis-Level power locked Lu Ming firmly in the center.