The Mad God of Destruction

A thin silver line suddenly appeared at the center of the two energy blasts, smooth as though it had been cut by a blade.

The next second, they split neatly in half along that line, their cross-sections as flat as mirrors.

Once their energy structures were divided, they immediately collapsed. The God of Destruction power, compressed to the limit, lost its restraint—"Bzz—BOOM!"

Purple light erupted, more dazzling than a star.

The two balls of fiery energy rapidly expanded, then merged into a sea of destructive light spanning tens of thousands of kilometers.

The light swallowed everything. Meteors and ice crystals in its path vaporized instantly, while even distant interstellar dust was swept clean by the shockwave.

Only the raging purple radiance remained in the void, roaring without restraint.

At the heart of that sea of destruction, a silver figure shot out like an arrow.

The energy storm tore at the hem of his clothes, yet failed to so much as disturb the ordinary fabric. Torrents of violent rays washed over his body without leaving even a scratch.

He passed through the heart of the explosion, silver trails streaming behind his hair. His expression was indifferent, as if he were merely strolling through his own courtyard.

"So this is what a God of Destruction..." Chen Feng's calm voice pierced through the lingering shockwaves and echoed clearly beside Champa's ears. "Is this all you've got?"

The faint disappointment in his words was subtle, yet piercingly cold, like a poisoned needle stabbing straight into the deepest part of Champa's pride—the divine dignity he could never allow anyone to touch.

His reason snapped.

Champa's eyes were instantly flooded with frenzied purplish-red. The last traces of restraint and strategy vanished into ash.

The dignity of the Sixth Universe's God of Destruction, his arrogance built over countless ages—all of it burned away in that instant, transformed into the most primal and savage fury of vengeance.

He no longer cared about the cost or the consequences. Only one thought remained: erase this silver-haired being completely, along with the humiliation he had brought!

"God... of... Destruction..." Champa forced out a hoarse growl from his throat, each word seeming to carry flecks of blood.

Rather than suppressing himself any further, he deliberately blew open every gate holding back the divine power within him.

"All... my... power!" he roared, his voice shaking space itself.

Champa's body began to change. It was not his muscles swelling, but his entire life form wildly expanding beneath the infusion of endless energy.

His height surged from two meters to three, four, five... The purple of his skin deepened until it was nearly black, while more intricate and sinister black patterns emerged from beneath it. Like living thorny vines, they rapidly crawled across his entire body.

The patterns gleamed with an ominous ghostly light, linking together and naturally forming a suit of energy armor covered in profound runes. Along its edges flowed purple-black radiance like liquid destruction energy.

His aura rose madly—one level, two levels, three times, five times, ten times... as though it would never end. One divine limit after another was shattered.

Substantial purple aura burst from his body. It no longer merely enveloped him; it burned. His entire figure became a demonic god wreathed in violet flames within the void.

The power was so immense that it had begun to affect the stability of the real universe.

Centered on Champa, space across thousands of kilometers let out an overwhelmed "groan."

Spatial ripples spread visibly outward, and countless fine black cracks appeared from nowhere, like a shattered mirror.

Within the cracks were violent, chaotic spatial currents. Roaring as they surged forth, they tore apart and devoured all matter nearby.

A small asteroid several kilometers across happened to pass by and struck one of the larger cracks. It was instantly sliced apart and sucked inside, leaving not even debris behind as it was completely erased from the starfield.

Champa floated at the center of the terrifying domain he had created, surrounded by fractured spatial rifts as purple destructive energy boiled around him like an ocean.

He slowly raised his head, fixing his gaze on Chen Feng. Nothing remained in his eyes but pure, all-consuming madness.

Farther away in the void, Vados floated silently, with the glow of starlight spreading behind her like a deity's curtain.

With a light tap of her staff, an almost invisible transparent barrier unfolded before her, sending out ripples like water.

Her eyes no longer held their usual composed smile. They were deep and still as a tranquil pool, her brows slightly furrowed and her lips pressed into a line, her face more grave than ever before.

The crystal atop her staff trembled faintly, reflecting the two distant figures facing each other.

"Lord Champa..." she murmured, her voice so soft it was as though she feared disturbing something. "You're playing with fire."

Yet she still did not intervene.

She knew that Champa could no longer hear any words at this point—within those pupils burning with purple flame, only a pure, nearly frenzied will to fight remained.

Chen Feng hovered opposite Champa, the hem of his robe fluttering slightly in the silent currents of energy.

He watched the changes occurring in Champa. His once bloated body had become a lean, defined frame of muscle. Beneath his purple skin, it seemed as though molten lava flowed, while strands of purple-black aura coiled around him like living creatures, continuously tearing apart the surrounding void.

Most chilling of all was that aura—it was no longer merely powerful, but something more primal and essential. Like the will of destruction from the dawn of the universe, the force that annihilated all things and remade all things, it resonated through Champa's body with the laws governing this starry expanse.

"Now that's more like it." Chen Feng spoke softly, and at last, a hint of warmth curved his lips.

The indifference in his eyes vanished, replaced by focus and burning light.

At almost the same moment, his body changed as well.

It was not the spectacular kind of transformation that erupted with towering aura and earthshaking force, but an awakening from within.

Silver-white light emerged silently from his body like shattered moonlight. Soft as gauze, it covered him layer by layer, flowing over the tips of his hair, his fingers, and the edges of his clothes.

Rather than surging, his aura sharply contracted—not vanishing, but being compressed, tempered, and internalized until even the final trace of energy fluctuation disappeared. He seemed to become a shadow of nothingness amid the universe.

This was the essence of Ultra Instinct: not wasting a single thought, not leaking a single breath. All power gathered within the smallest space—still as an abyss, swift as thunder.

Champa moved.

Without warning or buildup, his figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.

The next instant, countless Champas seemed to appear throughout the void.

Purple afterimages bloomed like demonic flowers, spreading out layer upon layer. Each silhouette froze in a completely different attacking stance—some drove their fists straight ahead, some spun into side kicks, while others bent their knees as if about to ram forward.

It was not an illusion, but the true trails left behind by speed that had surpassed the limits of vision. Every phantom recorded every inch of space he had genuinely passed through.

At almost the exact instant Champa made his move, Chen Feng's body automatically entered a state of Ultra Instinct.

His mind remained clear like that of a spectator, yet his body became an independent living thing, dancing leisurely amid the airtight barrage.

From the left, Champa's right fist tore through the air, the purple-black energy wrapped around it ripping fine cracks through space.

Chen Feng merely leaned back slightly, and the fist swept past the tip of his nose. The force of the punch violently tossed up the loose strands over his forehead; the hair brushed his cheek, yet his skin was not touched in the slightest.

From the right, Champa's left elbow swept across like a battle-axe, destruction energy gathered at its tip emitting a deep hum.

Chen Feng twisted sideways like a drifting willow fluff. The elbow wind grazed the front of his clothes, and with a sharp hiss, a faint scorch mark was left on the fabric.

From below, Champa's knee surged upward with mountain-shattering force, making even the empty void faintly cave in.

Chen Feng lightly tapped his feet, his body floating like a feather. The knee strike swept beneath the soles of his shoes, its gale whipping at his trouser legs.