Chapter 639 The chamber fell into a heavy silence after the clash, the kind that carried the weight of a battle already decided. Rabin lay collapsed on the ground, his massive body no longer radiating the overwhelming dominance it once held, his aura fractured and fading as blood slowly spilled from his mouth. Yet, despite his condition, a faint smile appeared on his face. Felix stood a few steps away, calm and unmoving, his expression unreadable as he watched the fallen warrior. He did not interrupt, nor did he rush to finish him off. He simply waited. Rabin let out a rough cough, blood spilling past his lips as his chest rose unevenly. “Heh… so this is how it ends,” he muttered, his voice strained but oddly composed. He shifted slightly, wincing as the damage within his body worsened, but he did not resist the pain. Instead, his gaze drifted upward as though looking far beyond the chamber, beyond the ship, and into memories only he could see. “I wasn’t born into pow

Chapter 641 Felix entered the central command in slow, measured strides, his footsteps echoing across the vast metallic chamber as if announcing his arrival to an empty world, yet the space was not truly empty, for at its far end, elevated above everything else, a single figure sat upon what could only be described as a throne, still and unmoving, as though it had been waiting all along. The chamber itself was immense, far larger than any section Felix had passed through before, yet it was unnaturally quiet, devoid of operators, devoid of movement, devoid even of the mechanical hum that defined the rest of the ship, and that silence alone carried an unsettling weight that made the entire place feel detached from reality. Felix’s gaze fixed forward. Then his eyes narrowed slightly. Because something was wrong. Very wrong. No matter how carefully he extended his perception, no matter how deeply he probed, he could not sense the slightest trace of presence from the figure ahead, n

Chapter 643 The pillar of silver light did not stop after breaking through the first layer.It drove Felix downward with relentless force, tearing through one floor after another as if the structure of the ship itself offered no resistance, each impact echoing violently through the massive vessel as metal shattered and collapsed beneath the pressure.One level.Then another.Then a third. Felix’s body was carried helplessly within the torrent of light, his martial energy flaring wildly in an attempt to resist, yet every effort was crushed the moment it formed, his defenses collapsing under a power that far exceeded anything he had endured before.Blood spilled from his mouth as the force continued to drive him down, his body already pushed beyond its limits, the beam showing no sign of weakening as it approached the lower boundary of the ship.For a brief moment, It seemed as though he would be blasted straight out of it. Then, The attack changed. Without warning, the directio

Chapter 645 The silver world did not change.It remained endless, uniform, and suffocating, a domain where direction had no meaning and perception itself had been stripped away, leaving only a vast expanse of cold, blinding light and the relentless sensation of destruction pressing in from all sides. Felix stood within it. Or perhaps he did not stand at all. He could no longer tell.Invisible strikes continued to fall upon him, sharp and merciless, drilling into his flesh with surgical precision as the Collision Run manifested from every angle, tearing into his already battered body. Each impact was followed by another, then another, a constant grinding force that gave him no moment to recover, no chance to adapt in the conventional sense.Blood flowed freely now.His skin was split in multiple places, his muscles strained and torn, and the pain was no longer sharp it had become constant, overwhelming, pressing into his awareness like an unending tide.YetFelix did not resist.I

Chapter 646 “Impossible.” The words slipped from the Eternal Lord not as a shout, but as a restrained disbelief that carried far more weight than anger ever could, his gaze locked firmly onto Felix who now stood beyond the ruins of the shattered domain, calm, composed, and most importantly changed. It was not the fact that Felix had broken through the domain that unsettled him. That alone, while unexpected, could still be rationalized. But this, This was different. Felix’s body was now wrapped in a subtle yet unmistakable flow of Martial Run Intent, a seamless fusion of law and soul that moved with him as naturally as breathing, as though it had always been a part of him rather than something newly formed. That, was what shook the Eternal Lord. Because he understood exactly what it meant. Martial Run Intent was not a simple achievement. It was not something that could be grasped through talent alone. To fuse a Martial Run with one’s soul required not only comprehen