A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 557: A Proper Way to Use Divine Authority.

...Yet, [Starfield] was not absolute.

While it could bend the laws of energy, it remained entirely powerless against the blunt trajectory of physical matter.

Even so...

It was more than enough for this incomplete calamity.

After the blast, the headless body of the False Crown dropped heavily back onto the earth.

But in a flash of surging crimson fire, a new head regenerated from the severed neck, reforming as if the previous destruction had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

The moment the head fully solidified, the beast opened its maw wide.

Destructive light began gathering once more within its throat, denser and more violent than before.

Another beam of pure annihilation shot through the air, tearing toward Li Feng with terrifying speed.

And this time, Li Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly mid-air.

There was something different mixed within this attack.

A cold click of his tongue escaped him.

"...Tch. A [Blessing], huh."

In the next instant, his figure vanished.

The crimson beam ripped through the empty space where he had been standing.

As powerful as the [Starfield] was, there was still a clear limit to how much hostile energy it could redirect... especially while forced into such a weak vessel.

Against an ordinary destructive blast from the False Crown, it was more than sufficient with his monstrous control.

But the moment a true [Blessing] was mixed into the attack, even a single touch would be enough to seriously injure the current body.

The only reason he could match the False Crown with this body’s current strength was because he could use his understanding of the Laws and his experience with the Starforge Body to fight.

Plus... a Divine Authority was simply that strong and absolute when one understood it deeply enough.

Otherwise, it would not be called a greater power above the Law.

Li Feng’s figure reappeared on the ground amid the ruined streets.

But the False Crown did not stop.

The beast continued to pour destruction from its open maw, the condensed beam of crimson light remaining active like a continuous laser of annihilation.

Then, with a violent sweep of its massive head, it dragged the beam sideways across the burning capital.

Wherever the light passed, everything was erased.

Collapsed building, broken streets, residual formations, and even the lingering fragments of the earlier battlefield were carved apart and reduced to molten ruin.

A continuous line of pure devastation was dragged across the city, splitting the already bisected capital into further fragments as entire districts were swallowed by the sweeping beam of destruction.

The False Crown was reveling in the devastation.

Every sweep of its destruction beam carved deeper wounds into the already ruined capital, and the sight of an entire dynasty’s heart being reduced to molten fragments filled the calamity with a savage, joyous satisfaction.

The three crimson orbs on its regenerated crown pulsed brightly as it poured more power into the continuous blast, fully immersed in the act of annihilation.

But then—

Li Feng vanished from the ground.

In the next instant, he appeared directly beneath the False Crown’s open maw.

Before the beast could react, his dark-clad hand shot upward with a single, brutal application of force and forced the massive jaws shut.

The continuous beam of destruction was severed mid-output as the colossal mouth was slammed closed.

Residual crimson energy detonated chaotically inside the sealed maw, causing the False Crown’s entire head to bulge and tremble from the internal backlash.

The joyous momentum of its rampage was cut off in a single, humiliating instant.

[...You!]

"Ah, sorry. I just couldn’t bear to see the face of you having so much fun."

The moment those calm words left his lips, the hand gripping the underside of the False Crown’s maw tightened.

[Sever] surged silently from his palm.

In the next instant, an invisible network of absolute cutting force expanded from the point of contact beneath the beast’s jaw.

The silent slashes bloomed inward and upward at the same time.

The False Crown’s massive head began to tremble violently.

The entire head convulsed as if something inside it was being systematically dismantled, each silent slash adding another layer of internal destruction that the calamity could neither resist nor properly regenerate against.

Within that collapsing consciousness, pure hatred surged.

No matter how dense the Crimson Phoenix’s flames or how resilient its false immortal flesh, none of it mattered.

The moment those absolute cuts touched it, every layer of defense became meaningless.

Armor, regeneration, blessing-enhanced durability... all of it was severed with the same casual finality.

Its defenses were completely useless against this Divine Authority.

That realization burned more painfully than the wounds themselves.

And what made the hatred surge even deeper...

...was the fact that the Divine Authority came from the same origin as them.

It was not some foreign power belonging to an unrelated existence.

It was a force born from the same root, the same lineage of authority that should have stood on their side.

To be cut down so cleanly by a traitorous power that shared their origin... that betrayed them made the humiliation absolute.

Even so, the False Crown refused to yield.

With its head already trembling on the verge of collapse, the False Crown still forced its ruined jaws open in a final, desperate attempt to bite down on the dark-cloaked figure holding it in place.

Just as those massive fangs were about to close—

Its head exploded into a bloody mess once more.

Fragments of flesh, shattered crown pieces, and dying crimson embers burst outward in all directions.

Li Feng stood amid the falling debris, his dark cloak barely stirred by the residual force.

Blood and scattered embers drifted past him, yet none of it touched his figure.

His empty eyes glanced once at the ruined remains of the head that had just exploded beside him.

Then he murmured in a quiet, almost casual voice as he wiped a chunk of flesh from his cheek.

"...That’s three."