Wen Jingshan sauntered over, swaying his white jade fan, a wildly arrogant and mocking smile playing on his lips as he spoke.
"Who is the Chiyan Young Master?
Speaking of him, he's far more impressive.
During the trial assessment, he could achieve Grand Perfection in twenty immortal arts with a single glance.
With one move, he could defeat a Golden Core True Being like Mu De, who had cultivated for over seven hundred years.
With the power of a single shout, he could send over a hundred True Beings crashing to the ground.
How could such an arrogant person possibly be afraid?"
As Wen Jingshan spoke, the smile on his lips grew even more pronounced. He looked at Gu Qingfeng with a grin and said, "Could it be that you're actually scared?
Do you really lack even that much courage?
If you are afraid, it's no matter. I can let you have ten moves, how about that?
Still not daring?
Heh, I'll let you have twenty moves, is that enough?"
Across from him, Ouyang Feiyue stole a glance at Gu Qingfeng. At this moment, Gu Qingfeng still seemed half-reclined, half-seated, his head tilted slightly, eyes narrowed to slits, drinking by himself. He merely watched Wen Jingshan without speaking.
Ouyang Feiyue didn't know Huode's plan, so she didn't dare speak up, nor did she know what Gu Qingfeng was thinking at this moment.
She didn't know.
Huode didn't know either, but he knew Gu Qingfeng was silent.
And he understood better than anyone how terrifying Gu Qingfeng was when silent. Fearing something might go wrong, Huode glared at Wen Jingshan and barked, "You little bastard, get lost!"
Wen Jingshan didn't regard Huode in the slightest, sneering, "Huode!
You have no right to speak here!"
"You little bastard!
I think you're tired of living!"
"Oh?
You?
A defeated opponent, unworthy of even discussing life and death with me?"
As he stopped walking, Wen Jingshan's arrogant aura erupted completely. Pointing his white jade fan at Huode, he declared haughtily, "If I, Wen Jingshan, so desire, I could take your miserable life between my fingers in an instant."
"You! Little! Bastard!"
Huode was also furious, about to say something, when Gu Qingfeng, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke. He picked up the wine jar and poured himself a cup, saying, "Huode, do you know why people live?"
"Kid Gu, listen to me..." Huode's words were cut off before he could finish. Gu Qingfeng seemed to have no patience to listen further and continued, "A person lives one lifetime, grass and trees one autumn. In the end, what a person lives for is a single breath of spirit."
"Kid Gu..." Huode started to speak, but Gu Qingfeng interrupted him again, saying, "You think of Yunxia Sect, you remember old sentiments, you can't bear to kill. But they don't seem to appreciate your feelings. Not only that, they even want your life. Why bother? Isn't it exhausting..."
"Kid Gu, I..." Huode tried to speak again, only to be interrupted once more by Gu Qingfeng: "Enough, don't say any more."
"Kid Gu, you mustn't..." He opened his mouth again, only to be cut off again.
But this time, Gu Qingfeng's tone was no longer flat. It had turned cold and severe. He threw back his head and drained the cup of wine in one gulp, shouting, "Enough!"
That shout of his truly made Huode tremble.
Gu Qingfeng poured another drink and downed it, his voice hardening: "I think you've really regressed the older you've gotten. For the sake of some broken sect's legacy, for so-called camaraderie among fellow disciples, you let a little bastard shit and piss all over your neck, and you don't even dare let out a fart. You can stand to lose that face, but I can't. Even if you're not ashamed, I blush for you."
"Kid Gu, I..." Huode still wanted to say something, but Gu Qingfeng grabbed him by the collar and yanked him behind, saying sternly, "Stand behind me. Open your eyes wide and watch clearly. Today, I'll sever every single one of the bonds in your heart for you, leaving none behind!"
Gu Qingfeng stood up, undid the button on his collar, and looked at Wen Jingshan across from him. "I've been fighting all my life. I've always been the one letting others have moves. I've never met an opponent who dared to let me have ten moves. Today is the first time. I'll give you this face."
"Oh?"
Wen Jingshan across from him seemed surprised that Gu Qingfeng, who had been silent and hadn't dared utter a word just moments ago, would now step forward and actively accept the challenge. This made him somewhat suspicious and puzzled.
"You're letting me have ten moves, right?"
After undoing his collar button, Gu Qingfeng also rolled up his sleeves. Seeing that Wen Jingshan didn't respond, he barked sharply, "Little bastard, I'm asking you, yes or no!"
"What if it is?"
Wen Jingshan stared at Gu Qingfeng. He couldn't understand why Gu Qingfeng had suddenly become so cold and severe. Where did his confidence come from? Where did his courage come from?
"If it is, then get your ass over here!"
As the words fell, Gu Qingfeng raised his right arm, fingers spread. A turbid vortex suddenly appeared in his palm. The vortex was about a meter across, like a quagmire, like an abyss. Within it, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, utterly terrifying.
Wen Jingshan had no idea what was happening. He only felt an irresistible suction envelop him. By the time he reacted, he had already been sucked into the turbid vortex. He was instantly scared out of his wits, wanting to summon his Golden Colored True Body, but it was already too late.
"Little bastard, you don't know life from death!"
Gu Qingfeng barked sharply and struck Wen Jingshan's abdomen with a palm. With a *bang*, Wen Jingshan immediately bled from all seven orifices.
Immediately after, Gu Qingfeng slapped his palm down on the crown of Wen Jingshan's head. With another *bang*, Wen Jingshan's legs were shattered into a bloody pulp, and he knelt before Gu Qingfeng.
No one had expected Gu Qingfeng to suddenly make a move, and with such thunderous speed that no one could react. In less than an instant, Wen Jingshan was already kneeling.
"I'll give you one more chance!"
Gu Qingfeng pointed at the kneeling Wen Jingshan and shouted fiercely, "Summon all your Great Natural Three Colors for me!"
"Ahhh—" Wen Jingshan screamed in agony. Colored light erupted wildly around him as the three colors of the Great Natural Order merged into one. His face twisted into a snarl as he roared, "Gu Qingfeng!
I'll kill you!"
"You think you can kill me?"
Gu Qingfeng slapped down again. He didn't seem to use any spiritual power, just a purely physical slap on the crown of Wen Jingshan's head. With that one slap, Wen Jingshan's proud Unity of the Great Natural Three Colors protection was instantly shattered and dispersed.
"You said you'd let me have ten moves. There are seven left. This move teaches you how to be a person!"
Gu Qingfeng slapped down again. Wen Jingshan's skin split open, flesh torn, hair falling out!
"This move teaches you how to speak!"
*Bang!*
Another palm strike. All the meridians in Wen Jingshan's body shattered, his dantian withered, his foundation destroyed. "This move teaches you to know life from death!"
*Bang!*
Another palm strike. Wen Jingshan's arms were shattered and broken!
"This move is for Huode. Back then, you injured his dantian and Purple Mansion. Today, I'll take your life!"
Hand raised, palm fell. A shocking sound rang out. Wen Jingshan was no longer Wen Jingshan. He had become a pile of indistinct flesh and blood.
Too sudden!
Too brutal!
Too savage!
Dead?
Yes.
Dead.
Wen Jingshan was dead.
His death was sudden, unexpected. In less than the time it takes to breathe, he was just... dead.
He was a genius who had opened three successive glows of the Great Natural Order, one of which was a golden hue. A prodigy who had achieved the Unity of Three Colors. His strength was so great he could annihilate a Golden Core True Being between his fingers. Even someone like Mo Long, whose spiritual power had doubled under the protection of three Great Natural Order glows, had been obliterated by him in one move. Such a formidable genius, and in less than an instant, Gu Qingfeng had slapped him to death with a few palm strikes, leaving nothing but a pile of flesh and blood.
No one dared believe this was real.
Even seeing it with their own eyes, they found it unbelievable.
Within the hall, the man in white, Gu Qingfeng, stood tall and straight, rooted to the spot. His cold, handsome face was expressionless, his brow seemingly severe. His pair of dark, deep eyes held only stillness. With a wave of his hand, a bottle of wine from the table appeared in his grasp.
It was a very exquisite blue bottle.
Many recognized this wine. It was the Blue Frost Clear Spirit Wine.
Gu Qingfeng opened the bottle and poured the Blue Frost Clear Spirit Wine within onto the pile of flesh and blood that had once been Wen Jingshan.
Wen Jingshan had said earlier that this bottle of wine was for the dead.
He had said those words.
Gu Qingfeng complied, leaving this bottle of Blue Frost Clear Spirit Wine for the dead...