"Gu Tianlang was a bloodthirsty fiend in the Ancient Era, slaughtering the innocent indiscriminately. Countless people died tragically by his hand. Today, we settle old scores and avenge old grudges. Let's all attack together and kill him!"
"Gu Tianlang is an evil demon! A demon condemned by the Immortal Dao, a true devil! If we don't kill him today, he will surely bring calamity to the world again in this Present Era!"
"For the sake of all living beings, for the common people, let's all attack and kill him!"
"That's right! Don't be afraid! As long as we unite and join forces to obliterate him, even if Gu Tianlang really is a god, he will surely die!"
"Gu Tianlang monopolized our goddesses in the Ancient Era, and now he's back in the Present Era to monopolize them again! Everyone, we must not let him succeed! Kill him!"
"Lord, we have no grudge against you, and you haven't monopolized our goddesses... but since everyone else is stepping forward, we just want to join the fun. Please, you mustn't hold it against us later!"
After the Heaven's Pride Dragons from the Immortal Court's Purple-Gold Hall, the Shangqing Sect's inner sect, and the Crimson-Letter Manor's Purple-Cloud Pavilion, along with the big shots from various major sects and clans, stepped forward, more and more people followed suit, raising slogans high, shouting for a fight and for blood.
Exactly how many people stepped forward, no one knew. Looking out, it seemed as if everyone gathered at the foot of Shangqing Sect mountain—no! It seemed as if the entire Weiyang Great Domain's forces were stirring.
Among these people, some might have deep-seated hatred for Gu Qingfeng. Others might simply find him displeasing to the eye, dislike him, want to test him, or just join the spectacle.
People were everywhere, covering the mountains and plains, a vast sea of humanity, a mighty host that stretched as far as the eye could see, its momentum as imposing as an army of millions pressing down, shaking the very mountains and rivers.
Even the Wine Immortal Zhen Yang and the Immortal Master Zhenting, who had cultivated for ten thousand years, were frightened by this scene, their expressions changing repeatedly. The fairy Su Hua was also tense with anxiety. There were simply too many people; it made her feel somewhat dizzy.
Suddenly.
Gu Qingfeng's figure vanished.
Where did he go?
No one knew.
No one was clear.
Could it be that he ran away?
Just as everyone was startled and suspicious, Gu Qingfeng's indifferent voice came from above: "If you want to fight, come up here to fight. Don't ruin the beautiful scenery of the Shangqing Sect."
Everyone looked up.
There, in the void.
A simple Eight Immortals table floated, with a jug of wine and a cup on it. Beside it, a worn-out master's chair hung suspended in the air. On the chair sat a person, one dressed in snow-white robes with ink-black hair. His body leaned slightly, one leg crossed over the other as he sat in the master's chair, eating a red-leaf demon fruit and sipping wine. His face, still somewhat handsome, held neither sorrow nor joy, neither anger nor worry—devoid of any emotional color. There was only laziness, only casualness, and nothing else.
Who else could it be but Gu Qingfeng?
Upon seeing Gu Qingfeng, the Heaven's Pride Dragons from the Immortal Court's Purple-Gold Hall, the Crimson-Letter Manor's Purple-Cloud Pavilion, and the Shangqing Sect's inner sect—Liu Guangbing, Long Qi, and others—charged forward first. Then, the big shots from various major sects and clans all flashed upward.
Quickly!
In an instant, with a great rush, thousands upon thousands of people swarmed into the sky. Their numbers were uncountable, all floating in mid-air, blotting out the sun and plunging the entire Weiyang Great Domain into shadow.
"Come on then."
Gu Qingfeng picked up the wine jug and poured himself a cup.
The wine was the Burning Dragon Wine he had taken from Wine Immortal Zhen Yang. According to Zhen Yang himself, this wine was obtained from an ancient cave dwelling, apparently brewed using a Fire Dragon spiritual beast. Its kick was incredibly fierce; just one cup down, even Gu Qingfeng's robust physique felt his whole body grow hot.
He swirled the cup in his hand. The cup was crimson, one he had personally forged, named the Taixu Cup.
The originally fiery-red Burning Dragon Wine, after being swirled a few times in the Taixu Cup, gradually began to burn, looking like blazing fire-water. Gu Qingfeng threw his head back and drained it in one gulp, nodding with great satisfaction.
Then, he poured another cup and said, "It's almost noon. Hurry up, all of you. After you're done fighting, I still need to go back and catch up on some sleep."
The big shots from the various major sects looked at each other. Just moments ago, their slogans had been shouted louder and louder, but now that the moment had arrived, none dared to take the lead. Not only them, but the dozens of Heaven's Pride Dragons who had stepped forward first also no longer displayed the arrogance they had shown earlier. Their expressions and eyes now held a deep sense of apprehension.
They exchanged glances, as if having agreed upon it, and shouted in unison: "Attack! Obliterate him!"
Whoosh!
Almost simultaneously, the dozens of Heaven's Pride Dragons made their move. Knowing Gu Qingfeng was mysterious and unpredictable, they unleashed killing techniques from the start, holding nothing back.
Liu Guangbing leaped into the air. As his Frost Immortal Body flashed, he resembled an ice sculpture. When he summoned his Nine Yin Immortal Spirit, the heavens and earth turned freezing cold. Possessing the Great Natural Order's Water Edict, he was like a son of the natural ice and snow. With a single thought, a sky full of wind and snow, like millions of blades, swept forward madly.
Awooo—Long Qi, possessing the Great Natural Order's Fire Edict, was like a son of the natural flames. When he summoned it, even the clouds turned crimson. Above his head hung a great sun as massive as a mountain range, with a fire dragon coiling and roaring around it, emitting dragon roars.
Wang Ba transformed into a huge, ferocious white tiger. A single tiger roar shook the natural void itself.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The dozens of Heaven's Pride Dragons all unleashed their Fortunes—peerless Fortunes, violent auras, formidable power—all erupting in an instant.
No one had expected the dozens of Heaven's Pride Dragons to attack simultaneously, and with killing techniques at that, holding nothing back. Normally, during fights, people would show some restraint to avoid harming the innocent, especially with such Fortune auras and power—so immense that even a glancing blow could be fatal. But these dozens of Heaven's Pride Dragons clearly didn't care about that at all. Their sudden attack left the Immortals present completely unprepared.
On the spot, hundreds of Immortals were shaken by the combined Fortune auras unleashed by the dozens of Heaven's Pride Dragons, blood spurting from their mouths and noses.
That's right!
Hundreds of Immortals.
Some were affected by Liu Guangbing's sky full of blood blades.
Some were influenced by Long Qi's Azure Dragon Dominating the Sun aura.
Some were shaken by Wang Ba's tiger roar after he transformed into a white tiger.
Even Immortals were shaken until blood spurted from their mouths and noses by these Heaven's Pride Dragons' Fortune auras. Those first or second tribulation Loose Immortals were even shaken half to death, plummeting from the sky. Some were shattered to pieces on the spot. Even Upper Immortals and those with over ten tribulations among the Loose Immortals grunted from the shock, not daring to be negligent. They immediately retreated, summoning their Immortal Spirits to defend as they did so.
And this was just from being affected by the Fortune auras of these Heaven's Pride Dragons.
Auras were just auras.
Auras were not the same as power.
If they had been struck by these Fortune powers, those hundreds of Immortals wouldn't have just suffered nosebleeds—they might have been annihilated on the spot.
And these Immortals and Loose Immortals were only injured like this by the individual Fortunes of Heaven's Pride Dragons like Liu Guangbing.
Now, dozens of Heaven's Pride Dragons were all unleashing killing techniques, all aimed at Gu Qingfeng. It was unimaginable, impossible to conceive, just how terrifying the combined Fortune power of these Heaven's Pride Dragons would be. No one knew.
Forget the power; even just the Fortune auras unleashed by these Heaven's Pride Dragons were something no one present, not even a Luotian Upper Immortal who had cultivated the Luotian Immortal Realm to its peak of eighty-one layers, nor a Loose Immortal who had passed eighteen tribulations, would dare to withstand.
As for the Fortune power of these Heaven's Pride Dragons, even if a Great Luo Golden Immortal descended to the mortal world, they would undoubtedly be annihilated in the blink of an eye.