At that moment, the white-robed man stepped forward like the god of death. Over a dozen people from the crowd were inexplicably sucked toward him before they even knew what was happening.
"Back at the cave dwelling, I spared you once, granted you mercy. Just now, I gave you a warning, yet you still harbored delusions of luck. Since you yourselves do not cherish your lives, what use is there in keeping them? If that is the case, then accept your death!"
The white-robed man's expression was icy, his brow arrogant, his gaze contemptuous, his words domineering. His attack was as swift as thunder. With a sweeping motion of his arm, a narrow arc of lightning flashed out. The bodies of the dozen or so people sucked toward him were instantly blasted apart, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
"And you!"
Without even looking, the white-robed man raised a finger. A woman from the crowd was pulled toward him—it was True Being Ziyun of the Bingxuan Sect. Her face paled in terror, her soul nearly fleeing her body in fright. She shrieked, "Save me! No! Don't—!"
"When I decide to kill you, not even the King of Heaven can save you!"
As his words fell, Gu Qingfeng threw a punch, striking True Being Ziyun in the abdomen. With a *bang*, her physical body shattered on the spot.
The scene unfolded too quickly, too suddenly.
It was so fast that no one had time to react, so sudden that everyone was left at a loss. No one had imagined that this white-robed man, surrounded by so many, would not only show no fear but would dare to strike first. In less than the span of a single breath, over twenty people had perished on the spot.
Witnessing this, every single person present was terrified, their faces ashen.
"How dare you!" shouted Wu Han, his handsome face also livid, his expression panicked—clearly, he too had been badly frightened by the scene. "You dare to kill within the Chizitou Mountain Villa? Today..."
He had one hand behind his back, the other pointing accusingly at Gu Qingfeng, angrily berating him. But before he could finish his sentence, with a *whoosh*, he was sucked forward!
By the time he realized what was happening, he found a hand already clamped around his neck. Looking up, he saw the white-robed man, his face plain yet stern. At the same time, the hunchbacked elder cried out in panic, "Stop! Let go of our young master!"
Gu Qingfeng paid him no heed. Staring at Wu Han, he asked in a deep voice, "What of the Chizitou Mountain Villa?"
"Ah—!" Brilliant light flashed around Wu Han's body—the radiance of four great nature golden colors. But just as his golden light began to shine, Gu Qingfeng's right arm was already raised, his five fingers spread wide. His palm descended like a mountain, his aura piercing the heavens. With one slap, he shattered Wu Han's four great nature golden colors into nothingness.
"Ah! You're seeking death! Attack! Everyone, attack! Kill him!"
This was the Chizitou Mountain Villa, and naturally, it housed many experts. Now that the young master of the main manor, Wu Han, was on the verge of being killed, the hunchbacked elder led a charge of twenty to thirty people.
"Kill!"
At the same time, Murong Tai gave the order. Over twenty Tiger Guard warriors clad in armor, with great blades hanging at their waists and built like giants, drew their swords and charged.
"Attack!"
Wen Huayu of the Bingxuan Sect summoned her flying sword, her gaze fixed dead on Gu Qingfeng. With a wave of her hand, the Bingxuan Sect's experts surged forward.
"I want him dead!" roared Luo Jinheng of the Spirit-Capital Sect. Taking the lead, he led his sect members in the assault.
"Charge! Everyone, attack together and kill him!"
The Murong Clan, the Bingxuan Sect, and the Spirit-Capital Sect had been watching like tigers from the sidelines. They hadn't dared to act earlier because this was the Chizitou Mountain Villa. But now that Gu Qingfeng was even trying to kill Wu Han, they saw a perfect opportunity. They attacked almost simultaneously.
Others in the tavern looked at each other, gritted their teeth, stamped their feet, and many also rushed forward.
Chaos instantly erupted within the tavern. Many summoned flying swords and unleashed immortal arts to surround and attack the white-robed man. Even more rushed to seize the pile of Blue Nurturing Frost Crystal fragments and that priceless treasure, the Lunar Seed.
In the blink of an eye.
Gu Qingfeng's palm strike caused blood to flow from Wu Han's seven orifices. The hunchbacked elder arrived in an instant. He was a master at the second revolution of the Golden Core stage, cultivating profound martial arts. His fist shot forth like rolling tidal waves, like layered mountains. The power of his core energy was immensely powerful; the air itself shattered where his fist passed. Just as his formidable punch was about to strike the white-robed man's head...
*Slap!*
Gu Qingfeng raised a hand, his five fingers clamping onto the incoming fist. The collision of physical strength against the hunchbacked elder's second-revolution core energy and profound martial power erupted with a thunderous explosion. The hunchbacked elder grunted, blood spurting from his mouth, his expression one of shock. He tried to pull back and retreat, but Gu Qingfeng swung his right arm, delivering a backhand slap. With a *bang*, the hunchbacked elder didn't even have time to cry out before his head was smashed to pulp by that single blow!
"Ignorant fools courting death!"
As the twenty-some villa guards charged, Gu Qingfeng's body began to glow. Vast spiritual power circulated, mingled with lightning and thunder. He shrugged his shoulders, his body giving a sudden shudder. The turbid, immense spiritual power around him erupted like a volcano. With a deafening explosion, the twenty-some attackers were instantly crushed into dust.
Not far away, the crowd was scrambling for the pile of Blue Nurturing Frost Crystal fragments and that Lunar Seed, fighting fiercely, locked in mortal combat. Some managed to grab a few pieces but didn't leave, continuing to fight for more. Suddenly, a figure appeared atop the pile of crystal fragments.
A flash of light revealed a man—a cold, stern man. His black hair danced wildly in the air, his sleeves flapping sharply. Without any visible movement, he merely uttered a low shout: "Get lost!"
A massive wave of pressure exploded outward, sending those scrambling for the treasures vomiting blood or dropping dead on the spot.
"Seeking death!" Luo Jinheng, his eyes red with greed, his body surrounded by the four great nature golden colors, brandished his flying sword. He unleashed a dazzling sword technique that descended like a rain of blades.
"Whether I die or not, I do not know. But you will certainly not live through today!"
Gu Qingfeng pushed out a palm. Luo Jinheng's flying sword instantly disintegrated. Gu Qingfeng grabbed him by the throat and delivered a crushing blow. Luo Jinheng died on the spot!
Gu Qingfeng swung his arm, a turbid vortex forming in his palm. An elder was sucked toward him—it was True Being Mingtao of the Spirit-Capital Sect. He struggled, but it was useless.
"Since you took my Blue Nurturing Frost Crystal, then leave your Golden Core behind!"
Gu Qingfeng pressed his palm against True Being Mingtao's back and pushed inward. With a *bang*, a bloody hole was blasted through True Being Mingtao's abdomen. When Gu Qingfeng withdrew his hand, in his palm was a first-revolution Golden Core!
"You! And you!"
"I'll give you the Blue Nurturing Frost Crystal! Leave your Golden Core for me!"
*Bang!* One person's dantian exploded, their Golden Core rolling to the ground as they died.
*Bang!* Another's dantian exploded, Golden Core rolling free, dead.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
At that moment, Gu Qingfeng stood suspended in mid-air. His pristine white robes flapped sharply in the fierce wind, his three thousand strands of black hair flying wildly. His stern face wore an expression of arrogant dominance, his dark eyes cold and merciless.
He stood there, just stood there, like a demon, like the god of death. A raised hand brought thunder, and one perished. A palm strike held the weight of a thousand jun, and none could withstand it.
"My three lives, my three deaths!"
Gu Qingfeng took a step forward. Beneath his feet, turbid spiritual power spread out. Over a dozen people nearby were blasted apart, flesh and blood flying.
"Respect your three lives, grant you three deaths!"
With a sweep of his arm, a narrow arc of lightning flashed. Over a dozen people died.
"First life, respect the heavens!"
One punch, one death!
"Second life, respect the earth."
One punch, one death!
"Third life, respect life itself!"
One palm, one death!
"First death, granted for ignoring my warning!"
*Bang!* One death!
"Second death, granted for stubborn delusion!"
*Bang!* Another death!
"Third death, granted for rashly stirring killing intent!"
*Bang!* Yet another death!
The white-robed man walked through the void. When he spoke, his voice was vast and mighty, like startling thunder. It shook people so they could not stand steady, shook them so their spiritual power could not circulate, shook them so their immortal arts collapsed, shook them so their blood and qi churned, shook them until blood flowed from their seven orifices, shook them until their physical bodies exploded. It shook the entire tavern until it trembled violently. With a final, thunderous roar, the building completely collapsed.