"Weren't you all quite arrogant just now? Why are you all so cowardly now?"
Gu Qingfeng walked to the table, picked up the wine pot, poured a cup, and drank it in one gulp. He said, "With courage as small as yours, you still try to learn from others to show off your might, flaunt your power, fight for face, and make a name for yourselves?"
Gu Qingfeng did not look at Mo Baiyu and the others, merely pouring and drinking by himself. "Since I accepted your challenge earlier, today I will definitely give you this opportunity."
It was as if he were talking to himself, yet also seemed to be addressing everyone.
"I also said earlier that today, just for you calling me 'Great Lord,' I can't let you call me for nothing. Go ahead and make your move. I, your lord, will ensure it's enough, satisfying, and overwhelming, until you're satisfied with the fight."
After drinking three cups in a row, Gu Qingfeng turned around, swept a glance at Mo Baiyu and the others, and said softly, "Now, your lord still says the same: go ahead and make your move."
Make a move?
Who would dare to make a move?
Mo Baiyu and the others were slumped on the deck like dead dogs, utterly dispirited. They didn't even have the courage to struggle, resist, or even beg for mercy, let alone dare to make a move.
After waiting a moment.
Gu Qingfeng walked in front of Mo Baiyu, looked at him, and said, "If I remember correctly, you were the first to step forward, right?
Surname Mo, given name Baiyu?
And also an Upper Immortal bearing the Immortal Dao's decree?
Since you were the first to step forward, then you make the first move."
At this moment.
Mo Baiyu lay collapsed on the ground, his entire body trembling violently. The silver crown on his head had long since fallen off, and his hair and robes were already soaked with sweat.
"What?
Don't dare?"
Gu Qingfeng asked a question, saying, "Answer me. Do you dare or not?"
"No...
No...
No...
Don't dare..." Mo Baiyu, trapped in endless fear, seemed to muster all his strength to finally utter the words "don't dare."
Suddenly!
Gu Qingfeng, who had been calm, suddenly turned cold and stern, shouting, "Since you don't dare, then why the hell did you step forward!"
Boom!
The force of his shout instantly shattered all of Mo Baiyu's meridians. His Immortal Spirit also dissipated, and his entire cultivation vanished into thin air. With a *wah* sound, Mo Baiyu bled from all seven orifices. In an instant, a brilliant light flashed—a golden radiance that coalesced to form a Great Sun.
This was the Great Sun Fortune born from the Light Bloodline bestowed by the Nine Heavens. Not only did it possess powerful might and strength, but it could also protect the Upper Immortal's life from violation.
Now that Mo Baiyu had his cultivation completely destroyed by the force of Gu Qingfeng's shout, the Great Sun Fortune immediately coalesced to protect him.
"Is it this worthless thing that lets you run rampant and act without fear in the Great Desolate?"
Gu Qingfeng reached out with a beckoning hand, and the Great Sun Fortune was immediately sucked toward him. With a twist of his hands, a series of crisp *crackling* sounds rang out. The Great Sun Fortune, hailed as the most powerful and domineering in the Great Desolate, was effortlessly twisted into nothingness by him.
"Your lord said, I never fight idle battles!"
Gu Qingfeng lifted a foot and kicked. Mo Baiyu was sent flying sideways, landing among the crowd, already a bloody mess. His cultivation was crippled. Though he was still alive, he was merely alive—just like Shangguan Dong's fate, he could only rely on this last breath to sustain his life from now on.
"Being young and impetuous is not wrong. Being youthful and arrogant is not wrong either. Who hasn't been young and reckless? When your lord was young, I was more impetuous and arrogant than any of you, more ignorant of the heights of heaven and the depths of earth than any of you, and even more unaware of what life and death meant than any of you."
"But!
Youthful arrogance comes with a price!
The price your lord paid for youthful arrogance, I haven't finished repaying even now!"
"Today, you're lucky to have met me. I'll make you repay the price of youthful arrogance all at once!"
"He is like this, and you are no exception!"
Bang!
Another kick.
Yunzhou was sent flying sideways. Similarly, his cultivation was completely lost, his Fortune destroyed, his body a bloody mess, leaving only a faint breath lingering.
"You!
You!
You!
All of you are the same!"
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Mufeng, Fuying, and Leng Jue—all three didn't even have time to grunt before they were kicked flying sideways by Gu Qingfeng. Their meridians were completely severed, their cultivation lost, and they were left barely alive.
Mo Baiyu and the others paid a heavy price for their youthful arrogance.
A truly heavy price.
Although they were still alive, they were merely alive. Setting aside whether they could be healed, even if they were, they would inevitably become half-dead cripples in the future.
In the Great Desolate.
Death is not terrifying.
What is terrifying is being half-dead.
To die is to die; in a sense, it can be a form of liberation.
But to live half-dead, one must not only endure physical pain but also bear psychological and spiritual torment that can never be erased for a lifetime.
This is more terrifying than death.
Within the scene.
Looking at Mo Baiyu, Yunzhou, and the other Upper Immortals bearing the Immortal Dao's decree, no one dared to speak. To be precise, they couldn't believe their eyes.
No one would have thought that Mo Baiyu and the others, who were so imposing just moments ago, would be crippled so suddenly.
It must be known that each of Mo Baiyu and the others had the support of a major Immortal Domain and a great family behind them. More importantly, they were all Upper Immortals bearing the Immortal Dao's decree. Daring to kill them would be equivalent to disrespecting the Immortal Dao.
In other words.
Crippling them would not only bring pursuit from the Immortal Domain families but also warrant a wanted order from the Immortal Dao.
The consequences were simply unimaginable for ordinary people and unbearable for ordinary people.
Now.
This very person who called himself the Great Lord You Di had, in full public view, crippled Mo Baiyu and the others and even twisted the Great Sun Fortune representing the Immortal Dao into nothingness.
This was not merely disrespecting the Immortal Dao; it was outright contempt for the Immortal Dao's dignity. Once this matter spread, the Immortal Dao would surely be enraged.
Wasn't he afraid?
Perhaps.
If he truly were You Di, then there would be no question of fear or not.
The You Di of the past dared to burn the Nine Heavens, dared to slaughter the Great Dao, dared to sever the heavens. Killing a few Upper Immortals bearing the Immortal Dao's decree wasn't a matter of daring or not—only whether he wanted to or not.
But.
Was this white-robed man truly the legendary Nine Nethers Emperor?
Who knew?
No one knew.
No one dared to be one hundred percent certain he was You Di, nor did anyone dare to be one hundred percent certain he was not You Di.
This was a mystery.
A mystery everyone wanted to know yet dared not know.
At this moment.
Upper Immortal Qingqing still stood obediently on the deck, unmoving from beginning to end.
Although she was kind-hearted, she was no saint. She clearly knew that Mo Baiyu and the others had brought today's outcome entirely upon themselves. Therefore, her heart held no ripples, not even a trace of sympathy. At this moment, she had no extra thoughts to sympathize with these reckless people like Mo Baiyu.
At some point, she raised her head and simply gazed at Gu Qingfeng's back, her eyes particularly complex.
Compared to before.
There was a bit less fear, a bit less terror.
A bit more incredulity, a bit more disbelief.
And one feeling she herself did not know what it was.