True Person Guangqi had cultivated for over a thousand years and was a fourth-turn Golden Core expert. His spiritual power was unfathomably deep, and his martial attainments were especially profound.
As for Liao Dingsheng, being the heir apparent disciple of the Spirit-Capital Sect, he was naturally extraordinary. He had opened four colors, and what's more, they were three golds and one purple: a golden-colored foundation, a golden-colored true body, a golden-colored dantian, and a purple-colored Golden Core. The existence of the natural purple color was even more profound and powerful than gold.
Having cultivated for several decades, he could be called the first generation of colorful spirit geniuses after the great calamity. His sword technique attainments were also profound; it was rumored he had cultivated the Yellow-Rank Meteor Great Sword Art to the eighth or ninth minor perfection realm. Every move and stance contained seventy-two profound mysteries of the Yellow-Rank Meteor, coupled with his three-gold-one-purple natural colorful spirit power, making his strength especially terrifying.
The Spirit-Capital Sect had come with several hundred people, and all who came were elder-level figures. It was no exaggeration to say that almost all the experts of the Spirit-Capital Sect had arrived.
Upon arriving at the mountain villa and landing on the ground, seeing the hundreds of people kneeling, the expressions of the Spirit-Capital Sect group, led by True Person Guangqi, all changed. Looking again at the flesh, blood, and severed limbs in the ruins, all their expressions turned grave. And when they saw the corpses of True Being Mingtao and Luo Jinheng, True Person Guangqi's expression immediately became furious.
Liao Dingsheng's body shimmered with radiance as three golden colors and one purple color condensed and manifested, burning fiercely like flames.
Clearly, he could no longer restrain the fury in his heart.
He did not attack.
Though he very much wanted to, he forcibly controlled himself. Since he could be elected as the heir apparent disciple of the Spirit-Capital Sect, whether in terms of innate talent, cultivation, comprehension, or even mental state, he was of the highest grade. He knew that with the situation unclear, he could not rashly strike.
He was like this, but the other colorful spirit geniuses seemed somewhat impulsive. Upon seeing Luo Jinheng's corpse, they each circulated their spiritual power, summoned their flying swords, and were about to charge forward to tear the white-robed man to pieces to vent the hatred in their hearts. However, they were stopped by a loud shout from Sect Head Guangqi.
Sect Head Guangqi's face was very unpleasant, to be precise, as ugly as could be, alternating between green and white. The killing intent in his eyes surged like waves, one after another.
He too was restraining the fury in his heart, because the scene before him was just too bizarre. Not only were hundreds of people kneeling here, but also Wen Huayu and True Being Lianggong of the Bingxuan Sect, Murong Tai of the Murong Family from the Nine-Hua Alliance, and Wu Han, the young master of Crimson-Letter Manor's head steward.
All of this, everything, forced him to be wary.
He raised his head, took a deep breath, but the fury in his heart not only failed to subside but grew even more intense. Staring fixedly at the white-robed man standing in the ruins, he shouted sternly, "Why did you kill my Spirit-Capital Sect's people!"
His voice was bone-chillingly cold and contained rolling killing intent.
Opposite him, Gu Qingfeng stood beside a table. His snow-white robes were spotless. He stood tall and straight, one hand behind his back, the other holding the ancient Taixu wine cup. Slightly lowering his head, he gazed at the changing Shuiyun wine within the Taixu cup. His three thousand strands of black hair drifted slightly in the breeze. He did not look up, not even a glance. A plain voice slowly came.
"I killed them. There's no why. I wanted to kill them, that's all. If you're not convinced, come at me. If you're scared, get lost."
Too overbearing!
Too arrogant!
Too insolent!
Too domineering!
Who had ever seen someone who, after beating people, not only didn't run but instead waited here for the other party to come looking for them!
No one!
Who had ever seen someone who, when an entire sect's experts had all arrived, not only showed no fear but stood there drinking wine!
No one!
Who had ever seen someone who, after killing people, when the other party's experts came seeking revenge, offered not a single word of explanation!
No one!
He only spoke a few brief words: he killed them. If you're not convinced and want revenge, come at me. If you're scared, get lost.
That was all.
Overbearing?
Arrogant?
Insolent?
Domineering?
Perhaps in the eyes of others it was so. But in Wei Qing's eyes, and even in the view of Liu Piaopiao standing in the ruins, he was not overbearing at all, nor arrogant, let alone insolent or domineering.
Why?
No why.
These people were far from qualified to make him act overbearing or arrogant.
Explanation?
He couldn't be bothered to explain.
Although Liu Piaopiao didn't understand Gu Qingfeng, she could see that the reason Gu Qingfeng was waiting here was probably for only one purpose: to thoroughly resolve this trouble.
If these people knew what was good for them, they could live.
If they didn't, he wouldn't mind in the slightest slaughtering them all.
Thinking of this, Liu Piaopiao couldn't help but close her eyes. At this moment, she finally understood why Wei Qing only dared to remain silent in the face of this person, why Wei Qing had always told her to stay away from him, and why Wei Qing had told her not to move when Gu Qingfeng acted.
She understood.
Finally understood.
This person's attitude depended entirely on the other party's actions.
But her understanding did not mean others could understand. Gu Qingfeng's words—'if you're not convinced, fight; if you submit, get lost'—were not a warning in the eyes of others, but blatant arrogance and insolence.
"You are far too arrogant!" Sect Head Guangqi's face flushed red as he roared, "Do you think our Spirit-Capital Sect has no one?!"
Opposite him, Gu Qingfeng raised his head. It was a cold and stern face, his expression neither sorrowful nor joyful, neither fearful nor afraid. His expression was, his brow was, his eyes were—all there was was tranquility, stillness, the kind of silence before light disappears and dusk descends. A gentle breeze came, a few strands of black hair drifting wantonly across his face.
"That's right. I am bullying your Spirit-Capital Sect for having no one."
He raised the Taixu wine cup, drained the Shuiyun wine in one gulp, and looked faintly at the Spirit-Capital Sect opposite him, saying softly, "So what?"
"Such big talk!" Liao Dingsheng's body shimmered with the three golden and one purple colors of nature. He too was so angry his face was flushed red, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Pointing at Gu Qingfeng, he shouted sternly, "Ignorant junior! What do you think you are, believing..." Before he could finish, Gu Qingfeng, with one hand holding the Taixu cup, suddenly raised the hand behind his back, fingers spread, palm glowing with radiance. Vast spiritual power surged forth, condensing into a thousand layers of profound mysteries. With a *whoosh*, Liao Dingsheng had no idea what happened before his entire person was sucked over.
By the time he reacted, the vortex in Gu Qingfeng's palm was already pressed against his abdomen.
"My talk has always been big."
Gu Qingfeng raised the cup with his left hand, tilting his head back to drink. His right hand suddenly pushed forward. With a *bang*, the three golden colors and one purple color shimmering around Liao Dingsheng instantly disintegrated.
"Big enough to rival the heavens!"
Another palm strike!
Lightning radiance spread from his palm, like streaks of lightning dragons coiling around Liao Dingsheng. With a series of crackling crisp sounds, Liao Dingsheng's hair stood on end, his skin split and flesh torn.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
"Kill! Kill him!"
Whoosh!
The Spirit-Capital Sect members summoned their flying swords and brandished sword arts. Gu Qingfeng withdrew his hand, pressed it against the crown of Liao Dingsheng's head, and with a *bang*, forced him to kneel on the ground.
Sect Head Guangqi charged. Gu Qingfeng spread his five fingers like heavenly hooks, the turbid spiritual power in his palm exploding and condensing, like an abyss or a black hole. With one palm push, he instantly shattered Sect Head Guangqi's flying sword on the spot. *Bang!* His palm struck Sect Head Guangqi's chest!
Ugh!
Guangqi immediately bled from all seven orifices and was sent flying sideways!
In mid-air, various sword arts rained down like a storm of pear blossoms. As the white-robed man swung his arm, ten thousand streaks of lightning flashed. With a series of crackling crisp sounds, all the incoming sword arts were completely shattered by this single swing.
"Seeking death!"
Gu Qingfeng reversed his hand and struck through the void. It was like a thunderous explosion. *Crack!* The several hundred members of the Spirit-Capital Sect all had their spiritual power disintegrate, falling to the ground. Ignoring the terror in their hearts, they scrambled to stand up.
Gu Qingfeng raised a finger, coldly shouting, "Dare to move a single step, and today I'll make sure you die without a burial place!"
Move?
Who dared to move?
Liao Dingsheng, who had opened four colors, three golds and one purple, was defeated in a single encounter. Sect Head Guangqi of the Spirit-Capital Sect was half-killed by a single palm strike.
Under such circumstances, who would dare to move?
"Kneel down and wait!"
Gu Qingfeng tilted his head back to drink, draining the cup in one gulp. As the ancient Taixu cup landed on the table with a *bang*, the several hundred Spirit-Capital Sect members were as if struck by lightning. Blood spurted from their mouths and noses, their bodies trembling. *Thump!* They knelt on the ground.