"Ah—! You useless trash!"
Whoosh!
Leng Yanqiu screamed, her voice filled with utter fury. The frigid mist and radiance around her erupted wildly. In the blink of an eye, she tried to stand up. Yet, at that very moment, Gu Qingfeng slapped her again. Just like before, there was no visible flow of light, no surge of Spiritual Power—just a simple slap that once more struck Leng Yanqiu's face, sending her sprawling to the ground!
"Ah! You're looking for death!—" Leng Yanqiu's voice rang out. The frigid mist and radiance around her condensed, making her seem like a statue of ice. She tried to stand up once more.
But it was useless.
The moment she rose, Gu Qingfeng's slap sent her tumbling back down.
No matter how powerful the force she unleashed, no matter how profound the Profound Mystery she employed, it was all the same. She simply could not withstand a single slap from Gu Qingfeng.
This scene made everyone present feel their scalps go numb and a chill run down their spines. Their hearts pounded uncontrollably.
After fusing with the Bingxuan Source and the Bingxuan Heart, Leng Yanqiu had been able to defeat two Bingxuan Ancestors with a single move—her strength was terrifyingly formidable. Yet now, she couldn't withstand a single slap from Gu Qingfeng. Every time she mustered her full power and profound mysteries, they were instantly dispersed by a slap. She was beaten to the point of having no chance to fight back, unable to even stand up.
This was simply too horrifying!
Just how powerful was Gu Qingfeng's physical body?!
Those present couldn't even imagine what kind of physical body could contain such terrifying power.
They didn't know.
No one knew.
The White-Robed Man, Gu Qingfeng, just stood there quietly, one hand behind his back, his expression serene, his gaze indifferent. He didn't utter a single word. Whenever Leng Yanqiu stood up, he would give her a slap.
After five slaps, Leng Yanqiu was no longer the arrogant, domineering Leng Yanqiu from before. Instead, she was a person with a bloodied head, disheveled hair, a swollen face, and blood gushing from her mouth and nose.
Thud!
Another slap!
The radiance around Leng Yanqiu dispersed once more, and her head slammed into the ground again. Her voice had grown hoarse, but her fury had not diminished in the slightest as she cried out for Young Lord Long Fei.
Not far away, the Jade-Faced Young Lord Long Fei heard Leng Yanqiu calling his name. His heart couldn't help but lurch, and his expression shifted repeatedly. When he had first arrived, his face had worn a faint, composed smile. But at this moment, that composed smile had long since vanished without a trace, leaving behind only wariness—an endless amount of wariness.
Although he possessed Four Realms, Seven Hues of Jade Radiance and was a Transcendent True Person, facing someone who could beat Leng Yanqiu to the point of having no chance to fight back using only his physical body inevitably made him wary.
"Esteemed Sir, could you give me, Long Fei, some face and stop here?"
After a moment of consideration, he spoke.
Wary he might be, but that didn't mean he didn't dare to speak.
"You have no face with me."
When Gu Qingfeng's voice came, Long Fei's expression instantly turned deathly pale and livid. The corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally. He took a deep, hidden breath and spoke again.
"Esteemed Sir, I—" Before his words could finish, they were directly cut off by Gu Qingfeng's utterly emotionless voice.
"Speak one more word, and I will take your life."
Gu Qingfeng's voice wasn't loud, and his tone was especially flat. Yet, this seemingly casual, extremely understated voice contained a kind of silent, overbearing authority.
Long Fei was, after all, a Transcendent True Person with Four Realms, Seven Hues of Jade Radiance, and a great genius known throughout the Four Grand Regions. His words naturally carried weight. No one had ever dared not give him face, and even if they didn't, they wouldn't dare openly refute him to his face.
But now, this White-Robed Man had not only refuted him to his face but also warned him that daring to utter a single word would cost him his life!
Long Fei could bear it no longer. With an angry roar, he shouted, "Do you truly think I fear you?!"
Whoosh!
Long Fei took a step forward. Radiance shimmered around him—the radiance of Four Realms, Seven Hues of Colored Spirit. The Spiritual Power within was vast and immense, shockingly reaching the cultivation level of a twenty-rotation Golden Core! He summoned a flying sword, roared, and swung it in an upward slash.
Instantly.
A gigantic sword light, twenty to thirty meters in size, condensed and manifested. The sword light's might was ferocious, like an indestructible arc of light from the Natural Order itself—resembling wind, thunder, and lightning. The air scattered before it, Spiritual Power roiled violently, and the earth was split open by this sword strike, leaving a deep, long fissure.
Too terrifying!
Too powerful!
Long Fei truly lived up to being a great genius!
Yet, the White-Robed Man opposite him neither dodged nor evaded. As the ferocious sword light surged toward him, he simply raised his hand lightly and, with that casual motion, caught hold of the fierce sword light. Then, an even more spine-chilling scene occurred. After catching the sword light, he gave it a casual rub with his hand. A series of crisp cracking sounds echoed, and the sword light instantly dispersed and vanished.
Good heavens!
That sword strike contained the full force of Young Lord Long Fei's twenty-rotation Golden Core Transcendent Spiritual Power, the profound mysteries of the Natural Order's Four Realms, Seven Hues of Colored Spirit, and three great-perfection Yellow-grade sword mysteries. Not only had it been blocked, but it had also been utterly dispersed with a casual rub.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would dare believe it was real!
Especially Young Lord Long Fei. He understood the power of his own sword strike better than anyone. Precisely because he understood, witnessing this scene left him more shocked, more incredulous, and more unable to accept it than anyone else.
Suddenly!
The White-Robed Man within the grounds vanished into thin air.
Vanished without a trace.
This scene terrified Long Fei, filling his face with panic. He immediately soared into the air, unleashing his divine sense to investigate. He couldn't detect Gu Qingfeng's trace. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He turned to look, and a figure had appeared behind him at some unknown time.
A White-Robed Man.
It was him.
Gu Qingfeng.
He stood in the void, his robes flapping sharply, his black hair dancing wildly in the space. His dark eyes were like abysses, filled with silence and darkness. His appearance was like the descent of dusk, the sky filled with twilight hues.
"You have no regard for life or death!"
Gu Qingfeng raised a hand. Radiance shimmered in his palm—a turbid radiance. Within the radiance, various lightning bolts crackled, and rolling Spiritual Power surged like a tsunami, vast and boundless as a volcano.
His five fingers spread open, each one like a towering mountain peak containing majestic grandeur. His palm resembled the vault of heaven, the lines upon it like mountain ranges and rivers.
Such a palm.
Like the heavens, like mountains, like rivers.
The palm descended.
Boom!
Long Fei didn't even have time to utter a grunt before he was instantly crushed into dust.
Yes!
Crushed.
Everyone saw clearly. Before being crushed, Long Fei had unleashed his proud Four Realms, Seven Hues of Jade Radiance—and it was the fused twenty-eight hues of Jade Radiance at that. But it was useless. The moment it was unleashed, his physical body was completely crushed and dispersed, not even leaving dust behind, turning into specks of particles returning to the Natural Order.
Dead!
Just like that, he was dead.
The famously renowned great genius of the Nine-Hua Alliance, the one known as the Jade-Faced Dragon Young Lord Long Fei, had been killed by Gu Qingfeng with a single move.
Everyone still remembered Gu Qingfeng's warning to Long Fei moments ago. He had said that if Long Fei dared utter a single word, he would take his life.
Long Fei hadn't believed it.
Now he believed.
But it was too late.
He was dead.
He would never have another chance.
Gu Qingfeng descended from mid-air to the ground, standing with his hands behind his back, his black hair dancing wildly. He didn't move. No radiance flashed, no Spiritual Power surged. Perhaps it was the residual Spiritual Power fluctuations from his earlier actions that he brought down with him. The moment his feet touched the ground, the earth beneath trembled violently. The dozen or so Transcendent True Persons who had come with Young Lord Long Fei were instantly shaken until blood spurted from their mouths and noses. Thud! They knelt on the ground.
Even Si Qianhua let out a muffled groan, lowered his head, his face deathly pale, not daring to look directly, retreating step by step.