Kill someone?
Kill whom?
Just as Lan Feier was startled and suspicious, Gu Qingfeng beside her suddenly made his move. Raising his hand, a turbid vortex appeared in his palm. The vortex resembled a black hole, akin to an abyss, profoundly eerie and terrifying. With a whoosh, Zhuo Feng opposite him had no idea what was happening before he was sucked over.
"You little brat, who gave you the gall to hoist the banner of righteousness so high!"
At this moment.
Gu Qingfeng stood within the pavilion, his white robes billowing majestically, his black hair dancing wildly. His handsome face had, at some unknown time, turned fierce and severe. His eyes, too, had become dark and sinister at an unknown moment.
His expression was no longer leisurely.
His demeanor was no longer carefree.
All that remained was cold severity and sinister intent.
With one hand behind his back, he pressed the vortex in his palm against Zhuo Feng's abdomen. A fierce push—bang!—Zhuo Feng shuddered as if struck by lightning, his hair standing on end, his clothes shredding, his skin splitting.
"The Crimson-Letter Sect takes vanquishing demons and defending the Dao as its duty. Is this how you vanquish demons and defend the Dao?"
Another palm strike pushed forward. Zhuo Feng's foundation was destroyed, his Purple Mansion shattered, his Golden Core exploded, his Color Spirit dispersed.
"Failing to distinguish between righteous and evil, unable to tell good from bad, hoisting the banner of righteousness for personal gain and selfish interests, falsely labeling others as evil cultivators, prettifying it as vanquishing demons and defending the Dao... You bastards engaging in such filthy deeds, I can't bear the shame of being associated with you!"
Bang! Blood gushed from Zhuo Feng's seven orifices, and blood seeped from every pore on his body. He had become a man of blood!
Too fast, too sudden!
No one had expected Gu Qingfeng to suddenly attack. When the geniuses gathered here reacted, disregarding the terror in their hearts, they immediately summoned their Nature's Color Spirits and activated their Golden Core spiritual power.
"Everyone, attack together! Kill this evil cultivator!"
Ye Rou summoned her flying sword, intending to strike. Gu Qingfeng, with a flick of his hand, threw Zhuo Feng to the ground. In a flash, he closed the distance as if shrinking the earth, instantly arriving before her. He grabbed Ye Rou's flying sword, shattering it to pieces, then raised his hand to clutch her throat, saying coldly, "With your meager cultivation, you dare dream of killing me?"
As his words fell, Gu Qingfeng slapped his palm onto the top of Ye Rou's head. Ye Rou didn't even have time to grunt before blood spurted from her seven orifices, and she collapsed into a pool of blood.
"A bunch of little brats, not knowing to cherish your precious time, insisting on showing off and competing!"
As Gu Qingfeng turned, he swept his arm horizontally. A narrow, crescent-shaped arc of light condensed and shot forth. The Nature's Color Spirits on Kang Zhengqi, He Wen, and over ten other Ninefold Flowing Color geniuses were instantly struck and dispersed by this arc of light, each of them falling to the ground.
"I gave you face, but you didn't know how to take it. Since that's the case, I'll make sure you remember this lesson!"
Gu Qingfeng took a step forward. The earth trembled. The dozen or so people who had fallen to the ground were shaken until blood sprayed from their mouths and noses. Crack! Their legs involuntarily gave way, forcing them to kneel.
The others who had been preparing to attack, witnessing this scene, no longer dared to make a move. Each of them was terrified, their faces deathly pale, retreating step by step.
Zhuo Feng, Ye Rou, Kang Zhengqi—these were all Ninefold Flowing Color geniuses. Yet, in less than an encounter, in not even the span of a single breath, they were all paralyzed, defeated. Some lay in pools of blood, others knelt in them, their condition unknown, whether dead or alive.
Watching this unbelievable and incomprehensible scene, many couldn't help but recall what Xia Pan'er had said. She claimed that Zhuo Feng, Ye Rou, and the Young Master Tai Xuan White Crane from the Nine Glories Alliance had joined forces yet failed to intimidate Gu Qingfeng. Initially, everyone thought the little girl was joking. Only at this moment did they realize that perhaps she wasn't joking but speaking the truth.
Zhuo Feng and Ye Rou weren't injured by Buddha's Breath.
They were truly injured by Gu Qingfeng's shockwave in the Black-Raven Secret Realm!
It was also at this moment that everyone realized the truth of Lan Feier's words. She said she wasn't defending Gu Qingfeng but defending these people. She said these people were no match for Gu Qingfeng. Initially, no one believed her. Now, they all did.
Lan Feier truly wasn't defending Gu Qingfeng; she really was defending these people, because she knew from the start that they were no match for Gu Qingfeng.
Yes.
She knew.
Not only she knew, but Shui Yunruo and Chen Yue also knew. What they didn't know was that Gu Qingfeng could be so terrifying when angered.
Swift and decisive, striking in the blink of an eye. However.
What made them feel fearful wasn't just that.
But rather, at this very moment, in this place, Gu Qingfeng himself was terrifying.
In the impressions of these three women, this guy had always been very leisurely. Even when several women joined forces to besiege him in the Black-Raven Secret Realm, he maintained an air of casual elegance. But now, he seemed like a completely different person. His previous leisurely demeanor had vanished without a trace, replaced by a twilight-like aura.
A twilight akin to dusk.
Somewhat gloomy and cold, somewhat silent, and somewhat sinister.
As if boundless darkness could descend at any moment.
Looking again at Zhuo Feng lying prone in the pool of blood, the three women could tell: although Zhuo Feng wasn't dead, he was no different from being dead. His foundation was destroyed, his cultivation crippled, all his meridians severed. He would spend the rest of his life lying in bed.
This couldn't help but make the three of them recall what Gu Qingfeng had said earlier. Gu Qingfeng had asked a question. He told Zhuo Feng to consider carefully, to think it through before answering, because this might be the last sentence Zhuo Feng would ever speak in his life. Although the three women didn't know why Gu Qingfeng said that, they knew that Zhuo Feng would never be able to speak again. The words he spoke earlier had truly become the last sentence of his life.
Shui Yunruo and Lan Feier exchanged a glance, not knowing what to say. They only knew that Gu Qingfeng had stirred up serious trouble this time.
Zhuo Feng, Kang Zhengqi, Ye Rou, He Wen—these dozen or so Ninefold Flowing Color geniuses were either from the Fengyun Branch Hall or the Huoyun Branch Hall, either from the Ten Great Sects of the Liuli Great Region or disciples of the Three Caves and Five Mountains. Each was a treasured darling painstakingly nurtured by their respective major forces with immense effort and resources. Behind each one lay intricate chains of interest with various major sects, families, and gangs.
Now, these people were either crippled or injured. Once the major forces learned of this, they would undoubtedly spare no effort to eradicate Gu Qingfeng.
At that moment, many people arrived from all directions. Lan Feier and Shui Yunruo looked over, their expressions slightly changing. Those arriving were precisely the Elders from the Huoyun, Fengyun, Three Caves and Five Mountains, and the Ten Great Sects of Liuli who were attending the banquet—over a hundred in total.
From the Huoyun Branch Hall, eight Elders led by Elder Bowen.
From the Fengyun Branch Hall, six Elders led by Elder Xuanhua.
From the Fenghui Sect, eighteen Elders led by Bai Hong and Jin Yu.
In addition, the Three Caves and Five Mountains and other sects of the Liuli Great Region each had several Elders present.
Perhaps the commotion during the earlier fight had been too great, alarming almost everyone on Liuren Mountain. Led by Feihe, the disciples of Liuren Mountain also arrived first. Immediately after, a group of over ten young people appeared one after another. These dozen or so individuals were no small matter—they were the Heir Apparent Disciples of various major sects, the successor disciples of the Three Caves and Five Mountains.
My condition isn't great today, so the update speed might be a bit slow, but I'll finish the task before going to sleep...