Among them was Jin Can, the Heir Apparent Disciple of Wind-Return Sect, the number one sect in the Glazed Great Domain, possessing an Innate Treasure Body and a cultivation of seventy-two revolutions of the Golden Core.
Yuan Xuan, successor of Black Crow Mountain, with a cultivation of the ninth level of the fourth realm of Natural Colored Spirit and sixty-three revolutions of the Golden Core.
Xiao Fan, successor of Crimson Pearl Mountain, with an Innate Inheritance and seventy-six revolutions of the Golden Core.
Ren Shen, successor of Liuren Mountain, with a cultivation of the ninth level of the fourth realm of Natural Colored Spirit and seventy-two revolutions of the Golden Core.
The other Heir Apparent successors all possessed comparable strength, either having Innate Creation or ninth-level Colored Spirits, and even the lowest among them had at least second or third realm ninth-level Colored Spirits.
When the Elders of the various major sects arrived here, they all revealed expressions of shock, as if unable to believe their own eyes. Especially when they saw Zhuo Feng, He Wen, Ye Rou, and others lying prostrate in a pool of blood, their faces changed drastically.
Elder Bowen of the Fire-Cloud Branch rushed over first to examine Zhuo Feng's injuries. Discovering that Zhuo Feng's meridians were completely severed, his foundation had collapsed, and his Golden Core was shattered, Elder Bowen nearly fainted from rage. Although He Wen, Kang Zhengqi, Ye Rou, and the others hadn't had their cultivation crippled, they had been beaten half to death.
"What happened? What happened here?"
Looking at Zhuo Feng and Ye Rou in the blood pool, and He Wen and the others kneeling on the ground covered in blood, Flying Crane Manor Master Feihe also wore a look of horror.
"It was that evil cultivator surnamed Gu who did it!"
"Elder, that evil cultivator surnamed Gu dared to make a move on Liuren Mountain! Kill him quickly!"
Only Zhuo Feng, He Wen, and the others were injured; the remaining disciples were unharmed but had suffered a great fright. Seeing the Elders of the various major sects arrive, they stepped forward one after another, pointing at Gu Qingfeng with righteous indignation.
"Gu... Gu Qingfeng?"
Manor Master Feihe stared in astonishment at the white-robed man within the scene.
"That's right. I was the one who acted."
Gu Qingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his face devoid of any emotional color—calm and indifferent.
"Why did you act?"
"No reason."
"You!"
Manor Master Feihe found it hard to believe.
"Arrogant brat! You dare to cripple Zhuo Feng's cultivation? Today, this old man will tear you to pieces!"
Elder Bowen of the Fire-Cloud Branch, his eyes bloodshot, had radiant light flashing wildly around him as billowing Spiritual Power erupted.
It wasn't just the Fire-Cloud Branch that wanted to kill Gu Qingfeng; the Elders of the Wind-Cloud Branch, the Three Caves Five Mountains, and the Wind-Return Sect all wanted to slay Gu Qingfeng at this moment.
Seeing this, Manor Master Feihe tried to dissuade them, but it was utterly useless.
Just as Lan Feier had said, Zhuo Feng, Ye Rou, He Wen, and the others were geniuses they had nurtured with countless effort and resources. Now, some were crippled, others injured. All the effort spent on Zhuo Feng and the others had gone to waste. How could they not be furious?
They all activated their Golden Cores, summoned their flying swords, and unleashed Sword Arts.
These Elders might not have Natural Colored Spirits or Innate Creation, but each was an old-timer who had cultivated for over a thousand years. The Spiritual Power contained within a single Golden Core was unfathomable, and the Immortal Arts and Sword Arts they executed were ever-changing, profoundly mysterious and wondrous.
At this moment, Gu Qingfeng merely stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by a faint, turbid radiance. The radiance flowed like water yet burned like a faint flame, with lightning and thunder crackling within, resembling streaks of electric sparks—extremely bizarre.
Even more bizarre was that when the various mysterious Sword Arts struck, touching the turbid radiance around Gu Qingfeng, they all crackled with a series of crisp sounds before inexplicably dissipating and vanishing.
Yes.
All of them.
Witnessing this scene, everyone present was greatly shocked. They unleashed their Sword Arts again.
One, ten, a hundred—for a time, Sword Arts filled the sky like a violent storm.
Yet, it was useless.
When these Sword Arts touched the turbid radiance around Gu Qingfeng, they dissipated once more. No matter how mysterious the Sword Art, no matter how profound the Spiritual Power, no matter how many Sword Arts were unleashed—all were useless. Upon touching the turbid radiance around Gu Qingfeng, they produced a series of crackling sounds before vanishing and dissipating.
This scene was too bizarre, bizarre to the point of being unbelievable.
Because everyone could see that the Spiritual Power circulating around Gu Qingfeng was merely the aura of the Purple Mansion. With such a cultivation level and such Spiritual Power, how could he withstand the Immortal Arts of so many people? No!
That wasn't withstanding at all. Everyone present saw clearly that when the various mysterious Immortal Arts made contact, they dissipated and vanished, like moths drawn to a flame.
How was this possible!
No one dared to believe this was real.
Whoosh!
Another Sword Art shot forth.
The one who acted was Ren Shen. He possessed a fourth realm, ninth-level Colored Spirit, and the Sword Art he unleashed also contained the majestic power of a ninth-level Natural Colored Spirit.
Useless.
When his Sword Art touched the turbid radiance around Gu Qingfeng, it too dissipated like a moth to a flame.
Immediately after, Jin Can, the Heir Apparent Disciple of Wind-Return Sect, made his move. He possessed an Innate Treasure Body and a cultivation of seventy-two revolutions of the Golden Core. The Sword Art he unleashed was also profoundly mysterious.
Like Ren Shen, his Sword Art shot forth and likewise dissipated and vanished.
Following that, Yuan Xuan, successor of Black Crow Mountain; Xiao Fan, successor of Crimson Pearl Mountain; the Heir Apparent disciples and successor disciples of the Ten Great Sects and the Three Caves Five Mountains all took action. The result was still dissipation and vanishing.
"I refuse to believe I can't deal with you!"
Swoosh!
Ren Shen, refusing to accept this defiance of reason, unleashed an Immortal Art again. The other Heir Apparent successors and disciples did the same, madly executing Immortal Arts. They were all Heir Apparent successors, each proud and arrogant. Now, being unable to handle a nouveau riche with mere Purple Mansion cultivation was something their pride simply couldn't bear. The Elders of the various major sects also didn't stop, continuing to unleash Immortal Arts, attacking frantically.
Immortal Arts filled the sky, Spiritual Power filled the sky, attacks filled the sky—dazzling yet mysterious, frenzied yet terrifying.
Among the more than two hundred people present, half were Elders from various major sects, each with immensely profound Spiritual Power and well-known reputations in the Glazed Great Domain. The other half were geniuses, either possessing Natural Colored Spirits or Innate Creation, all outstanding talents among the younger generation of the Glazed Great Domain.
It was this very group of people, madly unleashing Immortal Arts.
From beginning to end, the white-robed man did not move. He simply stood there with his hands behind his back, turbid radiance flowing around him. He stood, his expression cold, his brow unfurrowed, his eyes unblinking, his hair unmoved, his sleeves unstirred. Thousands upon thousands of mysterious Immortal Arts surged toward him, dissipating upon contact.
Time passed bit by bit.
The more than two hundred people within the scene continued to unleash Immortal Arts, but without the earlier frenzy. The Immortal Arts grew weaker and weaker.
With each Immortal Art unleashed, the Spiritual Power contained within the Golden Core diminished somewhat.
The more Immortal Arts they executed, the more they consumed.
Gradually, the Immortal Arts became fewer and fewer, as many had already been drained. Until, after half an hour, no one unleashed any more Immortal Arts.
They stood there, faces pale and ashen, panting heavily, glaring at Gu Qingfeng as if seeing a ghost or deity. Their eyes were filled with shock, filled with horror, and filled with fear.
This scene could no longer be described as bizarre. It was no longer just hard to believe—it was hair-raising.