As Gu Qingfeng raised his hand, a vortex condensed in his palm. With a *whoosh*, Elder Bowen was instantly sucked over.
"You little brat, today I'll let you experience firsthand the methods of an Evil Cultivator!"
As his words fell, Gu Qingfeng punched Elder Bowen in the abdomen. *Bang!* A bloody hole was instantly punched through Elder Bowen's stomach. Gu Qingfeng reached in, and when his hand emerged, it was stained crimson with blood. In his palm, he now held a dazzling, golden Golden Core!
A Golden Core!
Elder Bowen's Golden Core had been...
He had been disemboweled and had his Golden Core ripped out by force!
"You don't even know what the hell an Evil Cultivator is, yet you dare to shout about eliminating demons and defending the Dao? You've cultivated for over a thousand years in vain, truly wasted on a dog! What use do you have for a Golden Core!"
Gu Qingfeng clenched his fist around Elder Bowen's Golden Core. With a *crack!* the robust Golden Core dissipated into ashes in his hand.
"Waving the banner of justice, randomly labeling others as Evil Cultivators—this is your so-called 'eliminating demons and defending the Dao'!"
Gu Qingfeng pressed Elder Bowen's head down. *Crack!* He smashed it against the ground. Elder Bowen's legs were blasted apart, flesh and blood flying everywhere!
Witnessing this scene, everyone was so terrified their legs turned to jelly. They scrambled and crawled, frantically circulating their Spiritual Power in a desperate attempt to flee.
"A bunch of brats! When you attack, you don't distinguish right from wrong. If you can win, you fight; if you can't, you run. Since when is the world so convenient!"
Gu Qingfeng took a single step forward. Turbulent, murky radiance erupted from his entire body. His Spiritual Power was vast as an ocean, instantly swallowing the area like a tsunami.
"I've never had the habit of being beaten! Since you dared to make a move, none of you will escape today! Get the hell down here, all of you!"
The sheer force of his shout stirred the wind and clouds. *Boom!* *Crackle-boom!*
The turbulent Spiritual Power exploded like thunder, lightning crackling. Over two hundred people present were blasted until their hair stood on end, their clothes shredded, blood streaming from their seven orifices as they collapsed paralyzed on the ground.
"Open your mouths, it's 'Crimson-Letter Sect'."
Gu Qingfeng raised his hand, and an elder from the Fire Cloud Branch Hall was sucked over. He pressed down on the elder's head. *Crack!* Both legs shattered, forcing the elder to kneel on the ground.
"Close your mouths, it's 'Crimson-Letter Sect'!"
Another elder from the Fire Cloud Branch Hall had his legs shattered, kneeling on the ground.
"Since when did the Crimson-Letter Sect become an umbrella for scum like you!"
*Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!*
In the blink of an eye, all nine elders of the Fire Cloud Branch Hall had been disemboweled, their Golden Cores dug out, their legs shattered, kneeling on the ground.
"And you!"
With a wave of his hand, Elder Xuanhua of the Fengyun Branch Hall was also sucked over.
"No—I... I... I didn't! I didn't call you an Evil Cultivator! I didn't!"
Having witnessed the nine Fire Cloud Branch Hall elders being disemboweled, Elder Xuanhua was already scared out of his wits.
"Hahahaha! Only when death is upon you do you change your tune? With courage like yours, you dare call yourself Crimson-Letter Sect? You're nothing but an insult to those three words!"
"Gu Qingfeng, you... don't!"
Lan Feier, after all, was from the Fengyun Branch Hall. Seeing Elder Xuanhua fall into Gu Qingfeng's hands, she was terrified and rushed to intervene. However, the moment she attacked, Gu Qingfeng swept her aside with a casual wave, sending her flying. When she looked again, she saw Gu Qingfeng's palm slam down on Elder Xuanhua's head. Elder Xuanhua's skull instantly shattered.
"Gu Qingfeng, how could you... how could you kill my... our elder! I'll fight you to the death!"
Panic-stricken, Lan Feier summoned her Natural Colored Spirit aura and Innate Treasure Body, her Golden Core rotating eighty-one times as she prepared for a desperate fight. But the moment she moved, Gu Qingfeng was instantly before her, his hand clamping around her neck.
"Stop!"
*Whoosh!*
Shui Yunruo also charged in. Yet, the moment she appeared, Gu Qingfeng also seized her by the neck. Both women were lifted into the air by Gu Qingfeng, struggling violently, but it was utterly useless.
"Little wenches, killing you is as easy as slaughtering pigs or dogs. The only reason you're still standing is because you didn't attack earlier. That's all. Don't push your luck!"
Gu Qingfeng flung them away with a wave. The two women flew through the air like kites with severed strings.
*Whoosh! Whoosh!*
Furious and having lost all reason, the two women prepared to attack again!
Gu Qingfeng glared at them angrily, pointing a finger and shouting sharply, "Move one more inch, and I'll take your lives! Get lost!"
As the word 'lost' fell, Shui Yunruo and Lan Feier were shaken by its force, their blood and qi churning, faces turning deathly pale, blood spurting from their mouths and noses. Clutching their chests, they collapsed paralyzed on the ground.
Here.
The rolling, turbulent Spiritual Power burned like a sea of fire, flashing with dense, crackling lightning. Over two hundred people lay prostrate on the ground—some injured, some dead—trembling, terrified, consumed by fear.
Inside the pavilion.
Fei Kui stood silently with his head bowed. He hadn't spoken, and ever since Gu Qingfeng had loosened his collar earlier, he hadn't even raised his head.
He just stood there.
Not far away, Chen Yue also stood, holding Xia Pan'er tightly in her arms.
She was terrified.
Scared to death.
She had never imagined that someone who usually appeared so leisurely and utterly lazy could become so frightening when enraged—terrifying to the very bone.
Every word and action, solitary, cold, and wildly unrestrained.
A flick of his finger, instant death; fierce, domineering, and absolute.
He stood here like a heaven-piercing sharp sword, like a solitary peak holding up the sky, like a War God looking down upon the world. His disdainful gaze seemed to disregard everything between heaven and earth.
Twilight.
A gloomy, cold twilight.
Like the twilight when the sun plummets, terrifying, as if darkness could descend at any moment, as if doomsday could appear at any time.
Chen Yue desperately wanted to leave, but she found she didn't even have the courage to run. Yes, she didn't. She was afraid, afraid that before she could escape, this terrifying person would kill her.
Chen Yue felt this way.
And those lying on the ground within the area were even more terrified, trembling uncontrollably. Whether they were elders from various great sects or experts from the Three Caves and Five Mountains, no one was an exception. All were paralyzed on the ground, every single hair on their bodies trembling in fear.
Jin Can, the Heir Apparent Disciple of Fenghui Sect.
Xiao Fan, the Successor Disciple of Jiangzhu Mountain.
Renshen, the Successor Disciple of Liuren Mountain.
The Nine Spirits of Fengyun, the Nine Young Masters of Huoyun—these geniuses possessing Natural Colored Spirits and Innate Inheritance—were all so terrified they lost control of their bowels, covered in filth. They hadn't cultivated for long, at most a few decades. Perhaps they had experienced danger, encountered crises, but they had absolutely never experienced such utter, complete terror. This kind of fear directly crushed their minds, pierced their hearts, and penetrated their very souls.
Only one person in the area was unharmed: Fei He, the eldest disciple of Old Master Shi Tong.
The reason he was unharmed was simply because he hadn't made a move. That was all.
He wasn't injured, but he was paralyzed on the ground.
He hadn't been intimidated or suppressed; neither Gu Qingfeng's imposing aura nor his vast Spiritual Power had affected him in any way.
But he was still paralyzed on the ground.
He was scared—scared to breathe, scared to speak, even scared to raise his head and look.