In that single instant.
Heir Apparent Disciple Jin Can of Fenghui Sect died a violent death.
The successor disciple of Jiangzhu Mountain, Xiao Fan, and the successor disciple of Liuren Mountain, Renshen—both had their legs shattered into powder, kneeling on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, their fate unknown.
Witnessing this scene, Elder Jin Yu of Fenghui Sect, who had previously been shouting at Gu Qingfeng, was so terrified his face turned deathly pale. He never imagined Gu Qingfeng would be so bold as to dare kill someone while surrounded by tens of thousands. Unable to suppress the fear in his heart, he leaped up in fright, trying to flee. Suddenly, an angry roar thundered!
"Get back down here!"
Boom!
The power of that single shout was like a thunderclap exploding, instantly causing Elder Jin Yu to bleed from all seven orifices and collapse paralyzed on the ground. At the same time, Gu Qingfeng flashed into view, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up, his voice cold and sharp: "You fool who doesn't know when to quit. I gave you face, but you didn't want it. You insisted on seeking death."
With that, Gu Qingfeng gripped his head with one hand and slammed him down with a bang. Crack! As Elder Jin Yu bled from all seven orifices, his legs were also pulverized into a bloody mess.
"Evil Demon! Stop!"
A Mysterious Sword Art not only failed to budge Gu Qingfeng, but the flying sword itself was shattered into pieces. The Sect Head of Fenghui Sect, greatly shocked, did not stop. Seeing Elder Jin Yu about to die, he roared in fury, activating his Purple Palace Nascent Soul. Surging Spiritual Power erupted as he swung his arms, radiant light blooming wildly like massive mountain peaks crashing down.
Yet.
The white-robed man, Gu Qingfeng, still did not spare him a glance. When the Sect Head of Fenghui Sect attacked, the layers of mountain peaks condensed in his palms touched the murky fiery radiance surrounding Gu Qingfeng and once again erupted with a crackling sound. In an instant, this Mysterious Martial Art disintegrated and vanished into nothingness.
This was the esteemed Sect Head of Fenghui Sect!
A true Grandmaster of the Nascent Soul realm!
Earlier, a Mysterious Sword Art had failed to move Gu Qingfeng an inch. Now, even after frantically activating his Nascent Soul for a full-force strike, he still could not budge him.
This scene left everyone present dumbfounded and incredulous, especially the Nascent Soul experts from the Ten Great Sects, the Three Caves and Five Mountains, and the Fire Cloud and Wind-Cloud branches. They simply could not believe their eyes, their expressions filled with terror as if they had encountered ghosts or gods.
Gu Qingfeng stood tall, still not having glanced at the Sect Head of Fenghui Sect. With one hand behind his back, he gripped Elder Jin Yu's head with the other, his voice cold: "To think you've cultivated for two thousand years, yet your state of mind remains so pathetic, worse than an imbecile!"
With a bang, his single hand suddenly exerted force, and Elder Jin Yu's arms were also pulverized into a bloody mess.
"Since you want to witness what it means to wish for death, I'll give you that chance today!"
As his words fell, Gu Qingfeng raised his hand and viciously tore Elder Jin Yu's head right off his shoulders. He casually tossed it aside, throwing the head onto the ground. Then, his five fingers pinched and moved, conjuring Spiritual Arts. He cast some unknown spell onto Elder Jin Yu's neck, then reattached the head. Unbelievably, after the head was reattached, Elder Jin Yu miraculously came back to life, emitting a tearing, agonized scream.
"Get over there and scream!"
Gu Qingfeng kicked him, sending Jin Yu flying over ten meters away.
This scene was utterly horrifying, utterly terrifying.
So horrifying that the thirty-plus Nascent Soul experts who had surrounded Gu Qingfeng now wore expressions of fear, retreating step by step.
So terrifying that the tens of thousands gathered on Liuren Mountain were plunged into panic.
No one knew how this white-robed man before them, with Spiritual Power only at the Purple Palace cultivation level, could block two Mysterious Immortal Arts from the Sect Head of Fenghui Sect. Even more, no one knew how Elder Jin Yu, clearly dead, could be revived by a spell he cast.
Yes.
No one knew.
Elder Jin Yu's limbs were all shattered, leaving only his torso and head, emitting waves of painful wails that, reaching the ears, made scalps tingle and hearts tremble.
That Gu Qingfeng stood with both hands behind his back, his white robes like snow, his sleeves flapping sharply in the wind, his black hair dancing wildly. He stood in the void like an unshakable solitary peak reaching for the heavens, like a deity descended from the sky, exuding an aura that looked down upon the world. His pair of dark, profound eyes swept across the scene, his gaze contemptuous of all living beings, inspiring fear in everyone.
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky as if the great sun were falling. Dusk had descended without anyone noticing, and the entire Liuren Mountain trembled violently.
Boom! Crash!
Fierce winds, torrential rain, thunder and lightning!
At the same time, an immense pressure enveloped the area. At this moment, everyone's hearts sank, the feeling like the sky collapsing, pressing down until they could hardly breathe.
Within the darkness, the twilight was thick, the aura of death heavy.
No one knew what was happening. Every single person present felt a sense of suffocation, and as the dark clouds in the sky gathered more and more frantically, that suffocating feeling grew stronger. They clutched their chests, their hearts feeling as if squeezed, unbearably uncomfortable.
Boom! Crash!
The wind grew fiercer, the rain heavier, the thunder and lightning more frenzied.
In the void, the thirty-plus Nascent Soul experts, though each wore expressions of fear and tension, circulated their Spiritual Power, gripped their flying swords, and stared fixedly at Gu Qingfeng as they retreated. On Liuren Mountain, the tens of thousands looked at each other. Some, afraid, wanted to leave. At that moment, the Sect Head of Fenghui Sect, his face flushed red, shouted: "This Evil Demon is brutal and inhuman! Everyone, attack together and kill him!"
"Don't be afraid! The Evil Demon may be powerful, but we have numbers! As long as we unite, we can surely tear him to pieces!"
"That's right! Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over righteousness! Everyone, attack together and slay him!"
"The old hall master of our Fire Cloud Branch will arrive soon! The old hall master and the others are Chixiao veterans who once followed Lord Chixiao in conquering the world, each bearing Dragon-Elephant Guardians! They will definitely be able to slay this Evil Demon!"
The sect heads of the Ten Great Sects and the Three Caves and Five Mountains stepped forward one after another, shouting indignantly.
The Sect Head of Fenghui Sect pointed at Gu Qingfeng, shouting sharply: "Evil Demon! Don't you dare be so arrogant! You have killed my Fenghui Sect's Heir Apparent Disciple and dozens of elders! Today, I will absolutely not let you go!"
"Not let me go?" Gu Qingfeng looked at him expressionlessly, his voice icy and sharp: "With what? You?"
"I..." Gazing at Gu Qingfeng in this moment, the Sect Head of Fenghui Sect's face changed repeatedly, filled with terror. But he still gritted his teeth and roared hoarsely: "My Fenghui Sect has over ten Nascent Soul Grandmasters, over a thousand Transcendent True Persons, and more than a hundred thousand disciples! How could we fear an Evil Demon like you!"
"Is that so?" Gu Qingfeng looked at him, his eyes suddenly snapping wide open as he coldly shouted: "If that's the case, then come over here and accept your death!"
As he raised his hand, a murky vortex abruptly appeared in his palm. The Sect Head of Fenghui Sect felt an immense suction force sweep over him. He immediately frantically circulated his Spiritual Power, trying to resist, but it was utterly useless. With a whoosh, his body was sucked over!