Another slap descended, and True Being Longsheng bled from all seven orifices, every meridian in his body severed. He shrieked, letting out a sharp, agonized scream.
"Ah—no! Spare me! Spare me, please..." True Being Longsheng was terrified, utterly terrified, begging for mercy with reckless abandon.
"Spare you? Don't you know that Evil Demons are inherently cold-blooded and merciless!"
A flash of crimson suddenly appeared in Gu Qingfeng's originally calm, dark eyes as he roared in a low, furious voice, "Since you call me an Evil Demon, then today, this old man will be an Evil Demon!"
As his words fell, Gu Qingfeng raised his hand and slapped it down on True Being Longsheng's head. With a *bang*, that single slap shattered True Being Longsheng's true body into pieces, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Immediately, a figure about a meter tall materialized out of thin air. It was ugly, almost deformed, shrouded in a dark green mist, looking exceedingly sinister. This figure was none other than True Being Longsheng's Nascent Soul. The moment it appeared, it tried to flee.
He was fast, but Gu Qingfeng was faster. In a flash, he charged forward, reaching out and seizing True Being Longsheng's Nascent Soul in his hand. "Corrupted by evil spiritual energy, and you have the nerve to talk about vanquishing demons and defending the Dao as your duty?"
"Ah—you junior! I'll fight you to the death!"
True Being Longsheng wanted to ignite his Nascent Soul for a final, desperate struggle, but Gu Qingfeng would not give him that chance.
"Fight me? Even if I gave you a hundred million years, you wouldn't be worthy!"
Without even a glance, Gu Qingfeng clenched his fingers, instantly reducing True Being Longsheng's Nascent Soul to ashes.
"Gu Qingfeng, you dog! You dare kill my grandfather? I'll slaughter your entire family!"
Seeing True Being Longsheng obliterated, his Nascent Soul turned to dust, Wei Jiaojiao completely lost her mind. Brandishing a flying sword, she charged at Gu Qingfeng like a madwoman, intent on killing him.
As Gu Qingfeng turned, without even looking, he casually waved his hand. With a *crack*, the flying sword in Wei Jiaojiao's hand shattered and vanished.
"So young, yet so arrogant, domineering, and vicious—worse than a viper!"
Gu Qingfeng grabbed Wei Jiaojiao by the throat and dragged her forward, his voice low and thunderous. "I warned you before. Since you don't value your own lives and insist on seeking death, today, this old man will grant your wish!"
*Bang!*
A single slap.
Wei Jiaojiao's cultivation was shattered and dispersed, her Nascent Soul exploded, her Purple Mansion cracked, her foundation destroyed. She was already covered in blood.
Not far away, Lan Feier, Shui Yunruo, and Huo Wu Chen Yue stared dumbfounded, utterly petrified by the scene before them.
They never imagined Gu Qingfeng would suddenly strike.
And with such ruthless, decisive brutality.
With his first move, he killed the Grand Elder of the Leiyun Branch, True Being Longsheng. Then, with another slap, he ended Wei Jiaojiao, the Little Phoenix Hairpin who was their peer.
All in the blink of an eye.
What shocked them even more was Gu Qingfeng's strength. The ferocity of his strikes showed no sign of injury whatsoever; it was even more insane than during the Taixuan Platform incident!
The scene descended into chaos. The Ten Little Hidden Dragons and the Thirty-Six Huage Young Masters had lost all their previous arrogance and bluster. They didn't even dare to fight back or resist, leaping into the air to flee.
Unfortunately.
It was too late.
Far too late.
At least Old Master Huode, who understood Gu Qingfeng, knew that the moment these people set foot in Yunxia Sect, their fate was already sealed.
Whether it was a warning, forgiveness, or a threat, Gu Qingfeng would only ever do it once. Never a second time.
If they knew what was good for them, fine.
If they didn't, he would show no mercy.
To show mercy to an enemy was to be cruel to oneself.
The Ten Little Hidden Dragons and the Thirty-Six Huage Young Masters could hardly be considered Gu Qingfeng's enemies, but they were a nuisance. And Gu Qingfeng hated nuisances most of all, especially repeated ones. He could tolerate it once for an old acquaintance's sake, but absolutely not a second time.
"Back at the Taixuan Platform, I warned you. If you want to fight, fine, I'll keep you company, give you all you can handle. But don't get addicted, because you only get one chance."
Gu Qingfeng took a single step and was instantly there, grabbing Huo Dong, who was trying to flee, from mid-air and yanking him down. "And you only have one life!"
As his words fell, his hand rose and fell. Huo Dong died on the spot.
Kill!
Continue killing.
It wasn't over. It wouldn't be over.
*Bang!* Chang Tianrui died!
*Bang!* Xu Jintong died!
*Bang!* Bai Hanfei died!
Here, a fierce wind howled, whipping up clouds of dust. Gu Qingfeng, clad in white robes, strolled leisurely through the ruins, trailing afterimages behind him. His three thousand jet-black locks of hair danced wildly across his cold, stern face. His expression was indifferent, his eyes sharp and ruthless, utterly merciless and resolute. With each step, he traversed vast distances in an instant. When he raised his hand, his five fingers spread like a hand that could blot out the sky and dominate the heavens. His hand rose and fell, and another person died on the spot.
A figure in white, trailing afterimages.
Three thousand black locks dancing in the wind.
Slaughter erupts in the Yunxia ruins.
Hands rise, palms fall, flesh and blood fly.
Kill!
Continue killing!
*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*
The Thirty-Six Huage Young Masters died one after another.
His movements were slow, so slow that everyone could see them clearly.
His movements were also light, so light it seemed he used no force at all, yet the person was already dead.
Dead.
In less than a few breaths, dozens had died—either Little Hidden Dragons or Huage Young Masters. In the sky, Ma Zhengtian, Tu Gao, and others were fleeing desperately.
Once the arrow leaves the bow, it does not return.
When Gu Qingfeng didn't kill, he didn't kill. But once his killing intent arose, he would leave none alive.
"Those who kill shall be killed."
"If you're wrong, admit it. If you're beaten, stand straight!"
"Wrong and won't admit it, beaten and try to run? You deserve death! Get down here!"
Gu Qingfeng waved his hand and struck out into the void. This palm contained no spiritual energy, relying purely on raw physical force to instantly detonate all the spiritual energy within a ten-thousand-meter radius in the sky!
With a deafening *boom*, Ma Zhengtian, Tu Gao, and the others, who were fleeing, grunted in pain, blood spurting from their mouths and noses as they crashed to the ground.
Tu Gao, forcing down the terror in his heart, had just scrambled to his feet when a figure appeared before him.
White robes, three thousand black locks, a cold face, merciless eyes.
The moment Tu Gao saw Gu Qingfeng, he collapsed to the ground in terror. He was afraid, afraid to his very bones, his mind shattered, his spirit broken, his soul trembling uncontrollably. Kneeling on the ground, he kowtowed and begged for mercy. "I... I was wrong! I know I was wrong! I'll never dare again! Please, spare me this once! I beg you! I beg you..."
"Spare you? That's the Buddha Lord's business. Unfortunately, I am not the Buddha Lord!"
As his words fell, with a *bang*, Tu Gao died.
Not far away, Ma Zhengtian, who had been blasted down from the sky, witnessed Tu Gao's death with his own eyes. His body trembled uncontrollably, so terrified he wet himself. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey. He couldn't even stand up, couldn't even breathe properly. He tried to speak, but the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched incessantly, and not a single word came out.