Immortal Arts filled the sky, and killing intent flooded the heavens!
All sorts of martial techniques, spells, powers, and creations came rushing in from all directions like a frenzied tide.
Although Ziyang and the other Chixiao People were each ferociously powerful, shrouded in Bloodfiend Aura and guarded by Dragon-Elephant Spirits, they were ultimately few in number. Two fists could not fend off four hands, and the number of people attacking now was not merely four hands—it was countless, beyond reckoning.
Even if they formed the Great Treasure Dragon-Elephant Formation, they might be able to withstand one Immortal Art, two, or even a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand. But they absolutely could not withstand the endless, sky-filling torrent of Immortal Arts. Even if they could hold out for a moment, they could not last for long.
Sure enough.
When the sky-filling Immortal Arts descended, the Great Treasure Dragon-Elephant Formation formed by Ziyang and the other Chixiao People collapsed almost instantly. Without the formation, under the assault of the countless Immortal Arts, the Bloodfiend Aura of Ziyang and the others grew extremely weak, and the violent, ferocious Dragon-Elephant Spirits flickered in and out of visibility.
Enough ants can devour an elephant.
No matter how formidable a person's cultivation, they are ultimately just one person. Even the most powerful Nascent Soul will eventually be exhausted; even the most vast spiritual power will be drained; even the most ferocious mental will can be worn down.
Not to mention Ziyang and these Chixiao People—even an Immortal, faced with an endless, sky-filling torrent of Immortal Arts, would have no choice but to flee. Throughout history, many great and capable figures have perished under such overwhelming force.
Thus,
in less than a few breaths, the Nascent Souls of Ziyang and the other Chixiao People were already depleted, their spiritual power exhausted, their spirits weakened, their Bloodfiend Aura on the verge of collapse, and the Dragon-Elephant Spirits were no exception.
At that moment, a figure flashed into view, shielding Ziyang and the others behind him.
A robe of white fluttered sternly.
Three thousand strands of black hair danced wildly.
A cold, handsome face was severe and pitiless.
Deep, profound eyes were still and filled with lethal intent.
It was him!
Gu Qingfeng!
He stood in mid-air, hands clasped behind his back, like a solitary peak supporting heaven and earth, like a War God overlooking the world, aloof and icy.
The sky-filling Immortal Arts came crashing down upon him madly. He neither dodged nor evaded. The myriad Immortal Arts struck his body like mud oxen entering the sea, failing to stir even a single ripple. One was like this, two were like this, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand—the countless Immortal Arts that descended all struck his body and vanished.
Yes!
Vanished.
Not dispersed, but vanished.
Like a violent storm falling upon a boundless ocean—no matter how furious the tempest, upon entering the sea, it disappears. He did not move. From beginning to end, he did not budge.
What is 'unmoving as a mountain'? This is it.
What is 'the sea accepting all rivers'? This is it.
World-shaking?
Stupefying?
Unbelievable?
Inconceivable?
Blood-curdling?
Astonishing to the point of divinity?
They did not know!
Witnessing this scene, even the well-traveled, battle-hardened, blood-soaked twelve Chixiao People led by Ziyang were left with blank minds.
As for Lan Fei'er, Shui Yunruo, and the others in the garden of the Wind-Cloud Branch Hall, they had long since collapsed to the ground—terrified. This scene had drained the color from their faces, shattered their minds, made their souls tremble, and robbed them of the strength to stand.
Not to mention them, even Su Hua, gazing upon this scene at this very moment, found her peerlessly beautiful face deathly pale.
She did not know exactly how many people had made a move within the area. She only knew that every single one of the sky-filling Immortal Arts had struck Gu Qingfeng.
She could also see that Gu Qingfeng had not resisted, allowing all the Immortal Arts to land upon his body.
Those Immortal Arts had not vanished; they had been endured by his True Body. All of them. Everything.
Su Hua knew. She truly knew.
But she did not know what kind of True Body could withstand a sky full of Immortal Arts.
Post-Heaven Creation True Body?
Innate Treasure True Body?
Chaotic Heaven Great Dao True Body?
Bestowed by Immortals?
Bestowed by Heaven?
No!
None could!
And Gu Qingfeng's True Body was neither a Creation Body nor a Great Dao Body, nor was it bestowed by Immortals or Heaven. It was just a very ordinary True Body, ordinary to the point of being utterly common. Moreover, it was a True Body that had failed in core formation and was injured! How could it withstand such terrifying, endless Immortal Arts?
Su Hua had never seen it, nor had she ever heard of it.
"I said, those who make a move today will be shown no mercy!"
Gu Qingfeng moved. Bearing the sky-filling Immortal Arts, he took a step forward. As his foot landed, the Void trembled—CRACK!
A fissure split open. It was truly a fissure, a fissure in the fabric of the Void.
CRACK!
Another one!
Ten, a hundred—fissures exploded through the Void like coiling dragons, like countless cracks spider-webbing across glass!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The Twelve Royal Lords and Twenty-Four Virtuous Dao Venerables of the Nine-Hua Alliance, who were closest to Gu Qingfeng, were sent reeling, blood spurting from their mouths and noses, their skin membranes rupturing, their meridians severed.
"No—don't!"
The Twelve Royal Lords and others let out tearing, agonized screams!
"I also said, don't beg for my forgiveness after making a move. I won't grant it, nor do I care to, nor is there any need. Because your lives are worthless in my eyes, like weeds or ants. Die without a place for burial!"
Another step. As his foot landed, the Void exploded once more!
BOOM!
Li Feng, Bai Xuan, and the other Twelve Royal Lords and Twenty-Four Virtuous Dao Venerables were blasted apart—skin membranes split, meridians severed, limbs shattered, bodies pulverized. They died without a place for burial!
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
One Nascent Soul after another fled their bodies, seeking to escape!
"Since you've already made your move, why try to flee now?!
I told you not to hold onto any illusions, nor to think you could attack and then run. I have no habit of being beaten, and I certainly won't let tigers return to the mountains. If you can fight, you fight; if you can't, you run—since when is anything in this world so cheap?!"
As Gu Qingfeng raised his hand, he swept his arm in a palm strike, causing the Void to explode once more!
"Today, I won't just make you die without a burial place; I'll make you die without reincarnation, without a cycle of rebirth. All of you, be reduced to ashes and scattered smoke!"
BOOM!
CRACK!
The Nascent Souls of the Nine-Hua Alliance's Twelve Royal Lords and Twenty-Four Virtuous Dao Venerables were instantly blasted into dissipating smoke and scattered mist, truly reduced to ashes, dead without reincarnation.
"You!"
Hand rose, palm fell!
BANG!
One person died violently!
"And you!"
BANG!
Another one!
"All of you, die!"
At this moment,
the moon was dark, the wind high.
The sky was overcast with dark clouds, thunder rumbled, and lightning crackled incessantly!
The firmament trembled, the Void shattered!
The man in white, Gu Qingfeng, strode with the majesty of a dragon and the vigor of a tiger amidst the countless Immortal Arts.
When he raised his hand, his domineering aura shook the heavens, his single hand seeming to blot out the sky, causing dark clouds to gather and thunder to rumble!
When his foot landed, his vast, awe-inspiring power shook the earth, trampling the Void, causing the firmament to tremble repeatedly, shattering continuously!
A raised hand was slaughter!
A fallen foot was slaughter!
A fist was slaughter!
A palm was slaughter! An instant was slaughter, a breath was slaughter!
Every sound, every word, every syllable was slaughter!
The white robes were slaughter, the black hair was slaughter, the cold eyes were slaughter! His entire being, even the space between his breaths, was filled with a rolling, heaven-shaking killing intent!
One person, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand—those who had made a move died one after another without a place for burial, died one after another without reincarnation or rebirth.
Screams of agony filled the air, blood rained down, flesh and blood flew in all directions, Nascent Souls disintegrated, souls were extinguished, human lives were ended!
Slaughter!
Slaughter until the heavens darkened and the earth lost its light!
Slaughter until rivers of blood flowed!
Slaughter so shocking it moved heaven and earth, made ghosts and gods weep!