If there had been any lingering doubts about Gu Qingfeng's strength before, then at this moment, the last shred of suspicion vanished along with the dissipation of Feng Lie Old Monster's Tyrant Tiger Art.
This person, this white-clad youth, truly was as the rumors said—possessing both an unbreakable Bedrock Physique and an unstoppable Absolute Force.
Although everyone present had already mentally prepared themselves, witnessing it with their own eyes still left them shocked and incredulous.
After all, that Tyrant Tiger Art was a martial art cultivated by Feng Lie Old Monster over thousands of years, unleashed with over a thousand waves of power. Yet now, it had been casually dispersed with a mere wave of the hand. Forget the Hei Feng Twin Fiends being unable to do such a thing; even Immortal Official An Ran, or even the black-robed reincarnated woman, could not accomplish it.
"You... how... how is this possible..." If anyone was most shocked, it was Feng Lie Old Monster. Pointing at Gu Qingfeng opposite him, his aged face was filled with terror, his eyes brimming with disbelief.
Gu Qingfeng glanced at the little turtle still biting his finger, then took a swig from his wine jug. Raising his eyes to look at Feng Lie Old Monster, he smiled faintly. "Nothing is impossible. I know your skills don't end there. Come on, continue. Let me see how much you've grown over the years."
When experts face off, a single move can reveal the other's depth.
Feng Lie Old Monster might not know Gu Qingfeng's depth, but he knew his own limits. His earlier Tyrant Tiger Art might not have been at full power, but if he couldn't even budge a single hair on his opponent now, what difference would going all out make?
"Weren't you once a madman who fought without regard for your life? How have you become so cowardly now?"
Gu Qingfeng drank his wine, a teasing smile on his face. "In my opinion, you'd be better off called 'Lie the Coward'."
"Brat!"
Feng Lie Old Monster was enraged. With a whoosh, he leapt into the air, roaring, "You go too far! I don't believe you're really this monstrous!"
Feng Lie Old Monster was angry, utterly furious!
He madly circulated the Nascent Soul within his dantian, unleashing the power of his eighty-one-fold Nascent Soul, causing the surrounding evil auras to tremble and crackle.
Boom!
Another martial art, containing over seven hundred Profound Mysteries!
Boom!
One move after another, each a fierce martial art of ultimate yang and unyielding ferocity, either containing the might of hundreds of Profound Mysteries or a thousand waves of Profound Mysteries.
Unfortunately!
It was useless!
The white-clad man simply sat on the stone, letting the little turtle gnaw on his finger, his right hand holding the wine jug as he drank. As powerful martial arts surged toward him, he didn't even lift his head or glance at them. With a casual wave of his hand, all the martial arts dissipated into nothingness in an instant.
One was.
Two were.
Ten were.
All sixty-six were.
When martial arts failed!
Feng Lie Old Monster summoned his Magical Treasures. Unfortunately, the result was even more pathetic. Powerful treasures were sent flying at Gu Qingfeng, only for him to wave his hand, causing the treasures to instantly dim and lose their luster.
One breath, two breaths... over a dozen breaths passed.
Feng Lie Old Monster had unleashed a total of ninety-two different martial arts and summoned six Magical Treasures. He had used every trick up his sleeve. His originally robust Nascent Soul was now depleted.
He stood on the ground, his face deathly pale, breathing heavily, looking utterly defeated and terrified. His mouth hung open as if he wanted to say something, but not a single word came out. His eyes were wide, as if he had seen a ghost.
Gu Qingfeng looked at him, shook his head slightly, and sighed. It wasn't disappointment, just a touch of a sigh. He said softly, "Feng Lie, you've grown old... truly old... After all this time, how are you still like this? A few hundred years isn't exactly long, but it's certainly not short either. Over all these years, aside from your Nascent Soul becoming a bit more robust and your martial arts a bit more refined, you don't seem to have changed much..." Perhaps tired from sitting, he stood up, stretched, and cracked his neck. "Your Nascent Soul is robust enough, right? You reached the Great Perfection of eighty-one folds long ago, didn't you? Why don't you dare to break through and take form? What's the matter? Afraid of failing the transformation?"
"You..." Perhaps because Gu Qingfeng had exposed the secret deep in his heart, Feng Lie Old Monster was stunned.
Indeed.
Logically, after reaching the Great Perfection of eighty-one-fold Nascent Soul, one could attempt to take form.
However, many didn't dare to take that step.
Because they were afraid.
Afraid of failing the transformation.
Feng Lie Old Monster was one. The Hei Feng Twin Fiends were. Granny Qinghua was. In the Great Northwest borderlands, there were countless Dao Venerables like them with Great Perfection Nascent Souls.
"Others being afraid is one thing, but what are you afraid of?"
Gu Qingfeng pointed at the Hei Feng Twin Fiends. "These two follow the path of Evil Cultivator, having refined evil spiritual auras for years. Their Nascent Souls are more turbid than this swamp. They don't dare to transform because they would definitely fail. But you haven't refined evil auras; your Nascent Soul is pure and refined. Why don't you dare?"
If anyone else had dared to so blatantly expose their scars in front of the Hei Feng Twin Fiends, the two would have angrily attacked. But facing Gu Qingfeng now, neither had the courage. Even the words on the tips of their tongues were forcibly swallowed back.
"Even if you don't dare to transform, why are you still cultivating those inferior martial arts? Since you've cultivated a Nascent Soul, shouldn't you at least try to comprehend a Supernatural Ability? Your martial arts attainment is decent, and your Comprehension is passable, right? Casually comprehending a martial Supernatural Ability shouldn't be too difficult, should it? You're not young anymore, still playing with Tyrant Tiger Art? That's something three-year-olds play with. Aren't you bored?"
Gu Qingfeng's words were nothing if not audacious.
At least, in the eyes of the Hei Feng Twin Fiends and others, this wasn't just boasting—it was outright boasting!
Cultivating a Nascent Soul did indeed allow one to comprehend Supernatural Abilities.
But it wasn't as simple as just saying it. Across the entire Great Northwest, how many could truly comprehend a Supernatural Ability?
And casually comprehend a martial Supernatural Ability?
Was that something casual?
If one's martial arts attainment hadn't reached a transcendent level, they wouldn't even find the door to Supernatural Abilities.
And calling Tyrant Tiger Art something three-year-olds play with?
Who didn't know the power of Tyrant Tiger Art? In terms of sheer ferocity, it was definitely among the best. Yet in his mouth, it had become a child's toy.
Was this sarcasm?
No!
This was humiliation!
Bare-faced humiliation!
Clearly, Feng Lie Old Monster also heard the humiliation. He trembled with rage, his face ashen, gritting out word by word, "You... you... dare... to humiliation... humiliation me..."
"That's right."
Gu Qingfeng took a sip of his Little Tipple, nodding very seriously with a smile. "I am indeed humiliation you. What are you going to do about it?"
"You... you! ... you!"
Feng Lie Old Monster was burning with fury, his eyes even turning crimson. He roared furiously, "I'll fight you to the death!"
"Fight what fight? Your Nascent Soul is almost depleted. What are you going to fight me with? Do you even have the qualification? Just rest."
Gu Qingfeng flicked his finger. A flash of light erupted. Before anyone knew what was happening, Feng Lie Old Monster's body crackled with a series of crisp sounds, followed by a thud as he collapsed to the ground.