No one knew exactly how many people had charged into the Five-Color Transformation Array, but one thing was certain: they were all after the Mystic Tortoise in Gu Qingfeng's possession, the one that could render a physical body indestructible. They rushed in desperately, one after another, fearing that if they were even a step late, someone else would seize the opportunity.
In their minds, the Five-Color Transformation Array was so formidable that even if the Chiyan Young Lord's physical body was incredibly tough, it could never withstand the Great Natural Storm stirred up by the interplay of the five phases.
However.
When they all charged in, they realized they were wrong—terribly, terribly wrong.
Within the Five-Color Transformation Array, a world of its own existed. The Great Natural Storm raged wildly, like an apocalyptic cataclysm.
Yet, the Chiyan Young Lord still stood there, his robes undisturbed, his hair unruffled, his expression calm as he played the guqin with both hands.
Could not withstand it?
This was far from 'could not withstand it.'
He wasn't affected in the slightest!
It felt as if the one enveloped by the Five-Color Transformation Array wasn't him, but someone else.
How could this be?
No one knew.
No one understood.
The Nine Solitude Elders of Wuse Mountain, the Eighteen Swords, and the Twenty-Four Junior Knights were all at their array positions, using the power of the five-color formation to besiege Gu Qingfeng.
Alas, it was utterly useless.
No matter how profound the five-color formation was, no matter how frenzied the Great Natural Storm, no matter how powerful the force, it couldn't shake him—not even a hair's breadth.
Witnessing this scene.
Young Master Chanchu's eyes blazed with boundless killing intent. After a moment's thought, he was the first to unleash his Immortal Art. Immediately after, Wuhen, Wei Chaoqun, Li Qianhua, and the other geniuses also unleashed their Immortal Arts. Then, without hesitation, old-timers like Granny Qinghua and the Black Wind Twin Fiends also unleashed their Immortal Arts, intending to join forces and obliterate Gu Qingfeng.
Various Immortal Arts assaulted Gu Qingfeng from all directions amidst the Great Natural Storm.
Yet!
It didn't work!
It was still useless.
When an Immortal Art touched Gu Qingfeng's physical body, it vanished without a trace, like clay oxen entering the sea, or like a bubble touching a stone, instantly dispersing.
One was like this, ten were like this, a hundred were all like this.
"Since none of you know the difference between life and death, today, this lord will teach you what death is, and what life is!"
Gu Qingfeng picked up his wine cup, drained it in one gulp, and roared sharply: "All of you, get the hell back and wait for death!"
As the word 'death' fell, it exploded like a thousand-jun thunderclap.
Boom!
The profoundly intricate Five-Color Transformation Array instantly shattered and vanished. The old-timers from the various sects didn't even have time to grunt before they were blasted apart on the spot, flesh and blood flying. Wuhen, Wei Chaoqun, Li Qianhua, and the other geniuses were also blasted, missing arms and legs. Even the reincarnated great power, Young Master Chanchu, was blasted until all seven orifices bled, lying on the ground in a wretched state.
One roar of power!
Just one roar of power, like a thousand-jun thunderclap, not only shattered and dispersed the Five-Color Transformation Array but also left the geniuses of the great northwest and those old-timers who had cultivated for thousands of years dead, crippled, maimed, or injured...
Looking around, of the hundred or so people who had charged into the array earlier, not a single one was standing intact.
No!
There were some standing.
They were the people of Wuse Mountain.
Whether it was Kuyu and the other Nine Solitude Elders, Liu Qingyan and the other Eighteen Swords, or Qingxi and the other Twenty-Four Junior Knights, they were all standing. Apart from their faces being deathly pale, they didn't seem to have suffered serious injuries.
But they were only standing.
Staring at the severed limbs and scattered flesh on the ground, Liu Qingyan, Qingxi, and the other Wuse Mountain people all widened their eyes, their faces pale with fright. Even Kuyu, the sect head of Wuse Mountain who had cultivated for many years, couldn't help but suck in a cold breath at this moment, filled with terror.
At this moment, they all knew that the reason they could still stand was because this man had shown mercy. If not...
Wuse Mountain would definitely be in grave peril this time.
But why!
Why did he do this?
No one knew.
No one understood.
Meanwhile, the others in the area had long been frightened by this scene, some fleeing, some scrambling away. The timid ones were paralyzed on the ground, unable to stand up. Gazing at the severed limbs and scattered flesh on the ground, at those geniuses missing arms and legs wailing in agony, everyone in the area trembled with fear.
"Back in the swamp, I considered your cultivation hard-earned and didn't make things difficult for you."
At this moment.
Gu Qingfeng wasn't playing the guqin. With his hands behind his back, he looked at the Black Wind Twin Fiends, who were paralyzed and wailing in pain, and said softly and lightly: "It seems I was wrong. I overestimated the state of your minds and underestimated your greed. If not for that, the matter of the Mystic Tortoise wouldn't have become known to everyone."
"We were wrong...
We were wrong...
We beg the Chiyan Young Lord...
For mercy..." "We hope...
We hope the Chiyan Young Lord won't hold a grudge against lesser men...
Spare us..." The Black Wind Twin Fiends weren't dead, but they weren't far from it. The Nascent Souls they had painstakingly cultivated for thousands of years had been blasted into smoke and vanished. One had his arms shattered, the other his legs shattered. Now, suppressing the fear in their hearts and the pain in their bodies, they kowtowed on the ground, begging for mercy.
"Sparing you is the Buddha's business. However, I've never believed in Buddha."
Gu Qingfeng snorted coldly, his voice turning icy: "Get the hell back to where you came from!"
With that, he raised his hand and flicked it. No radiance bloomed, no spiritual power surged. Yet, the bodies of the Black Wind Twin Fiends crackled and popped, instantly turning to ash and dust, merging into the Great Natural Order. Just as Gu Qingfeng had said, they returned to where they came from.
"And you!
If you don't want to live, then die!"
Gu Qingfeng pointed a finger. The person he pointed at was Granny Qinghua of the Hunyuan Sect. A series of crisp cracking sounds echoed, and Granny Qinghua didn't even have time to grunt before her physical body was utterly destroyed, turning to dust and merging into the Great Natural Order.
What kind of technique was this?
Again, no one knew.
It only felt eerie.
No!
Not just eerie, but bone-chillingly terrifying.
At this moment, one person gradually climbed up from the ground. It was none other than Young Master Chanchu.
Now.
He was no longer the elegant, jade-like noble young master he had been before. Instead, he was disheveled, with all seven orifices bleeding, as wretched as could be. He seemed afraid, and he finally understood why Elder Jin, another reincarnated person, had been so terrified upon seeing Gu Qingfeng. Yes, he knew now, but it was too late.
As he stood up, intending to flee, a figure suddenly flashed before him.
Snow-white robes.
A cold, handsome face with tranquil eyes.
An indifferent expression.
It was none other than the Chiyan Young Lord, Gu Qingfeng.
Young Master Chanchu was greatly alarmed. Swish! Radiance flashed around him as he tried to flash away and escape.
His speed was fast, but Gu Qingfeng's was faster. The moment he activated his Nascent Soul, Gu Qingfeng's hand was already gripping the top of his head.
Bang!
With one slap, Young Master Chanchu's Nascent Soul was instantly blasted into nothingness.
As Gu Qingfeng's five fingers exerted force, a series of crisp cracking sounds echoed. All of Young Master Chanchu's accumulated attainments vanished without a trace, and even his legs were blasted apart, flesh and blood flying.
Now, covered in blood, Young Master Chanchu mustered all his strength and spat out word by word: "I am...
a...
re...
in...
carnated...
person!
How dare you..." Before he could finish, he was already dead.
Gu Qingfeng responded to his words with a slap. Under heaven, among all living beings, whether Immortal or demon, there were only those he wanted to kill or not. There had never been those he dared or dared not to kill. Let alone a mere small-time reincarnated person; even if a God descended from the heavens, if he wanted to kill them, he would do so without hesitation.