Kill!
Slaughter without end.
No one knew how many had died.
Because there were no corpses.
Those who were killed either had their bodies pulverized into dust or turned to dust and smoke.
At Xiao Zhe Manor, the Nine Ultimate Solitaries, the Eighteen Swords, and the Twenty-Four Young Heroes of Wuse Mountain just watched, trembling as they watched, watching in fear. At this moment, they finally realized how powerful, how terrifying Gu Qingfeng's existence was. They also finally realized how foolish their actions had been to confront this man at Wuse Mountain. They understood even more clearly that the reason they were still alive now was because this man allowed them to live. If not, with his strength, everyone at Wuse Mountain would likely have turned to dust and smoke.
Boom! Rumble!
Crack!—Thunder roared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered, and at some unknown time, a torrential downpour began. The sky also fell into darkness at some unknown time.
The slaughter still had not ceased.
The Void continued to shatter.
People continued turning to dust and smoke.
In the distance.
An Ran stood in the air, just standing there, watching, afraid. Even though she was hiding thousands of meters away, she could still feel the terror of the Void shattering, shaking her heart and mind, making her Nascent Soul unable to coalesce.
Earlier, Wan Huaiyu had said that if this person was truly Young Lord Chiyan, then none of the people from the major sects today would survive!
An Ran had thought Wan Huaiyu was exaggerating.
Now she knew Wan Huaiyu hadn't exaggerated in the slightest.
Once this man made a move, he truly embarked on a great slaughter, leaving none alive!
Heavens!
What to do?
An Ran had never experienced such a scene before and had no idea what to do. Watching the people of the Immortal Office die one after another, she had the heart to lend a hand, but she simply didn't have the courage.
"He really is Young Lord Chiyan!
He really is!"
Wan Huaiyu closed his eyes, his face somewhat pale, his voice trembling slightly as he murmured, "Three years ago at the Fengyun Branch Hall, I saw with my own eyes his unbreakable Bedrock Physique, and I witnessed with my own eyes his absolute power that shatters the Void. It's him!
It must be, no mistake, it can't be wrong...
He really didn't die."
"Bedrock Physique, absolute power, turning to dust and smoke yet still reviving from death."
Qin Hao also drew a deep breath, his throat choked as he said, "Truly an unprecedented wonder!"
"What to do...
What should I do?
The people of the Immortal Office are almost...
almost all killed by him...
I..." After all, An Ran was the Grand Steward of the Immortal Office. Although she belonged to a different faction from Li Fu and the others, she couldn't bear to watch the people of the Immortal Office die one after another, nor could she do nothing.
"Don't move, don't look, and don't interfere. Don't even have the thought of taking action," Wan Huaiyu murmured. "When he acts, there is neither killing intent nor emotion. Such slaughter in Silent Stillness can only mean one thing: he doesn't care, he doesn't mind. Our lives are no different from ants in his eyes. He will have no reservations, no mercy whatsoever."
"Never, ever use your self-important status or background to challenge his Silent Stillness slaughter here. It's useless...
Never..."
At Xiao Zhe Manor.
Ouyang Ye lay paralyzed on the ground, staring blankly at Gu Qingfeng here, somewhat entranced, seeming excited, seeming thrilled, seeming infatuated, also seeming unable to distinguish between reality and a dream.
She couldn't forget Gu Qingfeng.
She couldn't forget the Gu Qingfeng from three years ago who, when he laughed and joked, seemed exactly like a good-for-nothing second-generation heir.
She couldn't forget even more the Gu Qingfeng from three years ago who, when quiet and serious, seemed exactly like a god—aloof, overbearing, looking down upon the world.
Ever since she saw Gu Qingfeng turn to dust and smoke at the Taixuan Stele three years ago with her own eyes, she had always thought she would never see that man who was both like a second-generation heir and like a god again.
Until now.
She finally saw him again.
Only, she didn't know if all this was real or if she was in a dream.
If it was a dream.
She hoped this dream would never, ever end.
Kill!
Kill without end!
They were afraid!
The people of the major sects finally knew fear. They finally realized that Gu Qingfeng's strength could not be overcome with numbers, nor could it be erased with endless immortal arts.
They were afraid.
They all wanted to run.
However, that was just what they wanted. Without Gu Qingfeng's nod, no one could leave today!
"You refuse to take the road to heaven, yet insist on barging through the gates of hell. Since the gates of hell are already open, then none of you will leave today!"
Boom! Rumble—Crack!
The sky instantly plunged into darkness.
Scarlet Firmament thunder exploded!
Fierce winds rose wildly, dark clouds blotted out the sky.
Dusk arrived, darkness descended!
In mid-air.
Gu Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders, his body suddenly trembling as he shouted sharply, "All of you, stay right here!"
Crack!
The Void shattered, splitting open a long, narrow fissure!
That was a real shattering of the Void, like a crack appearing on glass, or like a giant dragon spreading out, with fissures condensing and extending one after another!
With a deafening boom!
Ten thousand meters of Void completely shattered!
Whoosh!
Those who wanted to escape—whether flashing away, riding the wind, using blood escape, or employing divine abilities—were all shaken out at this moment, falling to the ground one after another like dumplings dropping into a pot. Some were instantly shaken into dust and smoke on the spot, others were shaken until their flesh and blood flew everywhere, severed limbs and broken arms scattered all over. It didn't matter if they were leading figures among the younger generation of the Great Northwest, or old monsters who had cultivated for thousands of years, or reincarnated great powers—no one was an exception.
No matter what your destiny.
Or what your cultivation level.
It was useless!
If he tells you to roll out, you roll out!
Afraid!
Utterly afraid!
After being shaken out, some, unwilling to accept it, continued to flee. Among them was Murong Tian, the foremost of the Twenty-Four Pride Immortals.
He was shaken into a wretched state, disheveled and grimy. Although his injuries weren't severe, he had long been scared into absolute terror. As soon as he got up, he felt a weight on his head. Looking up, he was shocked to see a hand that had somehow landed on top of his head.
It was a clean hand.
With sleeves rolled up.
It belonged to a man in white.
Black hair, white clothes, a cold, stern face, eyes of Silent Stillness—who else could it be but Gu Qingfeng.
When Murong Tian saw Gu Qingfeng, he was so frightened he immediately collapsed to the ground!
He instantly summoned four layers of immortal guardianship!
Then unleashed his Dao-heart Nascent Soul!
Immediately after, the colors of the Great Nature Spirit enveloped his body.
Gu Qingfeng didn't even look, pressing down on Murong Tian's head, his five fingers exerting force. With a bang, the four layers of immortal guardianship, the Dao-heart Nascent Soul, and the eighty-one layers of Great Nature Spirit Colors instantly dispersed and vanished. Murong Tian's physical body was also shaken until his skin split and flesh tore.
"Ah!
My grandfather is the Estate Master of the Immortal Office!
If you dare touch me, my grandfather will definitely..." Before he could finish, Murong Tian's legs were shaken into flying flesh and blood!
"Save me...
Grand Steward Li, Elder Zhuo...
Save me!"
Gu Qingfeng kicked out. As Murong Tian flew sideways, his arms were also shattered. He landed on the ground, right next to the utterly wretched Li Fu, Elder Zhuo, and their group.