One kick!
Just one kick.
And it was a kick without any spiritual power, any supernatural ability, or any profound creation.
Peng Jia, the noble son who possessed one hundred and sixty-eight layers of Great Nature Transcendent Creation, who possessed the eighty-one transformations of the Great Sun Bright Dharma Form, the so-called uniquely blessed second-generation immortal, was just crippled like that.
Looking at Peng Jia on the ground, who was no longer human in shape, only breathing out but not breathing in, the dozen or so immortal officials had long been paralyzed on the floor, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Yue Jinghong was so scared he lost control of his bowels.
They were like this.
Everyone in the entire venue was no exception, all frightened out of their wits by this sudden, cruel, and terrifying scene.
Not to mention them, even Wei Lao, the ancient Earth Immortal who had cultivated for thousands of years, now felt his scalp go numb and the world spin around him. He lay on the ground, head lowered, cold sweat pouring from his entire body. Despite his desperate attempts to suppress it, his physical body couldn't help but tremble.
"Alright, that's enough for today. Everyone just treat it as watching a show, have some fun and be merry. If anyone from the Immortal Court asks later, just tell them it was this master who did it. If anyone's dissatisfied, they're welcome to come find this master at the mountain villa."
Gu Qingfeng turned and left, his voice continuing to drift over, "This master, whose name remains unchanged whether standing or sitting, surname Gu, given name Tianlang, Daoist title Chixiao. In the ancient era, thanks to everyone's esteem, I was given the nickname Monarch Chixiao. Tell the world that Gu Tianlang, who disappeared for three hundred years, has returned today."
As his voice faded.
Gu Qingfeng's figure had already left the venue.
For a long time afterward.
The hundreds of people paralyzed on the floor of the venue still dared not move, dared not speak, dared not breathe.
The scene of Gu Qingfeng kicking Peng Jia into a cripple with one foot kept flashing in their minds, unable to be dispelled, unable to fade, swirling endlessly like a nightmare.
Peng Jia was both a direct disciple of the Nandou Sect and a noble son of the Immortal Court. His status and background were extremely noble, so noble that ordinary people could only look up to him, so noble that others couldn't hope to match him.
Under normal circumstances, not to mention fighting him, even being his enemy was a terrifying thing.
Perhaps someone dared to fight him.
Wei Lao dared, but he only dared to fight. He absolutely would not dare to injure him, even with the backing of a mysterious big shot like Sister Hong.
Tang Manqing might dare to injure Peng Jia, but only injure, nothing more.
As for crippling Peng Jia, she absolutely would not dare. Don't look at her being a princess-royal of the Yanluo Kingdom and a cloud-nobility enfeoffed by the Immortal Court; she still wouldn't dare to cripple Peng Jia because she knew the consequences of crippling him would be terrifying.
First, she would have to face the Nandou Sect, one of the seven great sects of the Yanluo Kingdom.
Besides that, the Yanluo Immortal Prefecture would definitely not let the matter rest.
Now, not only had this person crippled Peng Jia, but he had crippled him thoroughly. Moreover, after crippling Peng Jia, he had issued a fierce statement, actually saying that if anyone was dissatisfied, they could come find him at the mountain villa?
What kind of person.
Would have such great courage?
What kind of strength?
Would dare to be so confident as to fear neither the Nandou Sect nor the Yanluo Immortal Prefecture?
Could it be...
He really was that earth-shattering Monarch Chixiao from the ancient era?
Was that possible?
She didn't know.
With so many Monarch Chixiaos in the world, who knew which one was real and which was fake?
About half an hour later, those paralyzed people in the venue gradually began to recover. Even so, no one dared to speak, nor dared to stay and watch the spectacle, afraid of inviting disaster upon themselves. That master who called himself Monarch Chixiao dared to cripple even a big shot like Peng Jia; they certainly didn't dare to offend him. Soon, the hundreds of people in the venue all fled.
Pavilion VIP lounge.
Tang Manqing stared blankly, somewhat dazed.
What had happened today was too unbelievable, too hair-raising, making it hard for her to accept for a moment.
Indeed.
Thinking about it carefully, this matter had been strange from the very beginning.
She never could have imagined that the person she had unintentionally saved was actually Gu Qingfeng, who had killed dozens of noble sons in the Great Northwest nine years ago.
At first.
She thought this Gu Qingfeng, like many others, had his cultivation skyrocket due to the descent of the Heavenly Mandate, lost control, suffered a Qi Deviation, and lost all his cultivation.
But she never could have imagined that this Gu Qingfeng, even without a shred of cultivation, possessed such terrifying strength.
Remembering the rumors she had heard about Young Master Chiyan, it was said he possessed an absolute force that could shatter anything, and an absolute body that nothing could shatter.
Tang Manqing didn't believe there was any such force in the world that could shatter anything, nor any such absolute body that nothing could shatter.
So, from the very beginning, she hadn't believed it.
But.
Now.
Having witnessed with her own eyes Gu Qingfeng kicking Peng Jia into a cripple with one foot, she was beginning to have doubts.
Could this person really possess the so-called absolute force from the legends?
And why did he present himself as the Monarch's successor in the Great Northwest, but now claim to be the Monarch himself?
What kind of person was he really?
Why did Su Lian announce his death nine years ago?
Was it intentional protection?
Or did she really think he was dead?
Tang Manqing had too many, too many countless doubts and curiosities in her heart.
"Manqing."
Suddenly.
A voice came, and in response appeared a woman.
The woman wore red robes; it was Lin Xiang'er.
Only, the Lin Xiang'er of this moment was no longer seductive, no longer charming. She had become very serious, her expression also somewhat panicked. She appeared in the VIP lounge and asked, "What kind of person is he really?"
"I..." Tang Manqing also very much wanted to know the answer to this question. She and Lin Xiang'er were good sisters, also confidantes, so she didn't hide anything, telling everything she knew.
After hearing the whole story, Lin Xiang'er also fell into deep thought. She couldn't figure out what Gu Qingfeng really was either. Was he really the Monarch's successor, or really the Monarch himself, or was he yet another unfathomably strong, mysterious and bizarre Chixiao imposter?
Lin Xiang'er wasn't a person with strong curiosity.
Nor did she have any special feelings toward Monarch Chixiao.
The reason she wanted to know Gu Qingfeng's identity so much was because when she was playing the tune earlier, Gu Qingfeng's presence gave her a very strong sense of déjà vu.
This situation had never occurred before.
She originally wanted to carefully probe him when night fell, but after this incident, she hesitated again, and didn't dare to probe anymore.
The reason was also very simple.
She was afraid too.
Although she possessed powerful creation and considered her strength quite good, and could also eliminate a noble son of the Immortal Court like Peng Jia, to say she could kick Peng Jia into a cripple without lifting a finger—she couldn't do it. Even less could she shatter everyone's heart-mind with a single mighty roar.
At that moment.
Wei Lao walked in.
His complexion was very poor, to be exact, very terrible, alternating between green and white. He looked at Lin Xiang'er, then at Tang Manqing, cupped his hands and said, "Princess, you should leave as soon as possible. Miss Xiang'er, you should leave quickly too."
"What's wrong?"
"That...
That person surnamed Gu has really settled down at the mountain villa. This person's strength is unfathomable, absolutely worthy of being called terrifying. Although this old man doesn't know exactly what kind of person he is, I can tell that this person kills without batting an eye. One could even say that human life is like grass in his eyes; he doesn't care about it at all. Such a person is extremely terrifying. The farther you stay away from him, the better."
It's New Year's Eve!
Another year.
So fast.
Unknowingly, damn it, I'm another year older.
If this keeps up, I'm afraid I won't even know what's happening before I'm seventy or eighty...
The key is, Old Nine still thinks he's a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man!
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Sigh.
Enough said...
Talking more just brings tears!
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Here, Old Nine wishes everyone a Happy New Year, may all your wishes come true.
Also hope everyone in the new year eats big chunks of meat, drinks from big bowls, earns more money, and picks up more girls...