One move!
Just one move!
No!
To be precise, it wasn't even a move at all. He merely reached out and pulled, as if snapping a twig. There was no Fortune, no imposing aura, not even a trace of spiritual power. He just yanked Lian Hao's arm off. Then he raised his hand and pressed down, like pushing a ball, forcing Lian Hao to kneel on the ground, shattering both his legs.
It was over in a single encounter.
In the blink of an eye, Lian Hao—the so-called Destined Talent, the Heavenly Genius born of fate, possessing ultimate frost Fortune and the ability to annihilate Earth Immortals—was crippled. He didn't even get a chance to make a move.
Just who was this man in white?
He clearly had no cultivation, no Fortune. So why could a single word from him reduce a body-snatcher Earth Immortal like Flying Ghost to dust? And why could a single slap cripple a Destined Talent like Lian Hao?
Could it be that his seemingly frail and weak body possessed some inconceivable power?
A treasure body?
An Immortal-Demon body?
A sovereign body?
Or a sage body?
No!
None of those!
It was just a very ordinary flesh-and-blood body.
Everyone present was certain of this. Yet no one understood why such a frail, weak flesh-and-blood body could possess such terrifying, horrifying power!
It all happened too fast, so fast that no one could react. Perhaps it was Lian Hao's piercing, miserable screams that finally snapped Tan Tong back to reality. Staring at the bloody, mangled Lian Hao kneeling on the ground, Tan Tong's eyes turned crimson. Disregarding the fear in his heart, he raised his crescent-moon blade and charged straight at Gu Qingfeng.
"How dare you harm my Hao'er! Prepare to die!!"
Tan Tong brandished his crescent-moon blade, unleashing the Heaven-Splitting Slash from the Unforgiving Nine Slashes technique. However, when he executed this Heaven-Splitting Slash, the blood-fiery dragon-elephant aura entwined around his body neither roared nor bellowed. Even more unbelievably, as Tan Tong swung his blade down towards Gu Qingfeng's head, he suddenly froze mid-air—truly frozen, as if time had stopped, motionless.
"Tan Tong, you've really grown some nerve, daring to wave blades and spears in front of me. Kneel down and await your death!"
Without even looking, Gu Qingfeng raised his foot and kicked out. The kick landed squarely on Tan Tong's chest. With that single kick, Tan Tong's skin split, his bones shattered, and blood poured from his seven orifices. With a *thud*, he crashed to his knees.
"You!
You!
You!
And you!
All of you, kneel!"
Gu Qingfeng's sharp shout echoed. The remaining dozen or so Chixiao people from the Mingyu Branch didn't even have time to grunt. They were instantly shaken, their faces turning deathly pale, blood streaming from their seven orifices as they knelt on the spot.
Witnessing this scene, the Fortune-bearing Heavenly Geniuses like Shang Gong and Zhong Xing from the Mingyu Branch, along with the thirty-four Earth Immortals, dared not stay a moment longer. They were about to flee when Gu Qingfeng's voice suddenly rang out.
"You came here with such swagger; how could I let you leave in disgrace? Not a single one of you leaves. All of you must die!"
Gu Qingfeng waved his hand. *Crack!* Space itself seemed to shatter, accompanied by a series of crisp, popping sounds. Over twenty Fortune-bearing Heavenly Geniuses and thirty-four Earth Immortals had their physical bodies pulverized into dust, their Nascent Soul Dharma Aspects scattered and vanished, their very souls obliterated into nothingness.
Dead!
Wiped out!
In less than a few breaths, nearly a hundred people from the Mingyu Branch who had come here were completely annihilated. Over a dozen Chixiao people knelt, bleeding from their seven orifices. The Destined Talent Lian Hao was crippled. The rest were all dead.
Inside the grand hall, the hundred or so people from the Mountain-River Branch were all terrified, their faces drained of color. They stood frozen, not daring to move, not daring to breathe, not daring to flee, not even daring to look. They just stood there, trembling and shaking.
Elder Fengxu, Grand Elder Luo Yi, and the others were also pale-faced, holding their crescent-moon blades, standing dumbfounded, their eyes wide with extreme tension. Even Liu Yue was staring in horror as if she had seen a ghost.
Only now did she finally understand why this man dared to barge into Fengxu Mountain alone, and why he had remained so calm and composed during the confrontation between the Mountain-River and Mingyu Branches. Initially, she thought he was just putting on an act. Now she knew it wasn't an act at all. He was truly fearless, truly unafraid. How could someone with such earth-shattering, horrifying strength possibly be scared?
How could he possibly feel fear?
But...
Just what kind of existence was his physical body? Why was it so formidable?
And why was he impersonating Lord Chixiao?
Amidst her panic, Liu Yue's heart was also filled with endless astonishment and confusion.
Suddenly!
*Whoosh!*
Lian Hao, whose legs were crippled as he knelt on the ground, had ice coalescing around his body once more. A chilling light erupted, and a heart of ice condensed and manifested. This ice heart seemed like the very source of frost. The moment it appeared, everyone could feel its ultimate power. It was none other than Lian Hao's Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect.
It was said that when Lian Hao manifested his Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect, the surroundings would transform into a world of ice, impossible to withstand. Even Earth Immortals would freeze to death.
"I am a Heavenly Genius born of destiny! What can you possibly do to me..." Lian Hao's furious voice rang out. The surroundings instantly began to transform into a world of ice, an ultimate frost power surging forth like a violent storm. However, before his words even finished, before the icy world could fully form, it had already dissipated. Everyone looked over, not knowing when Gu Qingfeng had made his move. At that moment, Lian Hao's Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect was held in his palm.
"It's nothing more than the Fortune of natural frost. Hardly something to call 'destined.' I've seen those truly born of destiny. Unfortunately, you are not one. And you never will have the chance to be."
As Gu Qingfeng's words fell, his five fingers clenched. *Bang!* The ice heart shattered, and Lian Hao's Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect was obliterated along with it.
Dead.
Lian Hao, the so-called Destined Talent, the Heavenly Genius whom even Earth Immortal-level Chixiao people were no match for, was just like that. Dead. Wiped out.
After killing Lian Hao, Gu Qingfeng clapped his hands, brushing off the lingering aura on them. He sat back in his chair and loosened his collar. Beside him, Fei Kui respectfully offered a cup of fine wine. He took it, raised his head, and drained it in one gulp. After downing three cups in a row, perhaps tired, perhaps weary, or perhaps affected in mood, he sighed, closed his eyes, and pressed his fingers to his forehead.
Opposite him, Tan Tong and the other dozen or so Chixiao people from the Mingyu Branch knelt on the ground, covered in blood. They weren't dead, and their cultivation was still intact. But none dared to make another move. They didn't even dare to raise their heads. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably. The blood-fiery dragon-elephant aura still coiled around them, but from beginning to end, it remained utterly docile—docile and reverent, as if in the presence of its master, yet also excited and thrilled as if seeing a beloved relative.
Yes.
Docile and reverent.
Excited and thrilled.
The blood-fiery dragon-elephant and the Chixiao people were inseparable. They could all feel the peculiar reaction of the blood-fiery dragon-elephant aura in the presence of Gu Qingfeng.
Not only could Tan Tong feel it clearly, but Elder Fengxu, Grand Elder Luo Yi, Heng San—every Chixiao person present could feel it, including Liu Yue. Because within her body also flowed a blood-fiery dragon-elephant aura, passed down to her by her grandfather.