Qin Xuan Violently Beats Kunpeng!

At the same time, the other powerful figures also reacted and transformed into streaks of light, rushing into Zixiao Palace, their target also being those six prayer mats.

Opportunity was right before their eyes, and no one wanted to miss it!

However, the Three Pure Ones and Nüwa seemed to have divine assistance, occupying the first four prayer mats almost instantly.

Kunpeng, relying on his speed advantage, snatched the fifth one.

Qin Xuan's target was the last prayer mat. His speed was also extremely fast, but just as he was about to touch the prayer mat, Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi arrived almost simultaneously.

Qin Xuan's eyes narrowed. The Law of Strength within him was instantly mobilized. Without a second thought, he threw a punch towards Hongyun, who was blocking his way.

But just as his fist was about to hit, Zhen Yuanzi, next to Hongyun, flicked his horsetail whisk, and a scroll-like magic treasure flew out, instantly transforming into a thick, earthy-yellow light screen, protecting Hongyun within.

The Earth Book!

Qin Xuan's pupils shrank, and he forcibly stopped his punch.

Instantly, the Law of Strength reversed within him. Under the backlash, he felt as if his internal organs had been struck by lightning, and a hint of bloody sweetness welled up in his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, Hongyun had already plopped down onto the last prayer mat.

Qin Xuan frowned.

He would rather suffer a bit of backlash and withdraw his hand, not because he was afraid of Zhen Yuanzi.

The problem was that it was the Earth Book Array!

Known as the Primordial Chaos's number one moral kidnapping array!

Attacking the Earth Book Array was equivalent to attacking the Primordial Chaos's earth membrane. Even if Hongjun came, he probably wouldn't dare to make a move.

And Kunpeng, sitting next to Hongyun, couldn't help but feel a bit smug when he saw Qin Xuan suffer a setback and retreat in the face of the Earth Book's defense.

He thought of himself as the fastest in the Primordial Chaos, but he wasn't so confident in his strength. Seeing Qin Xuan not even dare to hit such a "thin" halo, his eyes immediately showed a few hints of contempt.

Looks like a coward. I could break that thin halo with one hand! Kunpeng thought to himself.

Feeling someone staring at him, Qin Xuan immediately sensed it, turned his head, and saw Kunpeng's smug and contemptuous gaze.

Qin Xuan found it amusing.

Isn't this just handing himself over?

If I don't dare to hit the Earth Book, wouldn't I dare to hit you, Kunpeng?

He immediately stepped forward to Kunpeng, a kind smile on his face, and said in a calm tone:

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I believe this prayer mat is destined for me!"

Kunpeng was stunned, about to explode, when suddenly a cold and arrogant voice came from the side:

"What qualifications do you, a fur-wearing, horn-bearing, wet-born, egg-hatched creature, have to sit in the same seat as us, the orthodox descendants of Pangu? Hurry up and step down!"

The speaker was Yuanshi, who looked at Kunpeng with an arrogant expression, instantly maximizing the hatred with his words.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of many powerful figures around changed, and they glared at Yuanshi.

Apart from a few innate sacred beings, who present wasn't born from "wearing fur and bearing horns, wet-born, egg-hatched"?

Even Nüwa and Fuxi looked at Yuanshi with a few hints of displeasure in their eyes.

Kunpeng's originally smug face instantly twisted, becoming so gloomy that it almost dripped water.

But the prayer mat in hand represented a great opportunity, and he would never give it up. He said to Qin Xuan with a ferocious voice:

"You say it's destined for you, so it is? Are you worthy?!"

He didn't dare to provoke Yuanshi and his two brothers, but this trash who didn't even dare to hit the small "Earth Book" dared to provoke him?

Kunpeng spread his wings, and a vast aura belonging to the mid-stage of the Great Golden Immortal suddenly filled the entire front hall of Zixiao Palace.

The pressure was almost tangible, causing the surrounding space to groan faintly under the weight.

In the next instant, he flapped his wings, and a gale howled, with sharp air blades sweeping towards Qin Xuan!

This kind of power made the faces of many listeners in the hall turn pale.

The strength of the mid-stage Great Golden Immortal was truly terrifying!

Those with slightly weaker cultivation even subconsciously retreated, fearing being caught in the crossfire.

"Sister!" In the crowd, Changxi nervously grabbed Xihe's arm and whispered, "That birdman is so fierce. Can that Daoist... withstand it?"

Xihe was slightly surprised. She glanced at Qin Xuan, whose expression was calm, before turning her head and gently asking her sister:

"You've never met him before, sister. Why are you so worried about him?"

Changxi lowered her small head slightly, and a faint blush appeared on her earlobes. Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum:

"He... he's good-looking."

"You..." Xihe smiled helplessly and gently rubbed her sister's small hand. "Don't worry, I think that Daoist has an extraordinary temperament and is definitely not an ordinary person."

Just at this moment, a sudden change occurred in the arena.

A plain and unremarkable fist suddenly flashed across the arena!

A loud bang.

Everyone didn't even see what happened clearly before a figure flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a Zixiao Palace pillar with a muffled thud.

Then slowly slid down!

The raging wind stopped abruptly.

Everyone stared intently, and couldn't help but gasp.

That figure was actually Kunpeng!

At this moment, Kunpeng was curled up on the ground, his face twisted with pain, a clear fist print sunken into his chest, obviously with countless broken bones.

One punch!

With just one punch, Kunpeng, in the mid-stage of Great Golden Immortal, was defeated!

Silence, deathly silence!

Everyone looked at Qin Xuan with disbelief, including the few on the futons in the front row.

Kunpeng's strength was not top-notch among them, but it was definitely not weak. Most of the people present considered themselves to be about equal to him.

But Qin Xuan's punch…

Fuxi subconsciously protected Nüwa behind him, his expression unprecedentedly solemn.

Even Taiqing, who had been closing his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of light fleeting in his eyes, revealing a hint of shock.

Crack!

A slight cracking sound broke the silence.

Kunpeng struggled to get up, and as he moved, one of his wings broke from the root and fell to the smooth ground.

"Gulp..."

Just then, Hou Tu, next to Qin Xuan, looked at the huge wing on the ground, her throat unconsciously rolling, and she swallowed subconsciously.

She suddenly remembered what Qin Xuan had casually said before:

"Kun is so big, a single pot can't hold it all..."

That look, that expression, Qin Xuan was too familiar with... a typical foodie revealing her true colors.

He waved his hand and put the broken wing on the ground into his storage space.

He had eaten a lot of Kun wings, but this Kunpeng wing was really the first time he had seen it. It would be nice to taste it later.

After doing all this, Qin Xuan turned his gaze to the struggling Kunpeng and asked in a calm tone:

"Fellow Daoist, do you think I deserve this futon now?"

Kunpeng endured the bone-shattering pain, his voice trembling:

"Deserves it, deserves it! It... it was I who was blind and offended Fellow Daoist!"

After saying that, his resentful gaze immediately turned to Hongyun on the other side.

If this old good guy hadn't insisted on snatching the sixth futon, how could he have fallen into such a state!

He didn't dare to have the slightest resentment towards Qin Xuan, who could cripple him with one punch, so he could only remember this debt firmly on Hongyun's head.

He naturally didn't know that Qin Xuan's punch just now actually only used less than 30% of his Law of Strength.

After all, this was Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's territory. It was okay to injure someone, but directly killing them would be a bit disrespectful.

The current Hongjun was still in the "predecessor realm" for him.

As for forming karma with Kunpeng?

Compared to forming karma with an Ancestral Witch who was a protagonist of a Calamity.

What was Kunpeng?

Was he worthy?

Did he think he had lived too long?

Qin Xuan naturally noticed Kunpeng's gaze towards Hongyun, and understood in his heart:

"It seems that even without the seat-giving incident, this old good guy Hongyun will not escape the fate of being resented by Kunpeng. Is this a tribulation that should be in his fate?"

He didn't think much about it, took Hou Tu's hand, and led her to the vacant futon, while he walked to the side.

"Xuan-di!" Hou Tu hurriedly grabbed him, "This futon was won by your own ability, you should sit on it, it's fine for me to sit next to you." As she said that, she was about to get up to give up her seat.

But how could her strength be stronger than Qin Xuan's?

Qin Xuan held her shoulders, not letting her get up, and said softly:

"Hou Tu-jiejie, it's just a futon, no need to decline."

Seeing that Hou Tu was still hesitant, Qin Xuan simply pushed her onto the futon...

Just then, a voice full of arrogance, deliberately lowered but still clearly audible, floated over:

"Hmph, congenitally deficient, not knowing the Heavenly Dao, how can you be worthy of being in the same rank as us Pangu's direct descendants?"

Qin Xuan's eyes were like lightning, and he looked towards the source of the sound. The speaker was Yuanshi, one of the Three Pure Ones, with an undisguised look of contempt on his face.