Qin Feng Goes Out, Confronting the Twelve Golden Immortals Alone

Skeleton Mountain was utterly silent.

No, it wasn't even silent.

Under the combined suppression of the Twelve Golden Immortals, even space-time seemed to have frozen into absolute stillness.

High in the sky, twelve divine lights shone brilliantly, their immortal might vast and boundless, like twelve blazing suns illuminating all directions.

Leading them was Guang Chengzi, holding the Fan Tian Seal. His expression was arrogant, his words carried the weight of law, and he had already decreed a certain death for the being within the cave.

The eleven fellow disciples behind him also wore indifferent expressions, their gazes treating the target as if it were already dead.

In their eyes, this was no longer a battle, but a judgment.

A public execution representing the honor of a Saint, against a challenger who courted death.

The divine senses of countless powerful beings in the Great Desolation intertwined in the void, all waiting.

Waiting to see if the being in the cave would choose to beg for mercy, or be blasted into dust.

No one believed a third possibility existed.

However, in this suffocating atmosphere, an extremely faint yet perfectly clear ripple spread across the barrier of White Bone Cave without any warning.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no clash of immortal light and magic.

The barrier was like a calm lake, disturbed by a small pebble, creating gentle, concentric waves.

Then, at the center of the ripples, a figure slowly emerged.

He wore a green robe, his black hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his hands were clasped behind his back.

There were no ten-thousand-foot rays of auspicious light, no magical treasures protecting him, and not the slightest hint of a powerful aura.

He simply stepped out of the barrier, as if passing through an ordinary curtain of water.

The entire person resembled a handsome scholar from the mortal world, stepping out for a spring outing – relaxed and indifferent.

At this moment, all eyes in the Three Realms of the Great Desolation, which were focused on this place, froze.

In Fire Cloud Cave, Emperor Xuanyuan's hand, gripping his sword hilt, tightened abruptly, and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"This is... a mortal?"

Earth Emperor Shennong shook his head, his expression extremely grave. "No, something is wrong. To be so composed under the pressure of the Twelve Golden Immortals, he is definitely not a mortal. But why... does he not possess any trace of magical power?"

Emperor Fuxi's eyes, adorned with swirling Bagua patterns, could only see chaos, unable to deduce anything.

"Strange, strange! Who exactly is this person!"

In the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng's gloating laughter abruptly ceased. His sinister eyes stared intently in the direction of Skeleton Mountain, filled with shock.

"Putting on an act! To be so arrogant in the face of the Twelve Golden Immortals, does he think he's not dying fast enough!"

Inside Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi's hand, holding a teacup, froze mid-air, and the carefree smile on his face also stiffened.

Old Ancestor Hongyun, beside him, stood up directly, exclaiming in disbelief, "This... how is this possible! How did he do it?"

It wasn't just them.

High in the sky, the twelve arrogant Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were also collectively stunned.

They had envisioned a peerless demon with three heads and six arms charging out of the cave, or perhaps the opponent wielding a world-destroying innate spiritual treasure to resist.

But they never dreamed that the one to emerge would be such a "person."

Someone who looked even more ordinary than a mortal.

Guang Chengzi frowned, his divine sense sweeping towards the figure in the green robe like a tide, but it vanished like a mud cow entering the sea, unable to detect anything.

The other party was like a non-existent phantom, a black hole, swallowing all his probes.

An unprecedented sense of absurdity surged into the hearts of all the Golden Immortals.

And under this spotlight of universal attention, the figure in the green robe, Qin Feng, whose appearance had shocked everyone, made a move that nearly made everyone's eyeballs pop out.

He didn't look at Guang Chengzi, nor did he look at any of the Golden Immortals in the sky.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the empty void, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

His eyes seemed to say, "Everyone's here? Found good seats for the show?"

Boom!

This glance sent a jolt through the divine senses of the powerful beings secretly observing in the void!

He found us!

Not only did he find us, but he's also greeting us!

Under the encirclement of the Twelve Golden Immortals, he actually has the leisure to greet the audience?!

What kind of courage is this! What kind of... arrogance!

After making this gesture, Qin Feng slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling upon the scorched earth beneath his feet, blackened by Taiyi Divine Fire.

He even crouched down, picked up a pinch of the scorched soil with his fingers, and sniffed it.

Then, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The expression was filled with disdain and displeasure.

It was as if he felt sorry for his friend's perfectly good lawn, which had been dug up and messed up by a pack of wild dogs.

This action completely ignited the powder keg in the sky.

He had been ignored!

Completely, utterly ignored!

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, disciples of a Saint, what noble beings were they in the Great Desolation?

They had arrived together, displaying an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth, yet after the opponent appeared, he hadn't even deigned to glance at them!

First, he looked at the sky, then at the ground.

As if the sky and the earth were far more important than all twelve of them, Grand Unity Golden Immortals, combined!

This was humiliation!

Naked, undisguised, extreme humiliation!

"You brat! How dare you act like this!"

Taiyi Zhenren, whose temper was the most volatile, couldn't hold back first. He pointed at Qin Feng, trembling with rage, his already pale face turning a liverish color.

His resentful gaze seemed to wish he could spew forth the Samadhi True Fire immediately and burn Qin Feng to ashes.

Guang Chengzi's expression also sank completely, his face turning ashen, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

The Fan Tian Seal in his hand began to hum, emitting an increasingly terrifying suppressing power, as if it would be unleashed at any second to smash everything below into nothingness.

The atmosphere of the entire Skeleton Mountain became extremely oppressive.

A storm that could destroy heaven and earth was already on the verge of brewing.

It was at this very moment.

The figure in the green shirt, who had been looking down as if studying geology, finally slowly straightened his body.

He patted the non-existent dust from his hands, then slowly raised his eyelids, casting his gaze towards the sky for the first time, landing on the ashen-faced Guang Chengzi.

He did not respond to the other's shouting, nor did he acknowledge the killing intent that could freeze one's soul.

Instead, in a tone as flat as casual conversation, with a hint of perfectly timed "sudden realization," he slowly spoke.

"I was wondering who it was. So, it's fellow Daoists from the Jade Void Palace."

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of all beings present, and even those not present.

Qin Feng paused, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, one that astonished all the Golden Immortals.

"What, you gentlemen aren't cultivating in Kunlun Mountain, but have come to my friend's dojo? Are you here to help repair... the sect gate that your junior disciple damaged?"