Above Skeleton Mountain, the atmosphere was no longer merely oppressive—it had frozen solid.
The Demon Subduing Pestle carried Heavenly Venerate Daoxing's lifetime of cultivation and laws, transforming into a world-destroying streak of golden light that crashed down from the nine heavens.
Wherever the golden light passed, space shattered layer by layer, revealing black chaos, as though heaven and earth themselves could not withstand the might of this blow.
That domineering law, capable of suppressing all Demonic Evil and shattering all illusions, made every Great Power watching from the void tremble inwardly.
"What an Acquired Spiritual Treasure! Heavenly Venerate Daoxing's strike has reached thirty percent mastery!" Emperor Xuanyuan's gaze sharpened within Fire Cloud Cave.
"This treasure specializes in destroying the physical body and Primordial Spirit. No matter how strong that green-robed man's body is, if he takes this head-on, he'll suffer badly!" Shennong's expression was equally grave.
Within the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with delight.
"The price of arrogance! In my view, this man is already dead!"
Yet, at the very moment when countless eyes were fixed upon the scene and everyone believed Qin Feng would meet his end on the spot—
Qin Feng below finally moved.
There was no earth-shaking eruption of power, no flow of immortal radiance or Dao aura.
Qin Feng merely raised his right hand casually—one might even say lazily.
Facing the Demon Subduing Pestle descending with the might of heaven and earth, he lightly threw a punch through the air.
Just one punch.
It was utterly ordinary and unadorned, like a bored mortal idly swinging his fist.
Time seemed to stop at that instant.
Space seemed to freeze at that instant as well.
The golden stream of light that could destroy heaven and earth met that fair, slender-looking fist in midair.
There was no anticipated earth-shattering boom.
No billions of radiant lights from colliding laws.
Only an incredibly faint, yet incomparably clear, crack rang out across heaven and earth.
It was as crisp as a walnut being crushed.
Then, a sight that made every living being in the Primordial Three Realms feel their eyes nearly burst from their sockets unfolded.
The Demon Subduing Pestle, peerlessly imposing and already at the pinnacle of Acquired Spiritual Treasures, abruptly halted an inch before Qin Feng's fist.
The dazzling golden radiance around the pestle dimmed in an instant.
A nearly invisible crack quietly appeared at the tip of the pestle.
Crack... crack-crack...
Like a spiderweb, the cracks spread across the entire pestle at an unbelievable speed!
The next instant—
Before Heavenly Venerate Daoxing's horrified, utterly incomprehensible gaze—
His treasure of enlightenment, the Demon Subduing Pestle that he had been so proud of, shattered inch by inch in midair. It became golden dust that scattered in the gale and vanished without a trace.
One punch.
A top-tier Acquired Spiritual Treasure was gone.
Not even scraps remained.
The entire world fell deathly silent.
All the Great Powers watching in secret felt their minds buzz as their thoughts went blank.
Inside Fire Cloud Cave, Emperor Xuanyuan's hand gripping his sword hilt jolted violently. Though the sword remained sheathed, invisible sword qi split the throne beneath him in two.
"Th-This is impossible!"
Within the Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng's wild laughter came to an abrupt stop. It was as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat. His sinister eyes widened like bronze bells, and his mouth hung wide enough to fit a fist inside.
"Where's the Magic Power? Where's the Dao aura? Where are the law fluctuations? There's nothing! What the hell is this?!"
At Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi and Ancestor Hong Yun stood frozen like two stone statues.
The development of events had completely surpassed the bounds of their understanding.
Yet this was only the beginning.
After smashing the Demon Subduing Pestle, Qin Feng's seemingly casual punch continued onward, its remaining force undiminished, still advancing at an unhurried pace.
Fast!
So fast it reached the absolute extreme!
So fast that even Heavenly Venerate Daoxing, a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, could not react at all!
His mind was still trapped in endless shock and confusion over his Destiny Magic Treasure being destroyed by a single punch.
The force of the punch had already reached his face.
"No..."
Heavenly Venerate Daoxing only managed to squeeze out half a syllable from his throat.
Then that seemingly plain and unremarkable fist force struck squarely into his chest.
There was no scream.
There was not even the slightest sound.
Heavenly Venerate Daoxing shot backward like a pebble struck by a massive cannon, flying at a speed beyond the limits of vision.
His figure instantly became a tiny black dot, trailing a long white streak as it tore through the sea of clouds and smashed into a towering mountain range tens of thousands of miles away.
Boom—!!!
Only after a long delay did the deafening explosion finally reach them.
The immortal mountain, ten thousand zhang high, shook violently from the impact. Countless boulders tumbled down, and an enormous, bottomless hole exploded open halfway up the mountain.
Smoke and dust billowed, blotting out the sky and sun.
Heavenly Venerate Daoxing's aura vanished completely the instant he struck the mountain.
His fate was unknown.
One punch.
Another punch.
From the destruction of the treasure to the man being sent flying, the whole sequence unfolded in a flash, so fast it was horrifying.
In the sky, the remaining eleven Golden Immortals were utterly stunned.
They stared blankly at the mountain range that had been pierced through, then at Qin Feng, who still stood where he had been as though he had done nothing. Their minds had completely crashed.
What happened?
Where was Junior Brother Daoxing?
What... just happened?
But Qin Feng gave them no time to think.
He did not even glance at the mountain range, as though he had merely swatted a mosquito to death.
His figure vanished from where he stood without any warning.
He had not torn through space, nor transformed into a streak of light.
He simply disappeared into thin air.
The next moment, Qin Feng appeared before Huang Long Zhenren, who had just been angered into vomiting blood and whose Dao Heart had become unstable.
The two stood almost face-to-face.
Huang Long Zhenren's pupils shrank to pinpoints. Every hair on his body stood on end, and an ultimate terror rising from the depths of his soul left him unable to move even a finger.
He saw Qin Feng's face.
That face still bore the same calm expression, though now there was even a hint of impatience.
"Too weak."
Huang Long Zhenren heard Qin Feng murmur.
Then a fist slowly enlarged in his vision.
It was still the same utterly ordinary punch, without the slightest trace of spectacle.
"No!"
Huang Long Zhenren roared in despair within his heart, desperately trying to dodge and summon a treasure.
But it was useless.
Before this punch, even time and space seemed to be imprisoned.
Bang.
A dull thud rang out.
Huang Long Zhenren followed Heavenly Venerate Daoxing's fate. Without even a groan, he was smashed vertically from the sky like a meteor by that one punch, crashing viciously into the ground of Skeleton Mountain below.
The earth trembled violently, leaving behind a bottomless human-shaped crater. No sound came from within.
Qin Feng vanished again and appeared before another Golden Immortal, Ju Liusun.
Ju Liusun was terrified out of his wits. Without a second thought, he summoned his Immortal Binding Rope, turning it into countless rope shadows in an attempt to stall Qin Feng for a moment.
But Qin Feng did not even look at it.
He threw another plain, straightforward punch.
The Immortal Binding Rope, capable of binding Quasi-Saints, was as fragile as ordinary straw rope before the fist force and snapped apart inch by inch.
The fist drove straight through and struck Ju Liusun in the face.
Ju Liusun spiraled into the sky, flying beyond the nine heavens and disappearing without a trace.
Qingxu Daode Zhenjun!
Chi Jingzi!
Taiyi Zhenren!
Qin Feng's figure was like a butterfly weaving through flowers and trees, yet also like the Grim Reaper harvesting lives.
He flashed repeatedly among the remaining Golden Immortals.
Every appearance came with a dull impact.
Every appearance sent a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, famed throughout the Primordial Three Realms, flying away like a kite with its string cut, their fates unknown.
They could not even touch the corner of Qin Feng's robes.
The treasures they took pride in, their indestructible immortal bodies, their profound divine abilities—all of them became jokes before that seemingly ordinary fist.
One punch.
It truly was one punch per person.
He did it with such ease that it was like playing whack-a-mole.
In only a few breaths—
Of the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals, who had originally filled the sky with overwhelming might, more than half were already gone.
Only Guang Chengzi at the lead, along with Yu Ding Zhenren, Puxian Zhenren, and Cihang Daoren beside him, remained standing alone.
They had not been attacked.
Yet their condition at that moment was more miserable than if they had been sent flying by a punch.
The four stood stiffly in midair like wooden sculptures struck senseless by lightning, their bodies cold as they trembled uncontrollably.
Their faces were filled with confusion, terror, and a vacant dullness born from their entire worldview collapsing.
Monster!
What kind of monster was this?!
What the hell was this thing?!
Guang Chengzi's mind roared. All his pride, rage, and killing intent had been washed clean away by the bone-chilling terror.
He stared at the Green-robed Figure below, who had once again clasped his hands behind his back and whose hair had not been disturbed in the slightest. His eyes were full of unprecedented terror and incomprehension.
Achieve Sainthood through Physical Body?
No! Impossible!
Even Pangu's true body, said to have proven the Dao through strength, could not be this terrifying!
The ancient Wu Clan? The Twelve Ancestral Witches reborn?
No! Though Ancestral Witches possessed tyrannical bodies, every gesture they made would surely be accompanied by surging Killing Intent and manifested laws!
But this man before them had not shown the slightest Magic Power fluctuation from beginning to end!
What he relied on was pure, unadorned... strength!
An absolute strength that surpassed laws, surpassed the Heavenly Dao, surpassed the limits of their understanding!
"E-Elder Brother..."
Yu Ding Zhenren, usually calm and steady, was trembling even in his voice. The hand holding the Immortal Slaying Sword shook as though he had Parkinson's.
From Qin Feng, he sensed a kind of "nothingness" that made even his soul tremble!
It was as though Qin Feng was not a living being, but a concept, a phenomenon.
The ultimate embodiment of something called "strength"!
It was over.
That was the only thought in Yu Ding Zhenren's mind.
This time, the Chan Sect had not kicked an iron plate.
They had slammed headfirst into Buzhou Mountain! And one that had been reinforced!
The void had long since fallen into deathly silence.
The Great Powers spying on them all had rigid Spiritual Sense, as if they had fallen into an ancient cavern of black ice.
Within the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng collapsed onto the shattered throne, trembling all over, his teeth chattering.
He thought of an unimaginably ancient and terrifying legend.
Within chaos, there were Three Thousand Demon Gods, born with control over the Great Dao, their bodies indestructible and immortal...
Could it be... could this man be a Chaos Demon God who had survived until now?!
The moment that thought surfaced, Kunpeng nearly had his soul frightened out of his body.
And amid this atmosphere where heaven and earth had gone silent and all sounds had vanished—
Qin Feng finally raised his head and turned his gaze upon the four remaining men, Guang Chengzi and the others.
He patted dust from his hands that did not exist, slightly furrowed his brow, and revealed a faintly disdainful expression.
"That's it?"
"This doesn't even count as a warm-up."
"You've disappointed me too much."
His calm voice clearly entered the four men's ears, like peerless vicious blades that completely shredded the last scraps of their pitiful dignity.
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