One Punch, Golden Immortals Doubt Life

Above Skeleton Mountain, the atmosphere was no longer oppressive, but frozen.

That Demon Subduing Pestle, imbued with Heavenly Venerate Daoist Cultivation's lifelong cultivation and laws, transformed into a world-destroying golden light, crashing down from the nine heavens.

Wherever the golden light passed, space shattered layer by layer, revealing pitch-black chaos, as if even heaven and earth could not withstand the might of this strike.

The overbearing laws that suppressed all demonic evils and destroyed all falsehood made all the powerful beings secretly observing in the void tremble.

"What a superb Acquired Spiritual Treasure! Heavenly Venerate Daoist Cultivation's strike has achieved three-tenths of its potential!" In Fire Cloud Cave, Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes narrowed.

"This treasure specifically breaks the physical body and primordial spirit. Even if that person in the green shirt's body is strong, he'll suffer a great loss if he takes this head-on!" Shennong's expression was also solemn.

In the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with schadenfreude.

"The price of arrogance! In my opinion, this person is already dead!"

However, at this very moment when all eyes were on the scene, and everyone believed Qin Feng would surely regret it.

Qin Feng, below, finally moved.

There was no earth-shattering aura eruption, no flow of immortal light or Dao Charm.

Qin Feng simply, casually, even lazily, raised his right hand.

Facing the Demon Subduing Pestle that carried the might of heaven and earth, he lightly punched the air.

Just one punch.

Plain and unremarkable, simple and unadorned, like a mortal idly swinging a fist.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Space also seemed to freeze at this moment.

That world-destroying golden stream of light, and that seemingly fair and slender fist, met in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering roar as expected.

No myriad rays of light from colliding laws.

Only an extremely faint, yet incredibly clear "crack" sound echoed through heaven and earth.

It was as crisp as crushing a walnut.

Immediately after, a scene that made the eyes of all living beings in the three realms of the Great Desolation pop open occurred.

That peerless, imposing Demon Subduing Pestle, whose quality had reached the extreme of Acquired Spiritual Treasures, suddenly stopped an inch in front of Qin Feng's fist.

On the pestle, the dazzling golden light instantly dimmed.

A barely visible crack, starting from the tip of the pestle, quietly appeared.

Crack... crackle...

The cracks spread like a spiderweb, at an unbelievable speed, instantly covering the entire body of the pestle!

The next moment.

Under Heavenly Venerate Daoist Cultivation's horrified gaze, which was completely unable to comprehend what was happening.

His treasure of enlightenment, his pride, the Demon Subduing Pestle, shattered inch by inch in the air, turning into a sky full of golden powder, blown away by the gale, scattering without a trace.

One punch.

A top-tier Acquired Spiritual Treasure was gone.

Not even dregs were left.

The entire world fell into deathly silence.

All the secretly observing powerful beings heard a "buzz" in their minds, their thoughts instantly blank.

In Fire Cloud Cave, Emperor Xuanyuan's hand gripping the sword hilt trembled violently. The sword was not unsheathed, yet an invisible sword energy had already sliced his throne in half.

"This... this is impossible!"

In the Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng's wild laughter abruptly stopped, as if a giant invisible hand had grabbed his throat. His sinister eyes widened like brass bells, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist.

"Where's the magic power? The Dao Charm? The fluctuations of laws? There's nothing! What the hell is this?!"

In Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi and Old Ancestor Hongyun were like two stone statues, completely frozen.

The development of events had completely exceeded their scope of understanding.

However, this was only the beginning.

Qin Feng's seemingly casual punch, after shattering the Demon Subduing Pestle, its residual force undiminished, continued forward with the same unhurried pace.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

So fast that even Heavenly Venerate Daoist Cultivation, a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, could not react at all!

His mind was still trapped in the boundless horror and confusion of his natal magic treasure being blown apart by a single punch.

The fist wind had reached his face.

"No..."

Heavenly Venerate Daoxing only managed to squeeze out half a syllable from his throat.

That seemingly ordinary punch, landed squarely on his chest.

There was no scream.

Not even a sound was made.

Heavenly Venerate Daoxing himself, like a pebble hit by a cannonball, shot backward at a speed beyond the limits of vision.

His figure instantly became a tiny black dot, trailing a long white streak, tearing through the sea of clouds, and crashing directly into a majestic mountain range tens of thousands of miles away.

RUMBLE--!!!

A long-delayed, deafening roar finally arrived.

The immortal mountain, ten thousand zhang high, shook violently from the impact. Countless boulders tumbled down, and a bottomless, giant hole was blasted open from halfway up the mountain.

Smoke and dust billowed, obscuring the sky.

Heavenly Venerate Daoxing's aura, however, vanished completely the moment he crashed into the mountain.

His fate unknown.

One punch.

Another punch.

From his magic treasure being destroyed to him being sent flying, the entire process was swift and astonishingly fast.

In the sky above, the remaining eleven Golden Immortals were completely stunned.

They stared blankly at the mountain range that had been pierced through, then looked at Qin Feng, who was still standing in place as if he had done nothing. Their minds completely froze.

What happened?

Where did Junior Brother Daoxing go?

What... just happened?

However, Qin Feng didn't give them any time to think.

He didn't even glance at the mountain, as if he had merely swatted a mosquito.

His figure, in place, vanished without a trace.

Not by tearing through space, nor by transforming into a beam of light.

He simply, abruptly, disappeared into thin air.

The next moment, Qin Feng's figure appeared before Huang Long Zhenren, who had just vomited blood from anger and whose Dao Heart was unstable.

The distance between them was mere inches.

Huang Long Zhenren's pupils contracted into pinpricks. The hairs on his body stood on end. An extreme fear from the depths of his soul rendered him unable to move even a finger.

He saw Qin Feng's face.

On that face, the expression was still calm and indifferent, even with a hint of impatience.

"Too weak."

Huang Long Zhenren heard Qin Feng's whisper.

Immediately, a fist slowly enlarged in his vision.

Still the same ordinary punch, without any hint of ostentation.

"No!"

Huang Long Zhenren let out a desperate roar in his heart, trying his best to dodge, to summon his magic treasure.

But it was useless.

Before this punch, time and space itself seemed to be frozen.

Bang.

A muffled sound.

Huang Long Zhenren followed in Heavenly Venerate Daoxing's footsteps. Without even a grunt, he was smashed vertically from the sky like a meteor, crashing fiercely into the ground of Skeleton Mountain below.

The earth trembled violently, and a bottomless, human-shaped pit appeared, then fell silent.

Qin Feng's figure disappeared again, appearing before another Golden Immortal, Ju Liusun.

Ju Liusun was terrified out of his wits. Without thinking, he unleashed his Immortal Binding Rope, which transformed into thousands of rope shadows, attempting to block him for a moment.

However, Qin Feng didn't even look.

It was still a plain, ordinary straight punch.

That Immortal Binding Rope, capable of binding Quasi-Saints, was as fragile as a straw rope before the fist wind, instantly snapping into pieces.

The fist drove straight in, landing on Ju Liusun's face.

Ju Liusun spiraled into the sky, flying towards the heavens, his whereabouts unknown.

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun!

Chi Jingzi!

Taiyi Zhenren!

Qin Feng's figure was like a butterfly flitting through flowers and trees, or like the Grim Reaper harvesting lives.

Among the remaining Golden Immortals, he flickered in and out of existence.

Each appearance was accompanied by a dull thud.

Each appearance saw a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, famous throughout the Great Desolation, sent flying like a kite with a broken string, their fate unknown.

They couldn't even touch the hem of Qin Feng's robe.

Their proud magical treasures, their indestructible immortal bodies, their profound divine abilities, all became a joke in the face of that seemingly ordinary fist.

One punch.

It was truly one punch per person.

As easy and casual as playing whack-a-mole.

In just a few breaths.

In the sky above, more than half of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, who had originally possessed immense power, were gone.

Only Guang Chengzi, who was at the forefront, and beside him Yu Ding Zhenren, Puxian Zhenren, and Cihang Daoren, a mere four people, still stood alone.

They had not been attacked.

But their current state was even more miserable than being punched and sent flying.

The four of them stood frozen in mid-air like wooden carvings struck senseless by lightning, their bodies cold, trembling uncontrollably.

Their faces were filled with confusion, fear, and a kind of stunned disbelief as their worldview completely collapsed.

Monster!

What kind of monster is this?!

What the hell is this thing!

Guang Chengzi's mind roared. All his pride, all his anger, all his killing intent, were washed away in an instant by that bone-chilling fear.

He looked at the green-robed figure below, who had once again stood with his hands behind his back, not even a hair out of place, his eyes filled with unprecedented terror and confusion.

Achieving sainthood through the body?

No! Impossible!

Even Pangu's true form, who was said to have proven the Dao through sheer force, would be no more than this!

The ancient Wu Clan? The Twelve Ancestral Witches reborn?

No! Although the Ancestral Witches had powerful physiques, their every move would surely be accompanied by overwhelming malevolent energy and the manifestation of laws!

But this person before him, from beginning to end, had no fluctuations of magical power on him at all!

What he relied on was pure, unadulterated... strength!

A strength that surpassed laws, surpassed the Heavenly Dao, surpassed the limits of their understanding!

"Shi... Senior Brother..."

Yu Ding Zhenren, usually calm and steady, was now trembling, his hand gripping the Immortal Slaying Sword shaking as if he had Parkinson's.

From Qin Feng, he felt a "nothingness" that made his soul tremble...

It was as if the other party was not a living being, but a concept, a phenomenon.

The ultimate manifestation of "strength"!

It's over.

This was the only thought in Yu Ding Zhenren's mind.

The Chan Sect hadn't just kicked an iron plate this time.

They had directly slammed headfirst into Buzhou Mountain! And it was a reinforced one!

In the void, there was already a deathly silence.

The powerful beings who had been secretly observing, their divine senses frozen, felt as if they had fallen into an abyss of eternal ice.

In the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng collapsed onto his broken throne, trembling all over, his teeth chattering.

He thought of an incredibly ancient and terrifying legend.

In the chaos, there were three thousand demon gods, born with control over the Great Dao, their bodies immortal and indestructible...

Could it be... could this person be a Chaos Demon God who had lived to this day?!

As this thought arose, Kunpeng was almost scared to death on the spot.

And just as this atmosphere of silence and stillness pervaded heaven and earth.

Qin Feng finally raised his head, his gaze falling on the remaining four people, including Guang Chengzi.

He patted away nonexistent dust from his hands, his brows furrowed slightly, a look of disdain on his face.

"Is this it?"

"It doesn't even count as a warm-up."

"You've disappointed me too much."

His plain voice clearly reached the ears of the four, like peerless, ferocious knives, completely shattering their last shred of pathetic dignity.