Billions of miles away in the chaotic void, Kunpeng finally managed to stabilize his flying body.
"Poof!"
Another mouthful of demon blood containing the origin spurted out, and there was a heartbreaking pain in the chest, as if all the internal organs had been displaced by that finger.
But this physical pain was nothing compared to the turmoil in his heart at this moment.
Kunpeng raised his head, his bloodshot triangular eyes staring at the distant front.
That man, the man who defeated his fatal blow with just one finger, was still floating quietly in the sky above Chendu, unscathed, not even a wrinkle in his clothes.
How could it be?
How is this possible?!
Kunpeng's mind went blank.
Who am I?
I am Lord of the Northern Darkness, ancient Demon Master Kunpeng!
I was born to control wind and speed, and I am recognized as the speed king in the three realms. Among the saints, who dares to compete with me?
I burned my origin and transformed into a stream of light. That collision was enough to crush a Great Thousand World, and even the strongest Quasi-Saint would have to retreat!
But...
But he actually let him fly away with just one finger?
This is no longer a question of magical powers or magic weapons.
This is an absolute crushing at the legal level!
"Impossible... it's impossible!"
Kunpeng muttered to himself absentmindedly, his eyes full of confusion and chaos, "How can there be anyone faster than me in the Three Realms! This is absolutely impossible!"
His Dao Heart, his invincible belief based on absolute speed, at this moment, small cracks appeared.
Fire Cloud Cave in.
Three Sovereigns Five Emperors, the eight ancestors of the human race, like eight petrified statues, stared blankly at everything in the light curtain.
Dead silence.
You can hear the needle drop.
What did they see?
Kunpeng's burning origin was destroyed by a single blow, and was pointed away by Qin Feng.
That Demon Master, which was so rampant in ancient times that even the saints had a headache, was like a ball, flying directly from the sky above Chendu to the depths of chaos hundreds of millions of miles away!
"Gudong."
I don't know who it was, but I swallowed hard.
"What... happened just now?" Shennong Shi's voice was extremely dry, with a hint of trembling that he couldn't believe.
"Kunpeng... lost?" Zhuanxu Emperor's eyes were twitching crazily.
"It's not a defeat."
Fuxi's eyes were empty, as if his soul had been greatly shocked. He said word by word, "Yes... he was crushed."
Crush!
A Quasi-Saint peak, an ancient existence that once stood at the top of the Primordial World pyramid, was completely crushed by an unknown rising star in an almost humiliating way!
The impact of this scene was even more terrifying than when they saw the saint take action!
The eight Holy Emperors looked at each other and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.
It was a mixture of extreme shock, awe, and a hint of... fear!
At the moment when Kunpeng's mind was shaken and Dao Heart was unstable.
A plain figure slowly appeared in front of him without any warning.
Still the same man.
Qin Feng just appeared out of thin air, as if he had always been here and never left.
"!"
Kunpeng's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip, his body tensed subconsciously, and a stream of cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai!
He didn't realize how the other party came over at all!
"Your speed, in my opinion, is full of flaws."
Qin Feng spoke calmly, with a tone like a teacher commenting on a failed student. There was no ridicule, no contempt, just a plain statement of facts.
But it is this kind of plainness that makes Kunpeng feel more harsh than any vicious curse!
"You... are looking for death!"
The extreme humiliation instantly ignited Kunpeng's reason. He suppressed the fear in his heart and let out a vicious roar.
Speed is his last dignity, everything to him!
No one can defile it!
However, before he could make any move.
The figure of Qin Feng in front of me suddenly split into nine parts.
One stood still, while the other eight figures seemed to come out of his body, occupying eight different positions in an instant, blocking all Kunpeng's escape routes.
The aura of each figure is the same as the original body, unfathomable.
Kunpeng's heart suddenly sank.
The next moment, nine Qin Feng attacked him from nine completely different directions at the same time!
There are no earth-shattering magical powers, just the simplest fists, palms, fingers, and legs.
"Well done!"
Kunpeng's eyes were red, his survival instinct and the anger of being humiliated made him completely explode. His figure flashed, and he used extreme speed to dodge the first wave of attacks.
However, as soon as he moved, a foot appeared in front of him like a ghost and stamped on his chest with great precision.
Bang!
Kunpeng only felt a huge force coming from him, and his body stagnated, while attacks from eight other directions were already overwhelming!
"Get away!"
Kunpeng roared wildly, and the demonic power surged, trying to shake these figures away.
But in front of these figures, his speed was like that of a toddler.
He tried his best to block the punch from the left, but his right leg was already on his back.
He twisted around awkwardly, trying to avoid a finger from behind, but the wind from the palm above his head was already whizzing down.
Quick!
Too fast!
The opponent's speed and his own speed are not the same concept at all!
His speed relies on his innate magical power to jump in space.
But the opponent's speed seemed to completely ignore the rules of time and space, as if every movement appeared directly where it should appear!
Kunpeng completely fell into a passive position of being beaten.
He was like an apprentice surrounded by nine top masters, without even the slightest ability to fight back.
Every dodge and every block he made seemed to be expected by the opponent.
The speed he was so proud of turned into a big joke at this moment.
He could only watch helplessly as those fists and kicks landed on him from all kinds of tricky and weird angles.
The force of each attack was not fatal, but it interrupted the circulation of his demonic power just right, blocking his next movement, leaving him with all his Tong Tian skills, but unable to perform even a single move.
This is no longer a battle.
This is a joke!
It is a one-sided and naked humiliation!
After hundreds of moves.
The besieging figure finally stopped.
The eight figures walked back slowly and reintegrated into the body of the central figure.
Kunpeng was suspended in the void with disheveled hair, his whole body covered with bruises and bruises, and blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth. He looked extremely embarrassed.
But he didn't move, nor did he roar again.
He just stood there blankly, his triangular eyes that were once full of arrogance, viciousness and cruelty were now only a dead gray.
Empty, confused, and at a loss.
The injuries on his body were serious, but what was more serious was his Dao Heart.
Broken.
Qin Feng used absolute speed and the most cruel way to smash it into pieces bit by bit.
His lifelong pride, his dignity as an ancient Demon Master, the foundation on which he relied to run rampant Primordial World, had been completely stepped into the mud and crushed to pieces in the hundreds of attacks just now.
Kunpeng slowly lowered his head and looked at his slightly trembling hands.
Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at the man who had a plain face from beginning to end.
His lips were trembling, and he was mumbling absentmindedly in a voice that only he could hear.
"His speed..."
"Faster than me..."
The moment these words were spoken, Kunpeng's entire energy and energy seemed to have been drained away.
His tall and straight body was visibly stooped, as if he had aged hundreds of millions of years in an instant.
Qin Feng looked at Kunpeng who had completely lost his will to fight, but his eyes were still unmoved.
He slowly floated in front of Kunpeng, and under the eyes full of fear and confusion, he asked calmly:
"Now, we can talk about how you should compensate my human race for its losses, right?"