"Is that all?"
"Doesn't even count as a warm-up."
"What a disappointment."
Qin Feng's calm voice, carrying a trace of disdain, was like eternal black ice as it clearly reached the ears of Guang Chengzi and the other three, instantly freezing and shattering the last scraps of their pitiful dignity.
Disappointment?
Didn't even count as a warm-up?
Guang Chengzi, Yu Ding Zhenren, Puxian Zhenren, and Cihang Daoren—the four Chan Sect Golden Immortals—stood frozen in midair like four wooden statues struck senseless by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
Other than the dullness of having their entire worldview completely collapse, not another emotion could be found on their faces.
Their minds roared. All their pride, fury, and killing intent were washed away completely by that icy, bone-deep terror.
Guang Chengzi in particular stared fixedly at the green-robed figure below, who had once again stood with his hands behind his back without even a strand of hair out of place. His eyes were filled with unprecedented horror and confusion.
Achieve Sainthood through Physical Body?
No! Impossible! Even the legendary Twelve Ancestral Witches, who proved the Dao through strength, were no more than this! Yet every movement of an Ancestral Witch would inevitably unleash sky-soaring Killing Intent and manifest the laws!
But this person before them had not emitted the slightest fluctuation of Magic Power from beginning to end!
What he relied on was pure, back-to-basics, absolute strength that surpassed the limits of their understanding!
"Se... Senior Brother..."
Even the usually calm and steady Yu Ding Zhenren had a trembling voice. His hand holding the Immortal Slaying Sword shook as if he had Parkinson's, to the point that he could barely hold the sword anymore.
From Qin Feng, he sensed a kind of "nothingness" that made even his soul tremble!
It was as though the other party 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 heart.
This time, the Chan Sect had not kicked an iron plate.
They had slammed headfirst into Buzhou Mountain itself! One reinforced by a Saint, no less!
The void had long since fallen into deathly silence.
The Spiritual Senses of those Great Powers watching in secret had stiffened, their thoughts nearly grinding to a halt.
Within the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng collapsed onto his shattered throne, trembling all over with chattering teeth. None of his former arrogance or delight remained, only terror from the depths of his soul.
He thought of an exceedingly ancient and terrifying legend.
Within Chaos, there had been Three Thousand Demon Gods, born with control over the Great Dao, their physical bodies indestructible and immortal...
Could it be... could this person be a Chaos Demon God who had survived until now?!
The moment that thought arose, Kunpeng nearly had his soul scatter in terror. He wished he could immediately sever his Spiritual Sense, seal the Demon Master Palace, and never emerge again for hundreds of millions of years.
Within Wuzhuang Temple, the Book of Earth in Zhen Yuanzi's hand hummed as though it feared something.
"Brother Hong Yun, did... did you see it clearly? I have lived for so long, yet I have never seen anything this absurd!"
Ancestor Hong Yun was already dumbfounded. He stammered in reply, "I couldn't see it clearly... not at all! That wasn't a divine ability, nor was it a law. It was simply... simply a punch! It was as though the purest truth in heaven and earth was that one punch!"
Within Fire Cloud Cave, the atmosphere had grown incomparably grave.
The fighting spirit on Human Emperor Xuanyuan's face had long vanished, replaced by endless shock.
"One force breaking ten thousand laws... the realm of legend... actually exists!"
The Eight Trigrams Compass in Fuxi's hand spun madly. In the end, with a crack, a fissure appeared, and a wisp of Chaos Qi spilled out, instantly dyeing the compass pitch-black.
"Pfft!"
Fuxi suffered a backlash and spat out a mouthful of heart's blood, his face filled with disbelief.
"I can't calculate it... his fate... lies beyond the Heavenly Dao! Complete nothingness!"
Amid this atmosphere where heaven and earth had fallen silent and all sounds had vanished, the fear in Guang Chengzi's eyes was suddenly replaced by a crazed resolve.
His fellow disciples had fallen one after another, their lives and deaths unknown.
The Chan Sect's honor had been utterly trampled into the ground.
This time, they had kicked a piece of Chaos Divine Iron capable of smashing apart the entire prehistoric world!
Conventional methods were already useless.
Run?
Guang Chengzi glanced at Qin Feng, and even deeper despair rose in his heart. Before that person, they did not even have the right to flee!
Since death awaited them either way, he might as well gamble!
Gamble everything!
A trace of resolve and ruthlessness flashed through Guang Chengzi's eyes. He decided to use the ultimate trump card his master, Yuanshi Tianzun, had bestowed upon him—the one he would not easily use!
The Fan Tian Seal!
The instant that thought arose, the madness and savagery on Guang Chengzi's face vanished, replaced by an expression of extreme terror and remorse.
He deeply bowed toward Qin Feng from afar and cried out in a tearful voice:
"Fellow Daoist, stop! Senior, spare my life!"
That "Senior" sounded so natural, so heartfelt.
"This matter was entirely due to our recklessness! We failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended your mighty presence, Senior! We are willing to admit our mistakes and offer compensation! We only ask that, for the Saint's sake, you spare our miserable lives!"
While crying and pleading to draw Qin Feng's attention, he quietly retreated, crazily pouring every last bit of Magic Power within him into a tiny seal in his palm as though floodwaters had burst through a dam.
The seal appeared utterly ordinary, yet it was like a bottomless black hole, madly devouring Guang Chengzi's immortal essence.
In but an instant, Guang Chengzi, a Great Power at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, was drained until his face turned deathly pale and his body swayed as though he had aged hundreds of millions of years.
When Yu Ding Zhenren and the others saw their senior brother acting this way, they were first stunned. Then they assumed he had truly been scared out of his wits, and a bleak sorrow of shared doom welled up in their hearts.
Even their senior brother could only lower himself and beg for mercy. Today, they truly were finished here.
However, at the very instant Qin Feng's gaze seemed to truly be drawn in by his performance and shifted slightly toward him—
The fear in Guang Chengzi's eyes instantly transformed into boundless resentment and madness!
"Demon! Die!"
A hysterical roar resounded through the clouds!
Guang Chengzi abruptly hurled the small seal, which had already drained all his power, viciously toward Qin Feng!
Buzz—!
The tiny Fan Tian Seal did not unleash any earth-shattering display the instant it left his hand.
It merely swayed gently before vanishing from where it was.
The next moment, the sky above Skeleton Mountain went dark.
It was not darkened by clouds blocking the sun. Rather, it was as though an endless continent had appeared from nowhere, blotting out the entire heavens!
An indescribably ancient, savage, and heavy aura from the beginning of the prehistoric world descended like the collapse of the Heavenly Dao!
That was... the aura of Buzhou Mountain!
The Fan Tian Seal manifested its true form in the air. It was shockingly a Primordial Divine Mountain whose majesty could not be described in words!
Chaos Qi flowed around the mountain, while earth, fire, water, and wind encircled it, as though it were a newly opened Small World!
Carrying a trace of Buzhou Mountain's true divine might, it sealed all time and space around Qin Feng in an utterly unreasonable manner. Time, space, laws, and Dao aura all turned into nothingness at that moment!
With the force of Mount Tai crushing down upon his head, it smashed down at Qin Feng below!
Guang Chengzi had staked everything on this strike!
He believed that even a Quasi-Saint would inevitably perish if he took this blow head-on!
"It's the Fan Tian Seal! The supreme killing weapon Primal Beginning Saint refined from half of Buzhou Mountain!"
"He's gone mad! Guang Chengzi has truly gone mad! He actually used this treasure!"
In the void, the Spiritual Senses of those Great Powers erupted in waves of terrifying turmoil, filled with fear.
"Under this blow, everything within hundreds of millions of miles will be reduced to dust! Retreat!"
"It's over! No matter how powerful that person is, he cannot possibly withstand this strike containing Pangu's pressure!"
Inside the Skeleton Cave dwelling, Shi Ji had been observing the battle through a water mirror. When she saw that Primordial Divine Mountain blotting out the sky, a tremor from the depths of her soul spread through her entire body.
That power left her unable to even form the thought of resisting.
Her face instantly turned as pale as paper, utterly bloodless. Her heart seemed to stop beating as she used all her strength to let out a shrill cry:
"Fellow Daoist, be careful! That is the Fan Tian Seal!"
The divine mountain descended, and heaven and earth collapsed.
Qin Feng looked up. The colossal mountain had already filled his entire field of vision, carrying world-destroying might as it pressed down upon him.
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