Barehanded Catching Magic Treasures, Guang Chengzi Wet Himself

"Thank you for the gift."

Qin Feng's light, airy voice was like the final heavy hammer blow, completely shattering Guang Chengzi's defenses.

Pfft--!

Another large mouthful of heart's blood spewed out. Guang Chengzi's face instantly turned from ashen to deathly pale, and he swayed precariously in mid-air, as if he would fall from the clouds at any second.

A magical treasure personally refined by a Saint was called a crude brick.

His proud trump card had become something to prop up a table leg.

This wasn't just slapping his face; this was peeling off the faces of Guang Chengzi, the Chan Sect behind him, and even his lofty master, Yuanshi Tianzun, layer by layer, throwing them on the ground, and grinding them repeatedly underfoot!

However, amidst this boundless humiliation and despair, Guang Chengzi suddenly felt that the faint connection between himself and the Fan Tian Seal had not yet been completely severed!

A trace of a weak primordial spirit imprint, like a candle in the wind, still stubbornly existed deep within the magical treasure.

Right! Master's restriction!

It was a method laid down by a Saint; how could it be so easily erased!

Everything that had just happened was merely this demon's illusion! He hadn't truly refined the Fan Tian Seal at all!

In an instant, a flame called hope reignited from Guang Chengzi's dead heart, instantly turning into a prairie fire.

His eyes once again burst with a mad gleam. Ignoring the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, forming an unfathomably profound hand seal.

"Retrieve!"

A hoarse roar was squeezed from the depths of Guang Chengzi's throat.

He poured out the last wisp of power from his primordial spirit, madly activating the secret recall technique personally passed down by the Saint, attempting to snatch the Fan Tian Seal back from Qin Feng's grasp!

As long as he could get the Fan Tian Seal back, even if it meant his spirit and form would be annihilated today, he would make this demon pay the price!

Seeing Guang Chengzi's actions, Yu Ding Zhenren and the others' eyes also flashed with a hint of hope.

However, facing Guang Chengzi's desperate struggle, Qin Feng couldn't even be bothered to lift an eyelid.

He merely pouted impatiently, as if annoyed by the chirping of this ant.

Then, his right hand, holding the Fan Tian Seal, applied a slight pressure with his fingers.

Just a gentle squeeze.

"Hmm?"

Guang Chengzi, who was madly performing his spell, suddenly froze.

He felt an indescribable, incomprehensible, and even unimaginable terrifying power, like a chaotic grinding mill, descend into the very core of the Fan Tian Seal.

That power ignored all the Saint's restrictions laid down by his master, and like a destructive force, it crushed everything in its path.

The trace of primordial spirit imprint he had left in the deepest part of the magical treasure, a trace billions of times finer than a strand of hair, could not even struggle in the face of this power. It was instantly crushed into the most primitive void.

Immediately after, an irresistible tearing sensation, along the already severed connection, violently backlashed!

"No--!"

Guang Chengzi let out a piercing howl that was not human.

The feeling was as if a large chunk of his primordial spirit had been forcibly torn away and then thrown into chaotic flames to be burned for billions of years!

Pfft!

A mouthful of purple heart's blood, mixed with fragments of his primordial spirit, spewed from Guang Chengzi's mouth, turning into a mist of blood in the air.

The last trace of connection between him and the Fan Tian Seal was completely, cleanly, and cruelly severed!

Guang Chengzi's body trembled violently, the light in his eyes dimmed at a visible speed, and his aura plummeted like an avalanche. He instantly fell from the peak of Grand Unity Golden Immortal to Taiyi, Golden Immortal... and finally, he could barely maintain the cultivation of a Heavenly Immortal.

He looked as if all his vital energy and spirit had been drained. His white hair turned withered and yellow, and his skin became covered with wrinkles, like an old mortal on the verge of death.

His primordial spirit was severely damaged, and his Dao foundation was completely destroyed.

Even if a Saint intervened, he could not be saved.

"Senior Brother!"

Yu Ding Zhenren and the others were terrified out of their wits. They rushed forward to support the swaying Guang Chengzi, only to feel his body was ice-cold to the touch, no different from a corpse.

It was over.

Completely over.

His own life-bound supreme treasure had been snatched away by someone in a single encounter, and all its imprints had been erased on the spot.

Guang Chengzi had never imagined that there could be such a terrifying existence in the Primordial World.

He raised his unfocused gaze and looked across at the opposite side.

He saw Qin Feng casually tossing the Fan Tian Seal, which now completely belonged to him, between two fingers, as if playing with two ordinary iron walnuts.

That relaxed and carefree posture, that nonchalant expression, deeply stung Guang Chengzi's eyes.

An unprecedented fear, originating from the deepest part of his soul, like a breached dam, instantly drowned all his reason.

This was not a battle.

This isn't a battle.

It's a god toying with an ant that doesn't know its place.

Guang Chengzi's body went limp, his legs no longer able to support his weight. If Yu Ding Zhenren hadn't been holding him tightly, he would have collapsed from mid-air.

In the void, the divine senses of the great powers who had been lucky enough to escape were now completely silent.

If Qin Feng's punching through Golden Immortals one by one had shattered their worldview.

If Qin Feng's bare-handed block of the Fan Tian Seal had torn their souls apart.

Then Qin Feng's casual erasure of Saint-level restrictions and primordial spirit imprints now had them doubting their entire understanding of the world.

Erasing a Saint's mark?

What a joke!

That was a method left by a Saint! The embodiment of the highest laws under the Heavenly Dao!

Let alone Quasi-Saints like them, even other Saints would have to expend considerable effort to erase another Saint's restrictions, it would be impossible to do so with such ease and grace!

Yet, the person before them had done it.

He had done it as easily as eating and drinking.

What did this mean?

It meant his realm, his level, had far surpassed the scope of Saints!

Above Saints?!

The moment this thought surfaced, the divine senses of all the great powers felt as if they had been seared by a branding iron. They trembled violently in unison, almost collapsing on the spot.

Inside the Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng collapsed on the ground, his eyes vacant. He muttered incessantly, "Impossible... this is absolutely impossible... how can there be a being above the Heavenly Dao..."

As if remembering something, he shuddered violently. He scrambled frantically to the depths of the palace, activating all the defensive formations, vowing not to emerge until the end of the world-ending tribulation.

And amidst the dead silence, Qin Feng seemed to have grown bored.

With a flip of his wrist, the Fan Tian Seal that had destroyed Guang Chengzi's foundation was casually put away by him, its whereabouts unknown.

Immediately, Qin Feng's gaze slowly swept over the Chan Sect immortals opposite him, who had long lost all will to fight and were like lambs awaiting slaughter.

A playful smile appeared on his face.

"Is that all?"

"I haven't had my fill yet."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thousand soul-piercing swords, stabbing fiercely into the hearts of Guang Chengzi, Yu Ding Zhenren, and the others.

Haven't had his fill?

You crippled eleven of our Twelve Golden Immortals, destroyed our senior disciple's foundation, and stole the Chan Sect's supreme treasure, and you're still saying you haven't had enough?

An indescribable surge of shame and humiliation washed over them, causing the few remaining conscious Golden Immortals to tremble with rage, their faces turning a liverish color.

But they didn't dare to act, not even daring to show an angry glare.

In the face of absolute, crushing power, all emotions were superfluous.

Qin Feng completely ignored their pathetic pride. His figure flickered, and he appeared before Guang Chengzi as if teleporting.

He walked forward step by step, slowly.

The sound of his footsteps, though inaudible, was like the tolling of death knells, heavily striking the hearts of every Chan Sect immortal.

Finally, Qin Feng stopped in front of Guang Chengzi. He looked down at the Chan Sect's chief disciple, who was now like a useless husk, a mocking curve at the corner of his lips. He asked softly:

"Your Chan Sect is said to have the most treasures, right?"

"Do you have anything else fun? Bring it out and let me have a look?"

This question was more insulting than any direct attack.

It made them feel ten thousand times worse than killing them!

Guang Chengzi let out an unintelligible "Hoo hoo" sound from his throat. His eyes rolled back, and he was so overcome with shame and anger that he actually fainted on the spot, infuriated to death.