The moment the words fell, the whole world seemed to have pressed the pause button.
The Sanskrit Chants Zen chant that resounded throughout the world came to an abrupt end.
The seven-colored precious light that illuminated all things suddenly stagnated and almost went out on the spot.
In the main hall, the air seemed to be completely frozen at this moment.
The four goddesses Shi Ji, Yao Ji, Chang'e, and Long Ji all froze with worried, eager, and angry expressions on their faces.
Their brains, at this moment, seemed to have been emptied out and fell into an absolute blank.
They... what did they hear?
Qin Feng... He... he just said... that the saint's face is related to his slap?
This is no longer humiliating.
This is a naked provocation! In front of all the Great Powerss in the three realms, you are pointing at the saint's nose and scolding him!
Crazy!
This guy must be crazy!
The four women took a breath almost simultaneously and looked at Qin Feng with eyes full of unprecedented horror and fear.
That is Heavenly Dao Saint! The supreme existence that is immortal and indestructible!
How dare you... how dare you say such a thing!
And Saint Zhunti, standing in the center of the hall, the smile on his face finally froze for the first time at this moment.
The look of suffering and compassion that had lasted for hundreds of millions of years seemed to have been engraved on his face, like a clumsy mask frozen by eternal black ice, with the slightest cracks appearing.
The moment he heard those words, his pupils suddenly shrank into dangerous needlepoints.
An indescribable terrifying anger that is enough to freeze the entire Primordial World universe is brewing, boiling, and exploding crazily in the depths of those ancient and unwavering eyes!
Zhunti's smile disappeared, replaced by endless coldness.
It is a kind of absolute indifference and murderous intention that originates from the origin of a saint and is superior to all living beings.
His clone was just here to explore the way, and its power was not even one ten thousandth of the original body.
But what the clone represents is the face of a saint!
Saints cannot be insulted!
This is the iron law of heaven that no one has dared to challenge for hundreds of millions of years!
"Shu Zi!"
An angry shout was no longer as gentle as before, but turned into rolling thunder, as if the Nine Heavens Divine Punishment had come to the world, shaking the entire Goddess Palace violently.
"How dare you insult me!"
Boom!
With this roar, Zhunti's clone no longer tried to hide anything, and the terrifying pressure belonging to the saint, like the bursting of the Milky Way, poured down from the nine heavens, crushing hard towards Qin Feng!
This is not the kind of transformational power that boiled frogs in warm water before, but the pure and destructive power of a saint!
Under this pressure, the space collapsed inch by inch, and the laws were wailing.
The four girls, Shi Ji, Yao Ji, Chang'e, and Long Ji, are the first to bear the brunt!
They only felt as if their Primordial Spirit was being grasped by an invisible big hand and was about to be crushed into powder. Magic Power was completely stagnant in the body, and even moving a finger became a luxury.
Yao Ji's Plain Cloud Boundary Banner's light dimmed, Long Ji's Dew and Universe Net let out a mournful cry and fell directly from mid-air.
The pretty faces of the four goddesses turned pale as paper in an instant, traces of blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies were crumbling, as if they would be crushed into dust by this pressure in the next second!
Too scary!
Is this the true power of a saint?
Even just one clone is enough to make them Daluo Golden Immortal unable to even think of resisting!
It's over!
Qin Feng really lost it this time!
This is the desperate thought that arises in the hearts of the four women at the same time.
However, just when they were about to collapse, when the overwhelming pressure of the saint was about to touch the man behind them, a strange and unique scene happened.
I saw that violent and oppressive torrent, when it was within three feet of Qin Feng, it seemed to have encountered some kind of insurmountable natural chasm, and it automatically diverted to both sides.
But Qin Feng, who was at the center of the storm, was still sitting firmly on the main seat, motionless.
Not to mention being injured, even the steam rising from the tea cup in front of him was not disordered in the slightest.
On his body surface, a layer of faint, almost transparent Chaos Qi flow was flowing slowly and slowly.
It is this thin layer of airflow that completely isolates the monstrous Saintly Might that is enough to crush Daluo Golden Immortal, as if Qing Feng is blowing over the mountains without causing any ripples.
The body of chaos, Invulnerable to All Magic!
"Huh?"
A hint of surprise flashed across the fiery eyes of the Zhunti clone.
He couldn't understand what he saw before him.
The pressure of his saint, even if it is only issued by a clone, is enough to make any Daluo Golden Immortal kneel down on the spot, and their souls will collapse.
But the man in front of him was completely ignored?
What kind of magical power is that?
What kind of constitution is that?
There was no time to think too much, the dignity of the saint did not allow him to hesitate for a moment.
"Since you are looking for death, Pindao will help you!"
The clone of Zhunti roared angrily, and Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand suddenly swiped forward!
Buzz--!
The colorful rays of light surged ten thousand times, turning into a divine light that spanned the sky and the earth, as if it was going to cut open the entire Skeleton Mountain!
The rays of light contained the power of the terrifying law that could destroy nothing and destroy nothing. Wherever it passed, bottomless black cracks were created in the void.
This is the full blow of the saint's magic weapon!
Seeing Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree brushing towards Qin Feng, the hearts of the four goddesses almost stopped beating at this moment.
They watched the devastating ray of light helplessly, but they couldn't even give a warning. They could only cry out in despair in their hearts.
Get away!
However, Qin Feng still did not move.
He didn't even change his posture, he just slowly raised his head and looked at the colorful ray of light that could destroy everything, with a trace of deep disdain flashing in his eyes.
It seemed that it was not an angry blow from a saint's treasure, but a flashy fireworks display.
Under the desperate gazes of the four goddesses, and under the ferocious gaze of Zhunti's clone with a hint of doubt.
Qin Feng, slowly raised his right hand.
There are no Magic Power fluctuations, no rules appear, it is just so simple and unremarkable.
Then, he slapped the colorful rays of light that broke through the sky with one palm.
This palm seemed so slow and weak.
Like a mortal waving away an annoying fly.
This scene made the Zhunti clone's eyes even more ferocious. He seemed to have seen the scene where Qin Feng and his palm were turned into nothingness by Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.
However, the next moment.
A scene that made all the gods and Buddhas lose their voices happened.
The ordinary fleshy palm and the colorful rays of light that destroyed the heaven and earth finally touched each other.
There is no earth-shattering loud noise, no explosion of lawful collision.
The colorful ray of light that could wipe away all things, the moment it touched the palm of Qin Feng, was like ice and snow under the scorching sun, or like charcoal fire with water poured on it.
With a sneer, it quickly melted and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into nothingness!
In just a blink of an eye, the mighty Seven-Colored Divine Light disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
"What?!"
Zhunti's clone's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The ferocity and anger on his face were instantly replaced by a look of extreme horror and disbelief.
His Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree... has failed?
How is this possible!
This is the magic weapon of a saint! It is the treasure of his enlightenment!
How could the divine light be so easily shot away by a palm?
His saint Dao Heart, at this moment, was shaken like never before!
However, Qin Feng's palm, after scattering the glow, remained unabated.
With the same unhurried and leisurely posture, as if walking in the park, he passed through the various spaces and stamped his face towards the Zhunti clone's completely dull face.
"No--!"
Zhunti's clone finally recovered from the boundless shock and let out a scream that was so frightened that it changed its tone.
He wanted to dodge, retreat, and urge Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree again.
However, he was shocked to find that the time and space around him seemed to be completely imprisoned by an unimaginable force!
He can't move!
His saint clone was like a mosquito sealed in amber. He could only watch helplessly as the palm that kept enlarging in his pupils got closer and closer to his face.
The shadow of death has never enveloped him so clearly.
Even as a clone, he felt the fear of complete annihilation originating from the depths of his soul!
He can't figure it out!
He can't understand!
Who is this man in front of me? What kind of monster is he?!
Why can he imprison the saint's clone?
Why can his palm possess such World Creation power?!
Under the horrified gaze of Zhunti's clone, that seemingly ordinary palm was finally stamped firmly on his face.
There was no loud noise as expected.
Not even a crisp slap sound.
In the entire hall, there was only an extremely slight "pop" sound, like a bubble bursting.
Immediately afterwards.
Zhunti's saint clone, together with the horror on his face, together with the powerful Primordial World phantom of Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand, together with all his power that is enough to crush all living beings...
Just like that, like a soap bubble popped by a naughty child.
With a "bang", it turned into golden light spots all over the sky, gorgeous but short-lived.
The breeze blew by, and the light spots disappeared without a trace.
The clone of Western Teachings Saint, who was previously so arrogant and powerful that he could dominate the world, was just... wiped away with a slap.