"Wasn't your Chan Sect supposed to have the most treasures?"
"Do you have anything else interesting? Bring it all out and broaden my horizons."
Qin Feng's words, utterly humiliating in the extreme, echoed through Yu Ding Zhenren and the others' minds like demonic whispers.
Every word was like a red-hot blade, viciously gouging at their already shattered immortal hearts.
Unbearable humiliation!
Since the Chan Sect had been founded, it had never suffered such unbearable humiliation!
Yu Ding Zhenren, Puxian Zhenren, Cihang Daoren, and the others turned purple-red with rage. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, their teeth grinding so hard they nearly shattered every one of them.
But they did not dare move.
They did not even dare reveal the slightest killing intent.
Because the terror this man inspired had seeped into their bones, surpassing even their fear of death itself.
Amid this deathly silence, this suffocating atmosphere of extreme oppression—
The unconscious Guang Chengzi was held up by Yu Ding Zhenren like a piece of trash.
The remaining Golden Immortals stood there humbly like prisoners awaiting judgment.
The entire Skeleton Mountain, and even the billions of miles around it, fell utterly silent because of this one-sided slaughter.
Suddenly.
Boom—!!!
An indescribable, supreme, terrifying pressure that stood above all Daos descended without warning from the endless void beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens!
This pressure was not aimed at any one person. It blanketed the entire eastern continent of the Primordial World!
In an instant, the wind stopped, the clouds froze, and time itself seemed to be sealed.
Every law and every trace of Dao rhythm between heaven and earth let out a cry of unbearable strain, then meekly prostrated themselves, as though welcoming their supreme sovereign.
"This... this is..."
In the void, the Spiritual Senses of the Great Powers that had yet to withdraw were struck dumb as if by lightning!
Within Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed drastically. The Book of Earth in his hand flashed wildly as streams of Mysterious Yellow Qi descended, barely protecting the temple.
"A Saint! A Saint has made a move!"
Ancestor Hong Yun went pale with fright, his voice trembling.
Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace.
Kunpeng had only just fled into a secret chamber and had not even caught his breath when the pressure forced him down with a thud. He sprawled prostrate on the ground, without even the strength to lift a finger.
His eyes were filled with fear a hundred times deeper than when he had faced Qin Feng before.
"A... Saint's Wrath... Yuanshi Tianzun! It's Yuanshi Tianzun!"
Inside Fire Cloud Cave, Human Emperor Xuanyuan, Earth Emperor Shennong, and Heavenly Emperor Fuxi—three Great Powers at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm—all paled at once. They groaned and coughed up traces of blood.
The mere pressure that leaked out had already lightly injured them!
"What domineering pressure! Yuanshi has truly been enraged!" Emperor Xuanyuan wiped the blood from his lips, his eyes filled with gravity.
Fuxi looked at the Eight Trigrams Compass before him, now reduced to dust, and smiled bitterly. "After the younger ones were beaten, the elder finally couldn't sit still. This has truly become a major matter."
Kunlun Mountain, Jade Void Palace.
Yuanshi Tianzun, seated high upon his cloud couch as if he had existed alongside heaven, earth, and eternity, finally opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
There was no anger, no joy, not the slightest emotion belonging to a living being.
There was only endless indifference and coldness, like two chaotic stars containing the Great Dao of extinction.
Beneath the Heavenly Dao, all were ants.
A Saint was the will of the Heavenly Dao.
The Fan Tian Seal had been taken, the Twelve Golden Immortals had suffered a crushing defeat, and Guang Chengzi's Dao foundation had been destroyed.
This chain of events was no longer merely a slap to the face. Someone was attempting to provoke the majesty of the Heavenly Dao itself.
Yuanshi Tianzun's gaze crossed endless time and space, ignoring every spatial barrier, and fell directly upon Skeleton Mountain—upon that green-robed figure.
The next moment.
A cold, majestic, unquestionable voice exploded above Skeleton Mountain like a decree of the Heavenly Dao.
"Fellow Daoist, you have overstepped."
Though there were only five words, each contained the supreme might of Words Manifested into Law.
Every syllable turned into tangible chains of order, winding toward Qin Feng from all directions to suppress and imprison him, to force him to kneel upon the ground and repent before the majesty of a Saint!
That terrifying power, enough to shatter even a Quasi-Saint's mind, crashed down upon Qin Feng like an invisible divine mountain.
Seeing this scene and hearing that familiar voice, Yu Ding Zhenren and the others, who had already fallen into despair, froze for a moment before wild delight erupted across their faces!
"It's Master!"
"Master has acted!"
"Hahaha! Demon! You're dead! A Saint has personally intervened. No matter how capable you are, you cannot escape death!"
Cihang Daoren was so excited that tears filled his eyes. It was as if he had risen from hell back into heaven in an instant, and his gaze toward Qin Feng was filled with vicious delight.
To them, the outcome was already decided.
Below a Saint, all were ants.
No matter how strong your fleshly body or how vast your divine abilities, before a true Saint, you were merely a slightly sturdier grasshopper that could be crushed with a single finger!
However.
Under the Saint's pressure, enough to crush the heavens of eternity.
Within the power of Words Manifested into Law, enough to imprison everything.
Qin Feng's figure remained as upright as a pine.
Forget being forced to kneel—even the hem of his robes did not so much as stir.
That terrifying pressure, enough to make heaven and earth change color, fell upon him like the gentlest spring breeze brushing across his face, leaving not the slightest trace.
The entire scene fell silent.
The wild delight on Yu Ding Zhenren and the others' faces froze instantly.
The hope and satisfaction that had just flared to life were like flames doused by a basin of ice water, extinguished in an instant, leaving only endless coldness and bewilderment.
This... how was this possible?!
That was a Saint's pressure!
How could he be completely unharmed?!
Amid the ghost-struck stares of everyone present, Qin Feng slowly raised his head and looked toward Kunlun Mountain.
A cold, mocking curve lifted at the corner of his lips.
"Overstepped?"
His voice was not loud, yet it contained a power that ignored all obstacles. It spread clearly through the Three Realms and Six Paths, exploding directly within Jade Void Palace.
"Your Chan Sect disciples relied on their status as Saint's disciples to bully my friend first. Then the shameless Twelve Golden Immortals set up a grand formation on my Skeleton Mountain to besiege me."
"And now you tell me that I have overstepped?"
Qin Feng's voice suddenly rose like thunder from the Ninth Heaven, making the entire Primordial World hum and tremble!
"Yuanshi!"
"Today's matter has only just begun!"
Boom!!!
That cry of "Yuanshi," that declaration of "has only just begun," exploded like a Chaos Divine Thunder within the depths of the Primordial Spirits of every Great Power watching in secret!
At that moment, the entire Primordial World sank completely into absolute, deathly silence.
Inside Northern Darkness Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng, who had just managed to rise halfway, rolled his eyes back and kicked his legs out before fainting dead away from fright.
Within Wuzhuang Temple, the Book of Earth fell from Zhen Yuanzi's hand with a slap. Yet he noticed nothing, merely standing beside Ancestor Hong Yun with his mouth agape, like two dried-up statues.
Inside Fire Cloud Cave, Emperor Xuanyuan, Fuxi, and Shennong, the three Sovereign Emperors of humanity, sprang to their feet in unison, their faces filled with world-shattering shock and horror.
Mad!
This world had completely gone mad!
Someone... someone actually dared to speak a Saint's true name aloud!
Someone actually dared to openly provoke a Primordial Saint before the entire Primordial World!
And he did so with the bearing of a superior looking down upon an inferior, making a proclamation!
This was not a challenge. This was a declaration of war!
Yu Ding Zhenren and the others were completely stunned. Their minds were blank, and they had lost even the ability to think.
They could only stare dumbly at that green-robed figure, still standing with his hands clasped behind his back, whose aura even seemed to faintly overwhelm the Saint's pressure. They felt their worldview, their outlook on life, and their values being utterly ground into powder at that very moment.
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