The entire battlefield of Xi Qi fell into an eerie silence.
Whether it was the Shang Army charging into battle or the Xi Qi soldiers standing ready for battle, everyone stopped what they were doing and forgot to breathe.
In everyone's pupils, the same scene, enough to overturn one's worldview, is reflected.
Above the sky, the Chaos Giant Hand that blotted out the sun effortlessly held twelve powerful Innate Spiritual Treasure.
Fan Tian Seal, Yin Yang Mirror, Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, Immortal Slaying Sword...
These supreme treasures, which were enough to strike fear into even the Daluo Golden Immortal in the Primordial World, were now like twelve pieces of discarded scrap metal, their luster gone and their spirit lost, held in the palm of that hand like playthings.
Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.
"Glug."
Guang Chengzi swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, making a dry sound.
The color had completely drained from his face, leaving only a deathly pallor, and his hand, gripping the magical artifact, trembled violently and uncontrollably.
Fake.
It must be a hallucination!
How could anyone in this world possibly withstand the full force of the Twelve Golden Immortals ' attack with just one hand?
Even if a sage were to arrive in person, he could not be so relaxed and carefree!
Not only him, but also Chi Jingzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Yu Ding Zhenren... all twelve Golden Immortals had the same expression at this moment.
Shock, horror, and a feeling called fear that spread from the depths of the soul.
Their worldview, their pride as disciples of a saint, were at this moment crushed and rubbed into the ground by that hand, along with their magical artifacts.
However, what made them even more desperate was yet to come.
The man in the blue robe seemed to find it somewhat tedious to carry these twelve pieces of trash with one hand.
With a thought, the Chaos Giant Hand vanished silently.
"Buzz!"
The twelve magical treasures instantly regained their freedom, their radiant light soaring into the sky once more, their Killing Intent surging, continuing their original trajectory as they hurtled towards Qin Feng and Wen Zhong!
Guang Chengzi and the others were stunned at first, then their eyes burst with the wild joy of surviving a disaster!
It was all a bluff!
This guy must have used some secret technique to temporarily imprison the magical artifact; he's exhausted now!
"Kill!"
Guang Chengzi roared, pouring all his shame and anger into his magic weapon, activating the Fan Tian Seal, determined to crush this madman who dared to challenge their authority into dust!
But the next second, the ecstasy on their faces froze completely.
Qin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, a layer of chaotic-colored shield as thin as a cicada's wing appearing around him. The shield looked so light that it seemed as if it could be pierced with a single finger.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Fan Tian Seal, carrying the immense power to suppress mountains and rivers, slammed fiercely onto the protective barrier!
The death ray from the Yin Yang Mirror pierced through the void and struck the protective shield!
The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, the Immortal Slaying Sword, the Immortal Binding Rope... twelve Innate Spiritual Treasure, like twelve raging meteors, bombarded that thin protective layer with madness and without reservation!
In an instant, the entire world lost its color, large swathes of the void shattered, and a destructive energy storm tore the clouds within a hundred miles to shreds!
However, the thin protective shield did not even ripple.
Qin Feng stood inside the protective barrier, his black hair still and his clothes unfurled, as if the world-destroying attack outside was nothing but a non-existent illusion.
He even had the leisure to turn his head and give Wen Zhong, who was staring in disbelief, a warm smile.
" Grand Tutor Wen, please step back and observe the battle."
His voice wasn't loud, but it reached Wen Zhong's ears clearly, carrying a reassuring magic.
"Watch how I get justice for you."
Wen Zhong opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He stared blankly at Qin Feng's profile, his mind completely blank.
justice?
Under such a devastating siege, is it still possible to... seek justice?
Above the sky, the Twelve Golden Immortals had completely gone mad.
Their faces flushed red, and they exerted every ounce of strength they had, their magical Magic Power surging forth like a flood from a burst dam, pouring into the magical artifact.
But that protective barrier was like an insurmountable chasm, Mount Tai as Mount Tai and unmoved no matter how they attacked it.
This is no longer a contest of magic.
This was a complete and utter one-sided humiliation!
Qin Feng seemed to be getting a little bored as well.
He withdrew his gaze and looked again at the twelve magical artifacts outside the protective barrier that were smashing around like mad dogs. He curled his lip, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
Then, under the horrified gazes of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Qin Feng slowly extended a finger.
A long, slender, white finger, as delicate and beautiful as a piece of jade.
He casually flicked his finger at the twelve imposing Innate Spiritual Treasure outside, all through the protective barrier.
The movements were gentle, as if he were merely brushing a speck of dust off his clothes.
"Bite!"
A clear and melodious sound suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
Immediately afterwards.
"Jingle bells!"
A series of sharp, rapid sounds, like glass beads colliding, suddenly erupted!
Those twelve invincible and renowned Innate Spiritual Treasure trembled all at once the moment Qin Feng flicked his finger!
Then, the dazzling light emanating from them vanished in an instant, like a punctured balloon!
All principles, all power, all spirituality were completely wiped out by that single strike!
They were no longer Innate Spiritual Treasure, but had reverted to twelve pieces of the most primitive, most ordinary... scrap metal.
The next moment, these twelve pieces of scrap metal were as if struck by an indescribable force, flying back at ten times the speed they had come from!
"Puff!"
"Puff puff puff!"
Guang Chengzi and the others were mentally connected to the magical artifact; when the artifact was destroyed, they were also struck as if by a heavy blow.
The bodies of the Twelve Golden Immortals were as if they had been struck head-on by twelve Primordial Divine Mountain, flying backward in unsightly arcs through the air. The blood they spat out was like a free fountain, staining the sky red!
Their faces turned deathly pale in an instant, their breaths became extremely weak, and their eyes were filled with an overwhelming sense of horror and fear.
One finger!
Just one finger!
They destroyed all twelve of their Destiny Magic Treasure and severely injured all twelve of them in the process!
What terrifying power this is!
What kind of heaven-defying divine power is this?
saint!
This person is absolutely a saint!
Moreover, they were the most powerful beings, even surpassing their master in terrifying numbers!
A thought they dared not even imagine exploded simultaneously in the minds of the Twelve Golden Immortals, chilling them to the bone and making them feel as if they had fallen into the deepest abyss.
On the battlefield, Qin Feng slowly withdrew the chaotic protective shield.
He raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the twelve pale-faced, swaying figures in the distant clouds.
His tone contained no anger, no murderous intent, only a pure, deep-seated disdain.
"Twelve pieces of trash."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a series of invisible heavy hammers, slamming into the Dao Heart of the Twelve Golden Immortals.
"You can't even stop one of my fingers, yet you dare to call yourself a disciple of a saint?"
"Go back and tell Yuanshi."
Qin Feng paused, a hint of extreme mockery creeping into the curve of his lips.
"Let him come in person."
"You are not worthy!"
boom!!!
The words "unworthy" exploded in the minds of the Twelve Golden Immortals like billions of Chaos Divine Thunder!
This is a million times more painful for them than killing them!
This is to utterly tear apart their pride as disciples of a sage, and their dignity as Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, and then trample them underfoot!
"You... you..."
Guang Chengzi pointed at Qin Feng, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word. Overwhelmed with anger, he spat out another mouthful of blood and nearly fell from the clouds.
The remaining Golden Immortals were even more ashen-faced, their eyes filled with boundless fear and resentment as they looked at Qin Feng.
But they didn't dare utter a single harsh word.
Because they knew that in front of this man, they were truly less than ants.
"Roll!"
Qin Feng uttered a single word calmly.
The Twelve Golden Immortals, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, dared not linger for even a moment. Enduring their severe injuries, they each mounted their tattered cloud beams and fled in a disheveled and desperate manner toward Kunlun Mountain, like stray dogs.