High above, a purple Phoenix of flame obscured the sky.
It was an incarnation of death made of Netherworld Ghost Fire. With each flap of its wings, it caused a large area of space to twist and shatter, and the cold, deathly aura it emitted was enough to freeze even the Primordial Spirit of Daluo Golden Immortal.
On the battlefield below, all living beings, whether immortals or mortals, trembled under this aura, their souls filled with the most primal fear.
It's over.
Wen Zhong's heart had sunk into an abyss.
This was the ultimate strike by the Daoist Burning Lamp, a desperate gamble with his very essence; its power was already infinitely close to that of a sage.
This senior, in the end, still...
In the distant clouds, the expressions of the Twelve Golden Immortals were extremely complex.
They both hoped that the traitor Randeng would be killed on the spot, and feared that after Qin Feng's death, they would have to face this Quasi-Saint who had gone completely insane alone.
As for Daoist Burning Lamp, his withered old face had become flushed with a sickly redness, and the resentment and madness in his eyes had reached their peak. He stared intently at Qin Feng, as if he could already see his fate of being annihilated.
"Die!"
With a hoarse roar, the Purple Fire Phoenix let out a sharp, soul-tearing cry, transforming into a purple streak of light that could incinerate everything, and swooped down!
Faced with this devastating attack, Qin Feng finally dropped his spectator expression.
He pursed his lips, as if he was somewhat impatient.
"Playing with fire? You're not qualified."
Before he finished speaking, Qin Feng flipped his wrist, and a small, unremarkable, even somewhat plain, golden bucket appeared in his palm.
The golden jar showed no shimmering light or Daoist aura; it looked just like a measuring tool used by ordinary peasant women to measure rice.
It's a replica obtained from the system's daily check-in system— the Primal Chaos Golden Dou!
Qin Feng didn't even glance at the swooping purple fire Phoenix; he simply tossed the golden bucket in his hand into the sky.
"Receive."
A single, soft syllable was uttered.
The golden goblet grew longer in the wind, instantly transforming into a huge golden vortex. A filthy, turbid yellow light shot out from the center of the vortex, descending upon the majestic purple fire Phoenix!
"Eh--!"
A mournful cry, piercingly sharp, suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
The once invincible Phoenix of flames, composed of Netherworld Ghost Fire, instantly became like a flame doused with endless filth the moment it was enveloped by that yellow light. Its purple flames flickered wildly and quickly dimmed.
Its enormous body, like a punctured balloon, began to wither and shrink at a visible rate.
The Phoenix's form twisted and dissipated in its struggle, eventually transforming into a wisp of primordial purple flame, which was then swept up by the yellow light and directly absorbed into the Primal Chaos Golden Dou.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
That terrifying, all-encompassing power, that chilling aura that could incinerate the Primordial Spirit, vanished without a trace.
The sky cleared up again.
The Primal Chaos Golden Dou spun around and shrank back to the size of a palm, falling back into Qin Feng's hand as if he had only done a trivial thing.
The entire world fell into an eerie, deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned.
Everyone was petrified.
Wen Zhong stared wide-eyed, his mind blank.
The expressions on the faces of the Twelve Golden Immortals froze completely, as if they had witnessed the most unbelievable supernatural event in the world.
"Puff--!"
A dull thud brought everyone back to reality.
High above, the sickly flushed face of the Daoist Burning Lamp instantly turned ashen white.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood mixed with fragments of his origin, and his aura, like a punctured balloon, collapsed rapidly, instantly becoming extremely weak.
The connection between the Companion Spirit Treasure and the spirit treasure was forcibly defiled and severed!
A desperate, all-or-nothing attack, fueled by the burning of one's very essence, was so easily thwarted!
The double backlash caused terrifying cracks to appear in his Dao foundation!
"No... my Spirit Coffin Palace Lamp..."
The Randeng's eyes were vacant, and he murmured in a dreamlike manner, completely dumbfounded.
In the instant his mind wavered, Qin Feng made his move.
Without any warning, Qin Feng's figure vanished from the spot.
In the next instant, he appeared before Randeng like a ghost.
The hairs on Randeng's body stood on end. Before he could react, a hand rapidly enlarged in his pupils.
Snap!
A crisp, clear slap echoed throughout the entire Xi Qi battlefield, reaching the ears of every living being.
The Randeng sent Ran Deng spinning three times on the spot, half of his cheek swelling up visibly, and several teeth, covered in blood, flew out of his mouth.
He was completely stunned.
who I am?
Where am I?
I got hit?
Before he could recover from these three soul-searching questions, another hand slapped him hard from another direction.
Snap!
Another crisp popping sound rang out.
It's symmetrical now.
Qin Feng slapped Ran Deng's old face repeatedly, his hands Randeng down on it.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
The crisp sound formed a rhythmic melody that echoed between heaven and earth.
The dignified Vice Leader of the Chan Sect, Great Powers at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, was now like a lifeless spinning top, being whipped by Qin Feng and spinning wildly in mid-air, dizzy and disoriented, unable to distinguish east from west.
Teeth mixed with blood and foam flew everywhere, his Daoist robe was torn, his hair was disheveled, and he was in an extremely sorry state.
The Twelve Golden Immortals, watching this scene from afar, fell silent, chilled to the bone.
They felt their worldview being repeatedly crushed and trampled upon by this man.
Finally, Qin Feng seemed to have gotten tired of fighting, or perhaps he just found it boring.
He stopped what he was doing, raised his foot, and kicked Randeng hard in the chest.
Bang!
The body of the Randeng, like a meteorite, fell straight down from the sky, crashing into the ground below and creating a huge, human-shaped crater.
Qin Feng's figure followed him closely, slowly descending.
One foot was gently lifted and stepped on Randeng's face, which was swollen like a pig's head and covered in blood.
He looked down at the so-called Great Powers who had completely lost consciousness and was barely clinging to life, a faint mockery playing on his lips.
Qin Feng bent down and asked softly in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Now, do you still think you can put me on the Investiture of the Gods?"
In the deep pit, the Randeng, trampled underfoot, had its empty eyes turn with difficulty before finally losing all their luster.
His Dao Heart was shattered.
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