The battlefield of Xi Qi was in complete disarray.
All eyes were fixed on the enormous, human-shaped crater.
Qin Feng's foot was still on Randeng's face, which was swollen like a pig's head and completely unrecognizable.
Beneath his feet, the once arrogant and domineering Vice Leader of the Chan Sect now lay like a dead dog at the bottom of the pit, his breath extremely weak, unable to even move a finger.
My Dao Heart is shattered.
His cultivation was just one step away from complete collapse, leaving him a cripple.
Qin Feng showed no pity. He slowly began to exert force with his feet, preparing to completely end the cultivation path of this Quasi-Saint Great Powers.
From afar, the Twelve Golden Immortals watched with trepidation, yet none dared to step forward to stop them.
Their gazes toward Randeng were complex, containing disdain, disgust, and a hint of the thrill of a rabbit hunting an eagle.
But just as Qin Feng's feet were about to land and completely destroy the Randeng,...
A sudden change has occurred!
Boom!
Without warning, the boundless sky above seemed to be torn open by an invisible hand, creating a huge rift!
One eye.
An eye, so enormous it defies description, composed entirely of endless celestial light and Great Dao Runes, slowly opened from behind the crack.
Those pupils were pure gold, devoid of any emotion, cold, indifferent, and aloof, as if the very heavens themselves were looking down upon the ants beneath their feet.
An overwhelming, majestic, and chilling pressure, like a burst dam in the Milky Way, crashed down upon the entire battlefield of Xi Qi!
Faced with this overwhelming pressure, the Quasi-Saint aura that Daoist Burning Lamp previously displayed was like a small stream encountering a vast ocean, unable to even create a ripple.
Click! Click!
Under this oppressive force, the entire battlefield space, like fragile glass, groaned under the unbearable pressure and began to crumble and disintegrate!
"Enough!"
A furious roar came from behind the enormous eye of divine light.
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to contain the supreme Heavenly Might of the universe's creation and destruction, like a decree of heaven, resounding deep within the soul of every living being!
The moment the sound appeared, Qin Feng paused slightly.
It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but rather that an irresistible and incomprehensible force of law forcibly imprisoned the spacetime around him.
His feet were clearly on Randeng's face, yet it felt as if there was a world between them, and he could not move an inch further.
Immediately afterwards, endless celestial light and purple energy converged from the cracked sky, quickly condensing into a blurry yet extremely majestic figure.
The figure wore a Yuqing Purity Divine Firmament Crown and a Nine-Colored Cloud Mist Robe, surrounded by countless Great Dao Runes. Simply standing there quietly, it became the sole center of the entire world.
He is the Dao.
He is reason.
He is one of the supreme rulers of this universe!
Yuanshi Tianzun!
"Master!"
"Welcome, Master!"
The moment they saw this figure appear, the Twelve Golden Immortals in the distance were stunned for a moment, and then their faces burst with unprecedented joy, as if they had survived a calamity!
They were all trembling with excitement, and knelt down respectfully before the figure, performing a full prostration, their voices hoarse with emotion.
Master has arrived!
Their backer, the most powerful being in the Primordial World, has finally arrived!
The pride and confidence that had been completely shattered after Qin Feng had repeatedly humiliated them were instantly restored at this moment, even swelling a hundred times more than before!
The look in their eyes as they looked at Qin Feng instantly shifted from fear to undisguised resentment and schadenfreude.
You brat!
Keep being arrogant!
No matter how powerful you are, no matter Magic Power Tong Tian your magic, before a sage, you are ultimately just an ant that can be crushed at will!
The majestic Dharma Form of Yuanshi Tianzun did not even glance at the Twelve Golden Immortals kneeling on the ground, nor did it look at Randeng, who was being trampled underfoot.
It was as if the disheveled state and even the lives of his disciples were of no importance to him.
He simply pointed casually and lightly in the direction of the Randeng.
An indescribable, irresistible, and even incomprehensible mighty force appeared out of thin air.
That force didn't cause any disturbance, but it directly impacted reality.
Qin Feng, who was stepping on Randeng's face, felt a gentle yet completely irresistible force that pushed his body away from Randeng by several steps.
At the same time, the Daoist Burning Lamp at the bottom of the pit and barely breathing, was enveloped by another force and disappeared into the pit. The next moment, he appeared next to the Dharma Form of the Yuanshi Tianzun.
From beginning to end, Yuanshi Tianzun didn't even glance at Qin Feng.
That utter disregard, that indifference that comes from the very core, reveals the superior attitude of a saint far more effectively than any angry roar.
Only now did those cold, merciless eyes, composed of celestial light, finally turn and land on the Green-robed Figure below.
The moment that gaze fell upon him, Qin Feng felt the laws of heaven and earth around him change instantly.
The whole world seemed to be rejecting him, loathing him, and wanting to completely erase him from the very source of his existence.
An undisguised, chilling killing intent, like a materialized blade, locked onto Qin Feng's Primordial Spirit.
"Time and again, they have thwarted the important affairs of my Chan Sect and harmed my disciples."
The voice of the Yuanshi Tianzun was devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if he were proclaiming a pre-written judgment of the Heavenly Dao.
"You, this variable, should be completely erased from this world today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't give Qin Feng any chance to explain, or rather, in his eyes, Qin Feng was an ant who didn't even have the right to explain.
The majestic Dharma Form of the saint slowly raised its right hand.
A single finger, as clear as jade, swirling with a terrifying aura as if the World Creation, simply pointed down at Qin Feng below.
This finger strike looked ordinary, and was even extremely slow.
But the moment it pointed out, the entire Primordial World seemed to let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden.
Wherever that finger passed, time stood still, space collapsed, and countless laws of the Great Dao retreated like subjects fearing their king, clearing an absolute path to destruction.
This single finger strike is enough to crush the sun, moon, and stars!
This single finger strike is enough to cause Great Luo Immortal to bleed and Quasi-Saint to perish!
This is the kind of obliteration that belongs to saints— their Words Manifested into Law become law!
Faced with this strike that represented the judgment of Heaven, Qin Feng simply raised his head slowly. Not only was there no fear on his face, but a playful smile appeared on his lips.