Qin Feng looked at the utterly humble figure beneath his feet, and the mockery at the corners of his lips deepened.
"Your backbone is much softer than I imagined."
Boom!
Those lightly spoken words were like the final straw that broke the camel's back, utterly shattering the last—and only—thing called "dignity" in Ancestor Minghe's heart.
All the pride he had cultivated over countless millennia, all his arrogance, all the dignity of a top Great Power of the primordial world, were ground to pieces by those words at that moment, without even a trace of ash remaining.
Ancestor Minghe's body stopped trembling.
He remained prostrated on the ground, utterly motionless, as though he had turned into a statue.
Yet within the shadowed depths of his eyes, every last trace of light completely dimmed at that instant.
His Dao Heart had completely shattered.
For a Quasi-Saint who had lived for countless ages, this was even more agonizing than being killed outright.
Seeing his utterly despondent state, Qin Feng could not be bothered to mock him any further.
When killing someone, there was no need to go overboard.
Since he had already completely broken this fellow's spine, there was no need to waste any more words.
Keeping him alive still had some use.
Qin Feng slowly raised his hand and extended a finger.
At his fingertip, a wisp of Chaos Qi, deeper than the void and more ancient than the stars, slowly condensed.
It was neither Magic Power nor a divine ability, but a pure manifestation of laws.
Seeing this, Ancestor Minghe, who had just fallen into dead silence, felt his entire Primordial Spirit tremble violently once more.
He thought the other party was finally going to kill him.
Endless despair and unwillingness surged through his heart, yet he did not even dare