The large, slender, fair hand did not strike down as everyone had expected.
Just as he was about to touch the golden light that was charging up like a mad dog, Qin Feng's palm abruptly stopped in mid-air.
He seemed to suddenly remember something, his brows furrowed slightly, and he withdrew his hand with a hint of disgust. He even took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped his fingertips, which had just been exposed to the air.
"Tsk."
Qin Feng clicked his tongue, turned to look at Houtu beside him who was on the verge of exploding, and spoke in a calm tone as if he were discussing the weather.
"Honey, a thief who doesn't know the rules has broken into the house. You should go and deal with it."
"My newly changed clothes are tainted with bad luck and will be difficult to wash."
This scene, however, took on a different meaning in the eyes of Ksitigarbha, who was in a state of madness.
Ksitigarbha, who had been bracing himself for a "devastating blow," suddenly had a surge of wild joy in his bloodshot eyes when he saw Qin Feng suddenly stop.
It's stopped?
He actually stopped!
What does this tell us?
This proves that everything just now was indeed fake!
This shows that this pretty boy simply doesn't have the strength to directly confront a peak Quasi-Saint attack! He's scared! He's been exposed!
"Hahahaha! Qin Feng! You really are all show and no substance!"
Ksitigarbha laughed until tears streamed down his face, his laughter carrying a kind of euphoric madness born of surviving a catastrophe and a sense of having seen through everything.
The golden light around him burned even more fiercely, his speed increased rather than decreased, and the staff in his hand, carrying a terrifying power capable of shattering the void, passed Qin Feng and pointed directly at Houtu's brow.
" Houtu! You are at your last gasp!"
"To maintain this image of a sage, you must have expended a lot of your saintly essence, right?"
"Today, this humble monk will unleash a massacre, exposing you hypocritical dogs to your true colors... Ah?!"
Before the last word was even finished, it turned into a distorted scream.
Because he saw that Houtu, who in his eyes was already at her limit, slowly raised her head.
Those eyes, which were originally gentle and tender, now resembled two bottomless, icy pools.
There was no angry roar.
There was no hysterical rebuttal.
There was only a cold indifference, like looking at a dead person.
"How dare you disrespect him!"
Houtu parted her red lips slightly, her voice so cold it seemed to freeze the soul.
She didn't need any complicated incantations or magical artifacts.
Faced with the overwhelming onslaught of Buddhist light and the staff, she simply made a very basic movement.
The small hand that Qin Feng had just been holding and playing with in his palm was gently raised and pressed down into the air.
It's like swatting an annoying fly.
boom--!!!
For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
The entire sky of the Netherworld collapsed.
No.
To be precise, it was the laws of the entire Earthly Dao that materialized at this moment.
What kind of terrifying power was that?
That is the will of billions of ghosts and gods, the weight of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the absolute sovereignty of this great world that is independent of the Heavenly Dao!
Click!
Ksitigarbha Nine-Ringed Vajra Staff, Innate Spiritual Treasure that had accompanied Ksitigarbha for countless eons, couldn't even withstand the invisible palm force for a fraction of a second before exploding into dust.
This was followed by a protective aura of Buddha.
The golden light shield, which was said to Invulnerable to All Magic and embodied the great aspirations of the Western Teachings, shattered instantly, like an eggshell struck by a heavy hammer.
"No--!!!"
The smugness in Ksitigarbha's eyes instantly turned into extreme terror.
He felt as if he had crashed into an Primordial Divine Mountain.
That kind of power is simply beyond human resistance, and even beyond the comprehension of Quasi-Saint.
That is... the true power of a saint!
Moreover, he is Earthly Dao sage who resides in his own dojo and possesses absolute home-field advantage!
Bang!
A muffled thud.
There was no suspense whatsoever.
Just moments ago, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but he was slammed to the ground by that invisible giant hand at ten times the speed he had charged forward.
This time, no deep crater was created.
Because Houtu's control over power had reached an exquisite level.
Ksitigarbha was like a flatbread that had been crushed by a road roller, lying prostrate on the hard black stone floor of the square.
Every bone was being pressed down and creaking.
Every muscle was pressed tightly against the ground.
Let alone move.
He can't even blink now.
That palm strike not only suppressed his physical body, but also sealed his Primordial Spirit, Magic Power, and even his true soul within this shell.
In the square.
A deathly silence.
The Ten Palace Yama Kings, who had just been feeling weak in the knees because of Ksitigarbha aura, now stared wide-eyed, their jaws nearly hitting their feet.
They looked at the Western Great Powers lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Then look at Empress Houtu, who is withdrawing her hand, bowing her head to adjust her sleeves, as if she has only done a trivial matter.
Finally, their gazes all fell on the white-clad man who was wiping his hands with a handkerchief.
fear.
That's terrifying.
King Yama felt his teeth chattering. He quietly tugged at King Qin Guang's sleeve and transmitted his Spiritual Sense:
"Big brother... did you understand?"
"That's a truly Ruthless!"
" Ksitigarbha that bald monk Ksitigarbha was fighting desperately, but this master didn't even bother to lift a finger, and directly ordered the Empress to clean up the mess!"
King Qin Guang swallowed hard, his face darker than the bottom of a pot.
"Nonsense! I'm not blind!"
"What does this mean? It means that in that man's eyes, Quasi-Saint like Ksitigarbha doesn't even qualify him to make a move!"
"This is Ksitigarbha like air, like garbage!"
"And look at Her Empress's attitude... that palm strike just now was clearly an angry outburst because Ksitigarbha had insulted that man."
"This isn't just making an example of someone; it's telling us..."
King Qin Guang took a deep breath, his eyes filled with awe.
"In this underworld, offending the Empress might get you some mercy, but offending this man... that means you'll be utterly annihilated!"
A group of normally arrogant and domineering figures were now frantically assessing Qin Feng's level of danger in their minds.
It went directly from "not to be trifled with" to "absolutely forbidden".
Qin Feng casually tossed the handkerchief in his hand aside.
The handkerchief floated down lightly, and by sheer coincidence, it Ksitigarbha right on the shiny, blood-stained back of Ksitigarbha's head.
It's like covering a corpse with a white sheet.
It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
Qin Feng slowly walked up to Ksitigarbha, squatted down, and poked the bald man with his finger.
"Hey, wake up."
"Weren't you shouting quite loudly just now? Why are you silent now?"
"Is the floor so cold that it froze your tongue?"
Ksitigarbha lay prone on the ground, his eyes darting wildly, bloodshot and filled with red veins.
Shame and indignation.
despair.
My worldview collapsed.
He still refuses to believe that he has actually lost, and lost so thoroughly, so utterly.
Before he could even force a finger out of the other person, his wife slapped him and put the fire out.
"Not going to say anything, huh?"
Qin Feng stood up, a hint of helplessness on his face.
"Looks like that slap was too hard, it knocked the water out of his brain and short-circuited him."
He turned around and waved to the group of trembling Yama kings.
"A few people, please."
Whoosh!
The Ten Palace Yama Kings rushed forward in a flurry, their movements even faster than when they were fleeing for their lives.
"My lord! What are your orders!"
King Qin Guang rushed to the front, his face full of flattery, his waist bent at a ninety-degree angle.
Qin Feng pointed to the Ksitigarbha on the ground.
"This thing is an eyesore here, it's ruining the appearance of the underworld."
"Find a place with good feng shui and hang it up for me."
"Hang it up?" King Qin Guang was taken aback.
"Yes, it's hung in the most conspicuous place Ghost Gate Pass."
Qin Feng stroked his chin, a devilish smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Write another sign and hang it around his neck."
It says above...
"A special mascot from the Western Teachings welcomes all spirits and deities to visit and take photos. One Low-grade Spirit Stone per visit, discounts available for bulk orders."
hiss--
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
That's too toxic.
Killing someone is merely a matter of beheading them.
This is like tearing off the face of Western Teachings, throwing it on the ground to stomp on, and then spitting on it!
The mighty Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, with his great vows, is being hung at the Ghost Gate Pass as a mascot, charging admission fees?
If this news gets out, those two Western saints will probably be so angry they'll storm the underworld!
"What? You're afraid?"
Qin Feng glanced sideways at King Qin Guang.
"Dare! Of course I dare!"
King Qin Guang was jolted awake, immediately straightened his back, and said through gritted teeth:
"That bald monk has been lording it over people in the underworld for so many years, Laozi wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time!"
"Rest assured, my lord! Leave this to me!"
"Xiao Wang will definitely find the best artist to write the sign beautifully, ensuring that the entire Primordial World knows about the 'glamour' of the Western Teachings!"
Qin Feng nodded in satisfaction.
"This child is teachable."
He ignored Ksitigarbha, who had fainted from anger, and turned to take Houtu's hand.
"Let's go, wife."
"The fly is dead, let's continue our tour of the new house."
Houtu nodded obediently, the frost on her face had long since disappeared, and her gaze towards Qin Feng was full of tenderness.
The two walked away hand in hand, their silhouettes resembling a pair of celestial beings.
Only a group of Yama Kings remained behind, surrounding the unfortunate Bodhisattva, enthusiastically discussing whether the sign should be written in regular script or clerical script in order to better humiliate the Western Teachings.
The heavens of the underworld have completely changed.
And this was only the first day that Qin Feng, his "backer," had taken office.