The wind from Yaochi carried a slight chill and moisture, but it couldn't dispel the oppressive atmosphere that filled the sky.
"Click, click."
The silence was broken by a series of synchronized clanging sounds of armor striking each other.
Those were the female guardians of West Kunlun. Under the Spiritual Sense of the Queen Mother of the West, they formed the Thirty-six Heavenly Dipper Battle Formations in just a few breaths, which was displayed majestically above the clouds.
Each of the female immortals gripped a magical weapon tightly in her hand, her eyes revealing a resolute determination to face death.
As long as that man gives the order, even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, even if the opponent is a high and mighty saint, they will rush forward without hesitation and self-destruct their Primordial Spirit.
"My husband."
The Queen Mother of the West, clad in dark gold phoenix-winged armor and holding the Kunlun Divine Staff, which symbolized the highest authority in the West Kunlun, strode to Qin Feng's side.
Her former languid charm has been completely replaced by the domineering and sharp aura of the Head of Female Immortals.
"We are ready to set off at any time, from the West Kunlun Mountains."
"Although Haotian of the Heavenly Court is a bit cowardly, I just sent him a message. If he doesn't come, I'll lead people to demolish his Grand Pure Palace tomorrow. I doubt he'll dare not come."
She paused here, her gaze sweeping over Yun Xiao, who was still sobbing, her voice softening slightly:
"Since we're family, we have to get revenge no matter what."
beside.
Shi Ji was so anxious that she was jumping up and down, brandishing her two Tai'a Sword with a whooshing sound. Her originally somewhat simple-minded face was now full of fighting spirit.
"My lord! Take me with you!"
"I'm really powerful now! If that Zhunti to lay a hand on me, I... I'll stab him to death with my sword!"
Even the usually gentle Chang'e silently offered up the Taiyin Moon Wheel, her cold eyes flashing with a chilling light.
Everyone is waiting.
They waited for Qin Feng to wave his hand, and for those few impassioned pre-battle mobilization words.
However.
Qin Feng simply looked down at Yun Xiao, who was crying her eyes out in his arms, sighed helplessly, and reached out to gently stroke the tip of her pert nose.
"Alright, stop crying."
"If you keep crying, the water in the Yaochi will rise."
Yun Xiao sniffed, raised her head, her swollen eyes filled with longing and worry, her hands gripping Qin Feng's clothes tightly, her knuckles white.
"Brother Qin... are you really going to take us there?"
"Those are the Four Saints... If you bring us along, won't we... be a burden to you?"
She's not stupid.
Although I had called for help in a moment of panic, now that I've calmed down, fear is washing over me like a tidal wave.
Below even a sage, all are but ants.
These Daluo Golden Immortal and Quasi-Saint probably couldn't even withstand the aftershocks on a battlefield of that level.
If Qin Feng is distracted while protecting them and gets injured, then she will be held responsible to the death.
Qin Feng smiled.
He didn't answer, but instead raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the murderous goddesses before him.
The Queen Mother of the West's steadfastness, Shi Ji's recklessness, Long Ji's worries...
Finally, he shook his head, and the cynical smile on his lips returned.
"Who said I was going to take you there?"
Ga?
The atmosphere, which had been extremely tense, instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.
The Queen Mother of the West's hand holding the scepter froze, her phoenix eyes widening in disbelief:
"Husband? What did you say?"
"Didn't you just tell everyone to assemble?"
"Yes."
Qin Feng nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world, released Yun Xiao, and slowly straightened his sleeves.
"I called you all together to see how wealthy our family is and whether we can hold our own."
"Looking at it now, it's not bad, he seems quite energetic."
"But fighting..."
He stretched, his gaze fixed on the eastern horizon, now stained blood-red by the Tribulation Cloud, his tone dismissive as if discussing what to have for dinner.
"Do we really need to mobilize the whole family to deal with those old geezers?"
"Wouldn't that be giving them too much face?"
The Queen Mother of the West was stunned.
Yun Xiao was also stunned.
What does that mean?
Does this mean... those four saints who can recreate earth, water, fire, and wind, and are indestructible through countless eons, are simply not worthy of causing the entire West Kunlun to come out in force?
"You guys, just stay here quietly."
Qin Feng turned around, his back to everyone, and waved his hand.
"Warm the wine, peel the grapes."
"I'll be right back."
"But..."
Shi Ji wanted to say something, but was pulled back by the Queen Mother of the West.
As the Queen Mother of the West watched the man's retreating figure, the worry in her eyes gradually transformed into a deep fascination and awe.
Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?
Is this the kind of spirit my man has?
Facing the most powerful fighting force in the Primordial World world, he actually only wanted to go alone, and even felt that bringing helpers was a demeanor.
This is more than just arrogance.
This stems from an absolute confidence in one's own abilities.
"All of you, step back."
The Queen Mother of the West took a deep breath and slammed her scepter heavily on the ground with a dull thud.
"Since the Alliance Leader has spoken, then we'll wait here."
"No one is allowed to cause trouble."
"Yes!"
The women responded in unison, their eyes still filled with worry, but even more so with a blind adoration.
Qin Feng did not leave immediately.
He stood with his hands behind his back at the very edge of Yaochi, his gaze piercing through billions of miles of void, landing on the crumbling Boundary Breaker Pass.
Through the overwhelming aura of bloodlust, he seemed to see the unyielding figure of the Tongtian Jiaozhu, the smug face of the Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, and the greedy and ugly eating habits of the Two Saints of the West.
"Why..."
A soft sigh escaped his lips.
The sound was not loud and contained no Magic Power, yet it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.
Yun Xiao's heart clenched suddenly.
sigh?
Why did Brother Qin sigh?
Does he also find this difficult? Does he also believe that there is no chance of winning this battle?
Or perhaps... he felt helpless about the impending life-or-death struggle?
However.
Just as the women were filled with unease and began frantically imagining all sorts of tragic scenarios...
Qin Feng's voice echoed softly once more.
"I thought that once I became a saint, I would at least have some dignity."
"Unexpectedly, after living for countless eons, their skin has become thicker and their methods more despicable with each passing year."
"I originally intended to reason with them, to explain to them what it means to uphold martial ethics even if you can't win a fight."
"Alas..."
He shook his head, the languidness in his eyes vanishing completely, replaced by a chilling indifference.
"They don't understand human language."
"Since they don't understand reasoning, we can only teach them how to be decent human beings."
"In the end, we still have to make a move."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Qin Feng no longer hesitated.
He didn't use hand seals or chant incantations, didn't summon any magical artifacts, and didn't tear through space to create any earth-shattering commotion.
He simply lifted his foot and took a step forward.
This step.
Very light, very slow.
It was as casual as taking a walk after a meal.
But at the moment the foot lands.
His figure suddenly became blurry.
It wasn't the afterimage left by extremely fast movement, but rather a sense of emptiness as if one had completely merged with heaven and earth, merged with the great Dao, and even transcended this world.
There was no sound of wind.
There is no light or shadow.
When that step is completely taken.
Qin Feng's figure is no longer seen by the Yaochi of West Kunlun.
All that remained were a group of dumbfounded goddesses and that cup of still-warm, fragrant, Ten Thousand Year Nectar.
Yun Xiao stared blankly at the empty space in front of him, and it took him a long time to slowly come back to his senses.
"Is this... Brother Qin's level of mastery?"
She murmured to herself.
Just a moment ago, even as Quasi-Saint, she was completely unable to sense the flow of Qin Feng's aura.
There was no spatial fluctuation, no ripple of laws.
He just... vanished into thin air.
What does this tell us?
This demonstrates that Qin Feng's control over space and his understanding of the Great Dao far surpass those of these so-called Primordial World Great Powers.
even...
It may have surpassed that of a saint.
"Prepare the wine."
The Queen Mother of the West suddenly spoke, her voice carrying an undisguised smile and pride.
She turned around and sat back down in the large phoenix chair, her posture composed, without a trace of the anxiety she had just felt.
"Sister Yun Xiao, don't just stand there."
"Brew your best tea too."
"I think..."
She glanced at the churning Tribulation Cloud on the horizon, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.
"Our husband will probably return in triumph soon."
Boundary Breaker Pass.
The battlefield had now reached its most brutal moment.
" Tongtian! Let's see how long you can hold out!"
Yuanshi Tianzun stood above the heavens, and shook the Pangu Banner in his hand.
boom!
A jet-black, Chaos Sword Qi tore through the void, carrying the power to destroy everything, and fiercely slashed towards the already dilapidated Myriad Immortals Formation.
Blood trickled from the corner of the Tongtian Jiaozhu's mouth, Qingping Sword emitted a mournful cry, yet he still fought to the death without retreating.
"Second Senior Brother! Are you really going to kill us all?!"
"This is Heavenly Mandate! Your Interception Sect, filled with creatures that are born of fur and horns, and hatched from eggs in a wet environment, deserve to be on this list!"
Zhunti Daoren sneered repeatedly from the side, and with a swipe of his Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, he sent several more Golden Immortals of the Interception Sect flying backward, coughing up blood.
"Despair? Tongtian?"
"Today, in this Primordial World, no one can save you!"
However.
At this critical moment of life and death.
Just as the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in Zhunti's hand was about to sweep towards the top of Tongtian Jiaozhu Jiaozhu's head...
A slightly languid yet crystal-clear voice suddenly rang out in the center of the battlefield filled with shouts of battle.
"That bald guy with the tree branch."
Get your filthy hands off me.