The wind stopped completely.
Time itself seemed to freeze in this breathtaking scene.
There were no screams, no wails, not even the sound of breathing.
Only those pairs of eyes, almost bursting open, were fixed on the man in the blue robe standing in the center of the void, patting his chest with a look of disgust.
It withstood the full force of the Four Saints' attack.
Ignoring the power of the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Pangu Banner.
The physical body shattered, and the golden bridge of the Taiji Diagram suppressed it.
Is this even human?
At that moment, all common sense, all knowledge, and all truths about spiritual practice collapsed into nothingness with that dismissive "too little strength."
The Yuanshi Tianzun stood frozen in place.
He remained in the posture of waving the Pangu Banner, but his right hand, which had once held the power of life and death over the Chan Sect and was high above, was now trembling violently uncontrollably, like a Parkinson's patient.
His hand split open, and golden holy blood dripped from his fingertips, but he felt no pain.
The turmoil in my heart had long since overwhelmed all physical sensations.
"No... it's impossible..."
The lips of the Yuanshi Tianzun face, filled with arrogance and prejudice, was now deathly pale. His pupils contracted sharply, and the image reflected in them was no longer Qin Feng, whom he regarded as an ant, but a terrifying demon god who made his soul tremble.
That's the Pangu Banner!
That's Innate Supreme Treasure, hailed as the most powerful attack in the primordial Primordial World, capable of even cleaving through chaos!
Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun wouldn't dare stand still and take that attack head-on, would he?
But this kid in front of me...
Forget about getting injured, not even a tear in my clothes!
"A hallucination... this must be a hallucination..."
Taishang Laojun blinked hard. His old eyes, which were always half-asleep and seemed to have seen through everything, now held no trace of the serene indifference of "non-action."
All that remained was a terrifying, ghostly horror.
His prized deductive reasoning skills were racing through his mind, trying to find a reasonable explanation for what was happening before him.
But no matter how you calculate it, there's only one result --
A dead end.
No matter how you look at it, if these four saints were to face the man before them, they would all be doomed!
"Monster... you're a monster!"
A piercing, almost shrill scream shattered the silence.
Holding his severed wrist, Zhunti Daoren leaped backward thousands of feet like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
His face was deathly pale, cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall, and his eyes, as he looked at Qin Feng, were filled with the most primal and pure fear.
We are not afraid of strong enemies.
The problem is that the enemy might not understand it.
He could accept it if Qin Feng had used some powerful magic weapon to block the attack.
But this guy is using his own flesh and blood! He's using that skin that looks like it could be punctured at any moment!
what does that mean?
This means that their supposedly saintly cultivation is nothing but a joke, utterly worthless, in front of this man!
The Jieyin Daoren was even unable to recite the Buddha's name.
His already bitter and resentful face was now wrinkled like a dried orange peel, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.
That brief contact just now made him feel a terrifying causal force capable of devouring the entire Western Teachings's fortune.
Can't break through.
They're impossible to damage.
It's like a group of ants desperately trying to bite a Tyrannosaurus Rex, only to break all their teeth, while the dinosaur just thinks they're tickling it.
This sense of despair is enough to shatter even a sage's Dao Heart.
On the other side...
In stark contrast to the mournful expressions of the Four Saints was the Myriad Immortals Formation of the Interception Sect.
After a brief period of stunned silence.
An overwhelming sense of ecstasy, like a volcanic eruption, instantly ignited the blood of every Jie Sect Disciple.
"He's not dead... Senior Qin is not dead!"
"Hahaha! It's blocked! It really is blocked!"
"I knew it! I knew my son-in-law was invincible!"
Zhao Gongming crawled out of the ruins, not bothering to wipe the blood off his face. Holding the Golden Whip in his hand, he jumped and leaped like a madman, his face covered in tears and snot.
The sheer magnitude of the fall from hell to heaven made him want to kneel down and kowtow to Qin Feng.
That's incredible!
That's incredibly powerful!
He fought Four Saints Four Saints single-handedly, not only unscathed but also terrified them into submission!
That's what you call prestige!
That's what you call the prestige of the Interception Sect!
Yun Xiao stood by the Yaochi, her hands tightly covering her mouth, tears glistening in her beautiful eyes—tears of extreme excitement.
She watched that figure as it walked away.
The man who stood in front of her, shielding her from all the storms and taking the blame for all the calamities that befell the Interception Sect.
The love and pride in my heart swelled to their peak at this moment, almost overflowing my chest.
This is her man.
This is the Dao Companion she, Yun Xiao, chose!
Even if he's at odds with the whole world, he can still laugh and tear a hole in the sky!
"Is this... your source of confidence?"
The Tongtian Jiaozhu, leaning on his broken sword, watched Qin Feng's retreating figure, his lips gradually widening into a wild and unrestrained laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Excellent! Excellent Qin Feng! Excellent son-in-law of the Interception Sect!"
He laughed until tears streamed down his face.
Just now, he truly thought the Interception Sect was doomed, and that he was going to become a sinner for all time.
But now.
Looking at his four fellow disciples, who were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they didn't dare to utter a single word, the Tongtian Jiaozhu felt that the anger that had been building up in his chest for countless years instantly dissipate completely.
Cool!
That's fucking awesome!
Even if all Immortal-Slaying Four Swords Yuanshi broken, it would be worth it to see that old man Yuanshi make that expression!
"What are you laughing at? We're not done fighting yet."
Qin Feng turned around and looked helplessly at his father-in-law, who was grinning like a fool.
Then.
He turned around and faced the four saints who had begun to doubt the meaning of life.
The helplessness on his face vanished instantly.
Instead, there is a chillingly amusing twist.
He lifted his foot and took a step forward.
clatter.
This step was like stepping on the very heart of the Four Saints.
Whoosh!
It was almost a conditioned reflex.
The four sages, who had been so arrogant and ready to fight just moments before, all took a step back in unison!
Neat and uniform.
It was as if it had been rehearsed.
This retreat completely disgraced the saints, but it also exposed their inner fears.
I'm scared.
They were genuinely afraid.
"Don't back out!"
Qin Feng looked at them with amusement, spreading his hands as if greeting a few old friends.
"Wasn't it quite lively just now? Keep going."
"Where's the Pangu Banner? Where's the Taiji Diagram? And that seven-colored brush?"
"Don't hold back, bring out all your secret skills."
As he spoke, he took another step forward.
The Four Saints turned even paler and retreated once more.
The Yuanshi Tianzun's hand, gripping the Pangu Banner, trembled. Looking at Qin Feng, who was closing in step by step, his throat went dry, and he roared, his voice stern yet weak:
"You... you stay away!"
" Qin Feng! What kind of demonic art do you cultivate? This is definitely not the righteous path of the Primordial World!"
"You defy the Heavenly Mandate, aren't you afraid of the Dao Ancestor unleashing the Purple Firmament Divine Thunder?!"
Move the backstage setup.
The dignified Yuqing Saint was forced into a corner and could only resort to intimidating people by bringing in his parents, like a primary school student who lost a fight.
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng paused in his tracks.
He tilted his head, looking at the terrified Yuanshi Tianzun, his smile gradually fading, his eyes becoming somewhat deep.
" Dao Ancestor?"
He chuckled and pointed to the shattered sky above.
"Let him try splitting one!"
"Let's see if his Purple Firmament Divine Thunder is harder, or if my bones are harder."
mad!
That's outrageously arrogant!
They don't even respect the Dao Ancestor!
But when Qin Feng uttered these boastful words, no one thought he was bragging.
Because he had just proved with facts that the saint's attack was really just a tickle to him.
"You..."
Zhunti Daoren pointed at Qin Feng, his fingers trembling violently. He wanted to say something harsh, but found that he couldn't even speak properly.
"This... this is impossible..."
"Why were our attacks ineffective? Why is there something that disrupts the balance?"
"This is unfair! This is absolutely unfair!"
He completely lost his composure.
It's like everyone's playing a cultivation game, painstakingly leveling up to the maximum level with top-tier equipment. Then suddenly someone appears who's cheating, invincible, and can one-shot you. How are you supposed to play then?
This game experience is terrible!
"Fair?"
Qin Feng felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
His eyes suddenly turned cold, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
The next second.
He appeared directly in front of Zhunti Daoren!
The distance between the two is less than three inches.
Zhunti could even clearly see his own terrified and distorted face reflected in Qin Feng's pupils.
"When four of you ganged up on my father-in-law, why didn't you talk about fairness then?"
Qin Feng's voice was very soft, yet it was as cold as a gust of wind.
"Since you like to bully others by abusing your power..."
"Then today, I'll show you what it feels like to be bullied."
Before he could finish speaking...
Qin Feng raised his right hand.
There were no fancy moves.
It was just a simple slap.
He swung it around in a wide arc.
Accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind.
He Zhunti Zhunti's bald face hard!
Smack!