Where are they?
The four sages who just filled our vision and seemed poised to sweep across the entire Western Primordial World, are they really gone?
The Tongtian Jiaozhu remained in the posture of wanting to rush forward and fight to the death, his Qingping Sword half-raised, neither up nor down, resembling a stone statue that had been frozen in place.
He stiffly twisted his neck, making a sickening cracking sound, and stared blankly at the four invisible black dots in the depths of the chaos.
My head is buzzing.
Even with his saintly Primordial Spirit processing speed, he completely crashed at this moment, utterly unable to handle the overwhelming scene before him.
That's the Yuanshi Tianzun!
That's Taishang Laojun.
Those are the Two Saints of the West.
These four people together constitute the Primordial World heavens, the inviolable Dao.
Just now, he had mentally prepared himself to self-destruct his saintly origins and take these four old bastards down with him.
And the result?
One punch, one kill?
No, it wasn't even a punch. It was more like he was swatting flies in the Biyou Palace —a casual wave of his hand, and the world was quiet again.
"Gulp."
The Tongtian Jiaozhu swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the figure in a blue robe not far away, who was grinning foolishly at Yun Xiao with a fawning expression.
This moment.
This Jie Sect Leader, and one of the Three Pure Ones, the Shangqing Saint, actually experienced an extremely absurd sense of unreality.
Is this really my son-in-law who only knows how to live off women and is good for nothing except being handsome?
This "soft rice" (a metaphor for being a kept woman)... isn't it a bit too stubborn?
Even if Father God Pangu, were to be resurrected, he probably couldn't just toss the four sages out of the Primordial World like trash, could he?
"Father-in-law?"
A hand waved in front of him.
Qin Feng walked over at some point, and frowned with some concern as he looked at the Tongtian Jiaozhu, whose eyes were unfocused.
"Are you alright? Were you scared out of your wits just now?"
"How about I get you a couple of calming and brain-boosting pills to try?"
Hearing this, even the tone of the voice carried an air of frivolity. The Tongtian Jiaozhu shuddered, finally snapping out of his reverie.
He took a deep breath, trying to appear as a dignified elder, but his trembling voice betrayed the turmoil within him.
"You... you are Qin Feng?"
"Nonsense."
Qin Feng rolled his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and said irritably:
"Who else could it be but me? Could it be that I've been possessed by some old monster?"
"Alright, stop spacing out and lift your chin up. Anyone who didn't know better would think the Jie Sect Leader has some kind of facial nerve disorder."
Instead of being angry at Qin Feng's retort, the Tongtian Jiaozhu felt incredibly warm towards him, and his heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally settled back into his stomach.
It tastes just like that.
He's still that same rascal who talks a mile a minute and acts completely unreliably.
But then, an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy overwhelmed his reason like a burst dam.
We won!
No need to die!
The Interception Sect has been preserved!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The Tongtian Jiaozhu abruptly threw away the Qingping Sword in his hand, disregarding any semblance of a saintly image. He opened his arms, grabbed Qin Feng, and slapped him hard on the back, making loud thuds.
"Good lad! You've got some skills!"
"Well done! You fucking did a fantastic job!"
"That punch just now... Holy crap! That punch was so cool! You didn't see Yuanshi's old face, it was all twisted! Hahahaha!"
Qin Feng rolled his eyes back in disgust as he was being strangled, and pushed his crazy father-in-law away.
"Easy, easy! I wasn't hurt in the fight, but you almost strangled me to death."
He straightened his wrinkled collar and gave a haughty snort.
"It's just basic stuff, don't act like you've never seen anything like it before."
"Besides, I've already said that I'm Yun Xiao's backer, which means I'm also the backer of the Interception Sect."
"Since they're your backers, they naturally need to be strong."
If Versailles's remarks had been made in the past, the Tongtian Jiaozhu would have definitely kicked him.
But now.
He felt that these words were simply heavenly music, the most beautiful truth in the world.
That's the source of their confidence!
That's real prestige!
Which son-in-law can beat up the Four Saints? Which son-in-law can physically withstand Innate Supreme Treasure?
Only the Qin Feng of the Interception Sect!
After a brief silence.
Finally realizing what was happening, the myriad immortals of the Interception Sect erupted in a cheer that shattered the heavens.
"We won! We won!"
"Long live Senior Qin! Long live the Interception Sect!"
"To Heavenly Mandate with destiny! To hell with the Investiture of the Gods of the Gods! Laozi don't need to be on the list!"
Countless Jie Sect Disciple embraced each other and wept, some kneeling on the ground and wailing, others looking up to the sky and roaring.
The ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe, the excitement of returning from hell to earth, is enough to move anyone.
Zhao Gongming wiped the blood and tears from his face, raised his Golden Whip, and roared most arrogantly at the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect opposite him, who were already terrified and pale:
"Come on! Weren't you pretty arrogant just now?"
"You still want to convert us? You still want to put us on the list?"
"Your saintly ancestors have all been sent flying, let's see who can save you now!"
That roar was like flipping a switch.
The Interception Sect immortals, who had been meekly waiting to die, suddenly turned red-eyed and glared murderously at the Chan Sect camp opposite them.
Fortune's wheel keeps turning.
The more desperate they were just now, the more arrogant they are now.
With Qin Feng, this formidable figure, standing here, they wouldn't be afraid to even tear a hole in the sky.
On the other hand, look at the other side.
The Universe Ruler in the hands of the Daoist Burning Lamp was trembling, Guangchengzi almost lost his grip on the Fan Tian Seal.
The Twelve Golden Immortals were all deathly pale, their legs trembling. They looked at the man in the blue robe standing with his hands behind his back as if he were an unparalleled demon lord who had crawled out of the abyss.
run?
Which way to run?
Even saints can't escape, how could these little shrimps possibly outrun that fist?
Despair spread through the Chan Sect and the Xi Qi army. Millions of soldiers dared not even cough, for fear of attracting the attention of that killing god.
Qin Feng didn't rush to deal with these small fry.
He turned around and looked at Yun Xiao, who had already walked up to him.
This usually dignified and composed older sister was now in tears, her beautiful eyes swollen like walnuts, yet she still stared intently at Qin Feng, as if he would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Why are you crying?
Qin Feng reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks, his tone full of doting affection.
"Your makeup is ruined from crying, so you're not pretty anymore."
Yun Xiao sniffed, unable to control her emotions any longer, and suddenly threw herself into Qin Feng, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
"You scared me to death..."
"I thought... I thought I'd never see you again..."
Feeling the trembling of the beauty in his arms, Qin Feng gently patted her back, his gaze passing over her shoulder to the trembling immortals of the Chan Sect, his eyes gradually turning cold.
"Fool."
"I told you, as long as I'm here, no one can bully you."
"Even the Heavenly Dao won't do."
After calming Yun Xiao down, Qin Feng gently pushed her away and turned around.
The gentle expression vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling indifference.
He raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the Daoist Burning Lamp, over the Twelve Golden Immortals, and finally settling on Jiang Ziya was riding Sibuxiang and holding God-Beating Whip.
A grin spread across his face.
He revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.
"Since the major issues have been resolved..."
"Shouldn't we settle our old scores from earlier?"
"Just now... who was it that shouted that they wanted to break my Myriad Immortals Formation?"
"Step forward."
"I won't kill him, really."
"I'm a very reasonable person."