The immortals of the Chan Sect were trembling like leaves, awaiting Qin Feng's final judgment.
Just then...
The once tranquil void began to ripple once more.
There were no earth-shattering phenomena or grand fanfare.
But in the depths of that chaos, four disheveled figures, supporting each other, staggered back across space.
These were the Four Saints that Qin Feng had just thrown out.
However, they have long lost their former air of otherworldly grace.
Taishang Laojun's hair was disheveled, and his usually serene face was now swollen like a steamed bun, with bloodstains at the corners of his mouth. His Tai Chi Bagua robe was torn into strips, making him look like an old beggar who had just escaped from a refugee camp.
The Yuanshi Tianzun fared even worse.
That once proud and dignified face was completely distorted; his nose was sunken, his eyes were dark and swollen, and his once straight spine was now hunched over. He clutched the dimly lit Pangu Banner tightly in his hand, as if it were his only lifeline.
As for Jieyin and Zhunti...
These two Western Teachings were already rather unattractive, and now they were even more unsightly. Their heads were piled high with lumps, and their Kesa were tattered, revealing their thin, bluish-purple bodies underneath.
"Not dead yet?"
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, his hand, which had been reaching for Jiang Ziya, stopped in mid-air, and he turned to look at the four unlucky guys who had returned.
His tone carried a hint of surprise, as if he were wondering why the trash he threw out would somehow grow legs and come back.
"Looks like that punch wasn't enough."
"The vitality of a saint is indeed comparable to that of a cockroach."
Normally, this sarcastic remark would have enraged the Four Saints.
But at this moment.
Upon hearing this sound, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, a tremor born of a deep-seated psychological trauma.
Yuanshi Tianzun opened his mouth, wanting to say something polite to save face, but the movement aggravated the injuries on his face, causing him to grimace in pain. In the end, he could only manage a harsh, albeit slightly slurred, sentence:
"Qin... Qin Feng... don't be so arrogant..."
"We are Heavenly Dao Saint, residing in the void, immortal and indestructible... You cannot kill us..."
Although he said that, his shifty eyes and the way he stood, ready to run away again at any moment, betrayed his true nature of being all bark and no bite.
They are gambling.
I'm betting Qin Feng wouldn't dare actually kill the Saint.
The Heavenly Order does not allow such a heaven-defying act as killing a saint.
"Can't be killed?"
Qin Feng seemed to have heard an amusing joke, and slowly turned around to face the four elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people.
The mockery on his face gradually faded.
In that instant.
The Jie Sect Disciple, who had initially been just watching the show, suddenly felt the temperature around them plummet.
It wasn't the kind of cold that comes with the dead of winter.
Rather, it was a chill that emanated from the depths of one's soul.
Qin Feng's expression changed.
It's no longer the nonchalance of before, nor the playful cat-and-mouse game.
A pure, almost ethereal grayness emerged deep within his pupils.
That was murderous intent.
A genuine, undisguised killing intent, powerful enough to cause the heavens and earth to collapse.
"I only intended to teach you a lesson so you'd remember it."
Qin Feng strode forward, and with each step he took, his aura rose higher.
"But your persistent, clingy behavior is really annoying."
"Immortal and indestructible, huh?"
"So you're relying on the will of Heaven?"
He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and in his palm, a cloud of gray air began to compress and rotate wildly.
The surrounding space began to silently vanish.
It's not broken.
It simply disappears.
Even the lines of law broke in the face of that mass of gray energy.
"Then I will erase you all, along with that so-called embodiment of the Heavenly Way."
"I wonder if you'd still be able to shout so loudly without the protection of Heaven?"
boom!
An aura so terrifying it was indescribable erupted from Qin Feng.
This aura no longer belongs to the Primordial World, nor to the Five Elements; it is the will of a demon god from the depths of chaos, representing ultimate destruction.
Before this will, so-called saints are as insignificant as ants.
The Four Saints finally panicked.
This time, I was truly panicked.
They could clearly feel that their connection with the void of the Heavenly Dao had become intermittent under Qin Feng's aura lock, as if it would be severed at any moment.
That unprecedented sense of impending death felt like a cold, giant hand gripping their sacred Primordial Spirit tightly.
He will die.
You really can die!
Even a saint would perish completely from this blow, with no chance of resurrection!
"A madman! He's a madman!"
Zhunti Daoren screamed, disregarding all decorum, and turned to try and plunge into the chaos.
"He's really going to kill us! He's defying the heavens!"
The Yuanshi Tianzun was so terrified that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the cloud.
This is a complete monster!
He didn't care about cause and effect or Heavenly Mandate; he simply wanted to crush those four eyesores!
Can they escape?
Qin Feng snorted coldly.
He clenched his right hand tightly.
Space and time, spanning billions of miles, froze in an instant.
The Four Saints were horrified to discover that they were like flies trapped in amber, unable to move an inch no matter how much they tried to activate their Magic Power.
They could only watch helplessly as that death-like figure approached step by step.
despair.
An overwhelming sense of despair enveloped the hearts of the four saints.
Just as Qin Feng's fist was about to be thrown, just as that terrifying power, enough to annihilate a saint, was about to be unleashed...
Buzz--
A strange fluctuation suddenly swept across the entire world.
Immediately afterwards.
All sound disappeared.
The wind has stopped.
The clouds have stopped.
Qin Feng's punch, which was poised to strike, was abruptly halted in mid-air, as if some higher-dimensional force had pressed the pause button.
An indescribable, immense will slowly descended from the heavens.
This willpower is so strong that it surpasses that of saints, surpasses that of all living beings, and even surpasses the very fabric of this world.
It is the embodiment of rules.
It is the end of order.
"Stop."
Two words.
Aged, indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
Yet, like the profound truth of the Great Words Manifested into Law, it resounded instantly in the consciousness of every living being.
As those two words fell...
The violent, destructive aura surrounding Qin Feng seemed to melt and subside rapidly, like snow meeting the blazing sun.
Time and space resumed their flow.
But an even heavier pressure enveloped the entire arena.
Above the Myriad Immortals Formation.
A crack appeared in the void.
An elderly man dressed in a gray Daoist robe, holding a bamboo cane, walked out silently.
He looked ordinary, like any other elderly person you might see in the world.
His face was ancient, and his eyes were empty and deep, as if they contained the birth and death of the universe and the cycle of all things.
He did not exert any pressure.
But he stood there, and he was heaven, he was earth, he was the only truth.
Hongjun.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
The Master of All Saints, who was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao and the true ruler of this Primordial World, finally could no longer sit still.
The moment I saw that figure appear.
The four saints, who had been resigned to their fate and awaiting death, were like drowning people grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, or like wronged children seeing their parents.
The sheer will to survive and the overwhelming sense of grievance that erupted in that instant were so poignant that they brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard them.
"Teacher!"
Yuanshi Tianzun was the first to react.
He scrambled to Hongjun's side, not even bothering to wipe the blood from his mouth. With his face swollen like a pig's head, he pointed at Qin Feng and began to cry:
"Teacher! If you don't come soon, we're going to be beaten to death by this madman!"
"This scoundrel is utterly lawless! Not only did he obstruct Jiang Ziya's campaign against King Zhou and sabotage the Investiture of the Gods, but he also openly insulted a sage and even harbored murderous intent towards him!"
"He's defying the will of Heaven! He's slapping you in the face!"
Zhunti Daoren was also crying his eyes out, clinging to Hongjun's leg and refusing to let go:
" The Dao Ancestor is truly wise!"
"Our Western Teachings has always been peaceful and non-confrontational. This time, we came to lend our assistance in accordance with the Heavenly Mandate, only to be met with such a cruel fate!"
"Look at my hands! Look at my face! How can I still look like a saint?"
"This child is the greatest anomaly in the Primordial World! He must be eliminated! He must be severely punished!"
Although Taishang Laojun and Jieyin didn't cry as dramatically, they both stood behind Hongjun with sorrowful expressions, staring intently at Qin Feng with eyes full of resentment and accusation.
With a powerful backer, they instantly felt more confident.
The fear from before vanished, replaced by a smug feeling of "you're finished."
The Dao Ancestor was present.
In this Primordial World, who else can stir up a ripple?
No matter how strong Qin Feng is, he's just a brute with a powerful physique. How could he possibly be stronger than Hongjun is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao?
Faced with the tearful complaints of his four disciples, Hongjun's usually calm and composed face remained expressionless.
He merely glanced at the four of them indifferently, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
A dignified saint, beaten to this state, still has to resort to filing a lawsuit to seek justice.
Embarrassing.
That's really embarrassing.
But after all, he is their own sage, representing the face of Heaven.
Hongjun turned his head, his gaze passing through the void, and for the first time formally landed on Qin Feng.
There was no murderous intent or anger in his eyes.
There was only one kind of inquiry, a curiosity and scrutiny akin to observing some unknown creature.
"Variable."
Hongjun spoke slowly, his voice still indifferent.
"Not within the Three Realms, nor within the Five Elements."
"Your power does not belong to this universe."
Qin Feng withdrew his fist, showing no reverence whatsoever towards this legendary Dao Ancestor.
on the contrary.
He put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head, and looked Hongjun up and down a few times, before the corner of his mouth once again curled into that signature, cynical smile.
"After beating the young one, the old one comes."
"The rules of this Primordial World are truly inherited from the same source."
He stepped forward, looking directly into Hongjun's eyes, which seemed to contain the ultimate truths of the universe, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting with an old neighbor:
"Old man, you want to test how hard my fist is too?"