Casually Slapping a Few Immortal Kings to Death

The Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage leisurely cruises across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.

Nine lifelike divine dragons, formed from Great Dao Runes, rippled through the surrounding space and time with each swipe of their tails, causing countless laws to automatically retreat and dare not approach.

Wherever the chariot passed, auspicious omens descended from the sky, and Immortal Music music played spontaneously, as if announcing the arrival of a supreme being.

Such an overly flamboyant attitude was bound to attract attention.

Especially when traversing the desolate borderlands bordering Foreign Domain, that undisguised aura, surpassing all paths, was like a hundred million suns ignited in the darkness, instantly stinging the eyes of certain beings.

Foreign Domain.

An ancient and desolate land, its laws are completely different from those of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, filled with an aura of invasion and destruction.

Inside an ancient temple suspended in the void, a majestic figure, who had sat cross-legged for countless years and whose body seemed to be one with heaven and earth, suddenly opened his eyes.

As those eyes opened and closed, the sun, moon, and stars vanished within them. Two beams of solidified light pierced through the endless void, landing precisely on the ostentatious Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage that was parading through the city.

"Presumptuous!"

A cold, majestic voice, filled with supreme authority, resounded in the hearts of all the powerful figures in the Foreign Domain.

An Lan!

It is the immortal king, An Lan!

The moment countless Foreign Domain creatures sensed this will, they prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing and worshipping in the direction of the temple with fanatical expressions.

An Lan is an invincible legend in Foreign Domain, the supreme faith in their hearts.

An Lan's gaze held a hint of anger and indifference.

Since becoming Immortal King, he has dominated the ages, and no one has dared to defy his might.

I've never seen such an arrogant passerby before.

They dared to ride the Dragon Chariot so brazenly over his territory, their aura even carrying a hint of contempt for the laws of this Foreign Domain.

This is a provocation.

It was the most blatant provocation against him, the Immortal King!

An Lan snorted coldly and slowly raised one hand.

It was a bronze palm covered with Dao patterns, and as it was raised, it began to grow wildly at an incredible speed.

In an instant, it blotted out the sun and tore apart the boundary, carrying an endless aura of destruction, traversing billions of miles of void, and fiercely grabbed at the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage!

At the same time, a truth full of supreme confidence and domineering power resounded throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands like a divine decree.

"At the pinnacle of immortality, I reign supreme over the world; with An Lan here, there is heaven!"

"Those who recite my true name will attain eternal life in the cycle of reincarnation!"

The voice contained immense magical Magic Power, causing countless beings Nine Heavens and Ten Lands to tremble and almost kneel down on the spot, converting to a different faith.

Inside the carriage.

Qin Feng was leaning back listlessly, having just peeled a crystal-clear purple grape, and was about to offer it to Willow God's lips beside him.

Willow God was still a little unaccustomed to it, a barely perceptible blush on her exquisite cheeks, and she hesitated whether to speak.

Just then, the entire carriage trembled slightly.

A nauseating aura, filled with destruction and malice, seeped in from the outside, disturbing this moment of tranquility.

Qin Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

Just when Willow God had finally relaxed a little, a fly buzzed by, which was quite a downer.

"Husband, it's so noisy outside! Has that big bird followed us again?"

Bixiao peeked out with her little head and muttered somewhat discontentedly.

"No, it's an insect I've never seen before."

Qin Feng didn't even turn his head, his tone indifferent, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

The hand holding the grapes remained still, still in the gesture of offering them to Willow God. His other hand, however, casually slapped out the car window with a backhand motion.

The movement was so light and effortless that it didn't even stir up a gust of wind or cause any fluctuation of Magic Power.

It's like shooing away an annoying mosquito.

However, it was this one slap.

Arriving first despite starting later.

It defied the passage of time, transcended spatial barriers, and penetrated the boundaries of Foreign Domain.

Almost at the same instant An Lan uttered his domineering declaration, the slap landed squarely on his true form, which was located outside the endless void.

"Smack!"

A crisp, extremely loud slap suddenly echoed throughout the ancient temple of An Lan.

It also resonated in the hearts of all the immortal beings from Foreign Domain who could perceive this scene.

An Lan's face, which had remained unchanged for ages, filled with majesty and indifference, froze instantly.

A hint of astonishment, a hint of disbelief, surfaced deep in his eyes.

He wanted to say something.

But it's too late.

An incomprehensible, irresistible, and indescribable terrifying force erupted from the center of that half of the face!

There was no excruciating pain, no screams.

An Lan's supposedly indestructible and immortal royal body was like a sand sculpture that had been hit by a tremendous force.

Starting from the cheeks, cracks appeared inch by inch, and then with a "bang," it completely turned into dust.

Along with his incomparably powerful Primordial Spirit, imprinted in the origin of the Foreign Domain, it was also completely erased at the same time, leaving not a trace.

An invincible, Immortal King... is gone.

As his true form vanished, the massive bronze hand that reached out towards the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage, obscuring the sky and the sun, also seemed to have lost its source, abruptly halting in mid-air before dissipating like dust blown away by the wind.

From the moment he made his move to his demise, the entire process took less than a breath.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands returned to peace.

Inside the carriage, Qin Feng seemed to have done something insignificant: he gently placed the grape into Willow God's slightly parted cherry lips.

"Is it sweet?" he asked with a smile.

Willow God subconsciously chewed, savoring the supreme Daoist essence and sweet juice in her mouth, then recalled the fleeting, terrifying aura that could frighten even Immortal King, and... that crisp slap.

Her mind drifted into an indescribable daze.

So, this is... his daily life?

Is swatting an Immortal King as easy as swatting a mosquito?

In Foreign Domain.

Then a deathly silence fell.

All the powerful figures who sensed An Lan's attack froze on the spot, their souls trembling.

An Lan... is dead?

That arrogant and Immortal King, who proclaimed "Where there is An Lan, there is heaven," was slapped to death across endless time and space?

How could that be!

This must be a hallucination!

However, the complete disappearance of An Lan's aura and the rapidly collapsing laws above his dojo were ruthlessly telling them that all of this was real!

Fear, like a boundless plague, spread wildly in the hearts of all the immortals from Foreign Domain.

However, this was just the beginning.

The force of Qin Feng's slap did not dissipate after shattering An Lan.

A tiny ripple, like a wave on the surface of water, continued to spread into the depths of that Foreign Domain.

On the other side of Foreign Domain, in an even more ancient and magnificent temple.

Another Immortal King, Yu Tuo, whose aura was in no way inferior to An Lan's, was currently in seclusion for cultivation.

He had just been startled by An Lan's domineering words and was just about to send out a wisp of his Spiritual Sense to see which blind fool had provoked that madman.

Just then, he suddenly felt an extremely slight fluctuation of power sweep over him.

The fluctuation was so faint that it didn't even arouse the slightest sense of vigilance in him.

"What is it?"

Yu Tuo frowned subconsciously.

And then... that was it.

The aftershock, which he considered "weak," swept over his body.

There was no resistance, no suspense whatsoever.

Yu Tuo's equally immortal royal body, along with his Primordial Spirit, his Daoist temple, and all the living beings within it, were wiped clean from the very level of existence by that aftershock in an instant.

Both body and soul perished.

Not even a speck of dust remained.

If An Lan's death brought fear and silence to the Foreign Domain...

Yu Tuo's death then added an infinitely long pause to this silent terror.

Dead?

King Yu Tuo... is he also dead?

Moreover, he died under mysterious circumstances!

He didn't even make a move; he was just sitting in his dojo when he was... killed by the shockwave?

The surviving Immortal King ' Spiritual Sense collided wildly in the void, each thought filled with endless horror and trembling.

They finally realized that it wasn't a hallucination!

That was... a terrifying power that they could not comprehend or even imagine!

The aftershock of just one slap was enough to obliterate an Immortal King of the same caliber as An Lan!

Just what level of cultivation did that person who made the move possess?!

Immortal Emperor?

No! Even if the Celestial Emperor himself were here, he couldn't possibly do it so casually!

The entire Foreign Domain was plunged into unprecedented panic, and no one dared to extend their Spiritual Sense toward the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage that was still slowly moving forward.