Lan Xuan Ke's Terror

"Xing Er..."

Yan Feng stared wide-eyed at the empty void before him, stunned.

Within the Immortal Abode World, the disciple who had spent over a decade by his side had perished without warning, leaving behind not even a wisp of remnant soul.

The blow struck so hard that even the rock-solid heart he had tempered through six lifetimes of cultivation cracked slightly.

"Chang Tian, Golden Mosquito, you..."

Rage spread from the depths of his heart.

Yan Feng gritted his teeth. "You killed my disciple. I want you to pay with your lives!"

Boom! In an instant, the usually steady Saint Prince flew into a towering rage, erupting with the most powerful aura he had ever displayed.

Beneath the origins of ice and fire, a strange ghostly flame rose—neither frost nor blazing fire. Yan Feng's long hair flew wildly as surging currents of laws poured from the True Flame Staff in his hand, becoming a colossal phantom like a Sky Pillar as he struck at both Grand Elders at once.

"Yan Feng, what are you doing?" Chang Tian could not understand why the genius he valued so highly was attacking him.

Golden Mosquito snorted coldly. "A mere ant dares to boast of courage?"

Boom! One strike.

Yan Feng's physical body collapsed, and he nearly died.

Even in his fury, even after unleashing the greatest power of his life, he was still helpless before a gap of seven realms.

"Yan Feng..."

Qin Heng opened his mouth, but stopped himself from speaking.

He understood how Yan Feng felt at that moment.

For more than ten years, all of them had cultivated bitterly. Only Yan Feng had devoted half his attention outside cultivation to guiding his disciple, teaching Xing Er the principles of life and conduct.

More than ten years—more than ten years by