Silence.
Gu Qingfeng walked towards the pavilion. Féquy, who had been standing in the pavilion, did not dare to delay and quickly went forward to pour wine for Gu Qingfeng.
Wang Feiyu stood at the entrance of the Green Laurel Garden. His face, which could be considered handsome, was pale.
He was the noble Duke Yun.
He was also the manager of the Yan Luo Immortal Manor.
He had the ancient bloodline of the Earthly Fiend Tiger and the greatest creation of the Human Dao Edict.
It could be said that in the entire Yan Luo Kingdom, no one dared to provoke him. Whether it was the Four Great Clans or the Seven Great Sects, they had to respectfully address him as Duke Feiyu. The others did not even dare to breathe loudly in front of him, let alone provoke him.
And now, the man in white who pretended to be the King not only ignored his existence in public, but also told him to get lost.
Although Wang Feiyu was not an impulsive person, he could not bear such humiliation at this moment.
He was furious and shouted proudly, "I, Wang Feiyu, am under the orders of the Human Dao Edict. How can I allow you to …"
Wang Feiyu was furious and shouted loudly. The Earthly Fiend Tiger's roar was faintly heard. It was deafening, and the brilliance around his body seemed to contain endless power.
As he was talking, Gu Qingfeng, who was walking towards the pavilion, suddenly stopped. He turned around and pointed at Wang Feiyu. He shouted angrily, "Get lost! Or I'll kill you on the spot! "
The word "get lost" was heard. It was as if the sky had collapsed, the earth had cracked, hundreds of millions of thunderbolts had exploded at the same time. It was as if the sun had fallen, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had sunk. It was as if the world had come to an end. The thousands of people gathered in the Green Lily Garden all fell to the ground in an instant.
Yes!
All of them!
There was no exception.
No matter if it was Qi Mu of Earth Immortal Gui Yuan, or Yu Heng, Feng Xu, Ben Lei, and the others from Meishan Branch, or even the beauty of reincarnation, all of their minds were shaken by this peerlessly domineering shout, causing them to collapse onto the ground.
This shout was so domineering that it could shock the heavens and earth and make ghosts and gods weep.
As far as the eye could see, thousands of people were stiff and fell to the ground unconscious. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
And Wang Feiyu was so shaken by this domineering shout that his hair stood on end. Bleeding from his seven orifices. He knelt on the ground and raised his head. His eyes were full of fear. He opened his mouth and blood.... but not a word.....
.......... and............................ Looking at the thousands of people on the ground..... and and.... Wang...................... and........ and..........................
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It was just one sound.
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The power of sound was a type of immortal art.
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Of course.
If one's cultivation was high enough to crush the other party, perhaps the power of a shout could hurt the other party's Primordial Spirit and Dharma Form.
But this could only be done in a one-on-one situation. One had to use all his strength, concentrate, lock on the other party, and concentrate on shouting.
Any immortal art or divine ability would only display its true might when it was condensed. In other words, if an immortal art or divine ability could kill one person, then if it enveloped two people at the same time, its might would be greatly reduced. If it enveloped three people, its might would be even weaker.
The more people the divine power shrouded, the more scattered the power contained in it would be, and the weaker its power would be.
This was true of divine power. The power of a divine power was even more so.
Previously, in Linglong Villa, Gu Qingfeng's shout shattered the minds of hundreds of people. It was already hard for the Tang Man-Ching to believe.
Fortunately, it was only the mind that was shattered. The Tang Man-Ching could more or less bear it.
Now that she had personally witnessed Gu Qingfeng's might shake the lives of thousands of people present to the point where it was unknown whether they were dead or alive, this was completely beyond Tang Manqing's tolerance. Not to mention accepting it, she didn't even dare to believe that this was real.
Thousands of people were not Tom, Dick, and Harry. Many of them were Earth Immortals at the Great Perfection, Earth Immortals at Lingyuan, Earth Immortals at Chaoyuan, and even Earth Immortals at Guiyuan. Now they were slumped on the ground by Gu Qingfeng's shout. They couldn't even stand up.
The Tang Man-Ching couldn't imagine what kind of power, what kind of momentum, and what kind of sound could be so terrifying.
She didn't know.
She couldn't imagine it either.
What made her scalp tingle was that Duke Feiyu was bleeding from the seven orifices because of Gu Qingfeng's shout.
Who was Wang Feiyu?
He had the unique bloodline of the Earthly Evil Tiger and the imperial edict given by the people's way. His strength was unparalleled. Even Individual Immortals or Genuine Immortals couldn't do anything to him. Now, he was so shocked by Gu Qingfeng's shout that he knelt on the ground and couldn't even speak.
People couldn't help but wonder if Wang Feiyu's imperial edict was fake.
Or was Gu Qingfeng's strength really so terrifying?
No one knew.
If they didn't see it with their own eyes, no one would dare to believe it was true. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, they still couldn't believe it.
Not to mention that they couldn't believe it, even the beauty of reincarnation turned pale when she saw this scene.
She could see that Gu Qingfeng was unfathomable.
She also knew that he was not to be trifled with.
Only now did she realize that Gu Qingfeng's existence was far beyond her imagination. At the same time, she secretly rejoiced that she didn't test him before. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
The hundred or so Immortal Officials of the Yan Luo Immortal Manor were either dead, crippled, or crippled. Only the Immortal Official of the Purple Cloud, Qi Mu, could still breathe. He sat on the ground, paralyzed. His mind was in chaos and his consciousness was blurred. His Primordial Spirit and Dharma Form were trembling and his whole body was in pain. He tried to stand up, but it was useless. The strong sense of fear made him suffocate.
He trembled as he crawled up from the ground. Ignoring the endless fear in his heart, he knelt on the ground and cupped his hands as he said, "Sir, please spare Feiyu's life on account of his youth and ignorance. This one … this one begs you!"
He finally realized the existence of Gu Qingfeng. Not to mention that he couldn't afford to offend him, he quickly knelt and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
He wasn't begging for mercy for himself, but for Wang Feiyu.
He was the chief steward of the Yan Luo Immortal Manor.
He was also a participant in this incident. Lu Tianze and the other nobles of Sengoku were injured. He couldn't bear the responsibility.
If Wang Feiyu died here today, then he wouldn't be able to keep his position as the chief steward of Yan Luo Immortal Manor. Not only that, he wouldn't even be able to keep his life. Even if Yan Luo Immortal Manor didn't kill him, the Immortal Dynasty would. He knew better than anyone how important Wang Feiyu was to the Immortal Dynasty.
(End of Chapter)
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