The sky was still filled with flying immortal arts, but there were far fewer of them than before.
Some were forced to stop because they'd exhausted their spiritual energy due to their frenzied display of immortal arts.
More than that, they were scared.
They felt a bone-chilling fear from the bottom of their hearts.
Innumerable immortal arts and divine abilities swept out continuously, but they were unable to shake Gu Qingfeng in the slightest. They were truly afraid. It was a kind of disheartened fear. It was also a kind of fear that was filled with despair. It was also a kind of fear that was filled with disbelief.
This fear gave them the feeling that they were as insignificant as ants in front of Gu Qingfeng, so insignificant that they weren't even worth mentioning.
The sky was filled with fewer and fewer immortal arts. A thousand, a hundred … ten … until no one dared to continue.
Everyone was scared.
Sengoku's envoy, Cloud Leopard, was.
Liu Guang Tao and the other immortals were.
So were the four great clans and the seven great sects' wandering immortal forefathers.
Their faces were ashen and they gasped for breath. The light around them flickered in and out of existence, and their spiritual energy was also faintly discernible. Their immortal spirits had long been overdrawn, and their spiritual energy was close to exhaustion.
Even the haughty Long Qianren and Liu Guang Que had stopped. Their attitudes were no longer as brash as before, and their eyes were no longer filled with arrogance. All that was left was fear.
Both of their spiritual energies were almost completely depleted. The Flowing Light Tower's eight hundred and eleven Great Nature Colored Spirits had also become dim and dull. Long Qianren's Little Destiny, Little Nature, Little Immortal Edict, and even the Blue Dragon Tyrannical Sun that he had always been proud of were no longer as domineering as before. They were as weak as wisps of smoke.
The first time they'd made a move, they'd been inexplicably restricted.
They'd all thought they'd been careless and unprepared, falling into Gu Qingfeng's trap.
Now that their fortunes had been fully unleashed and they'd used everything they had, they couldn't shake Gu Qingfeng in the slightest. Only then did they realize that they hadn't been careless or unprepared, nor had they fallen into Gu Qingfeng's trap. Instead, it was because Gu Qingfeng's existence was truly very, very strong.
Proud and arrogant, they finally realized that Wan Huaiyu, Qin Hao, and Bei Changqing hadn't said those words to scare them. Gu Qingfeng's existence was truly unimaginably strong.
"Attack! Everyone, don't stop! Keep attacking! Sengoku dominates the world. He definitely won't dare resist! "
Cloud Leopard roared, urging everyone to continue attacking.
But no matter how he shouted, no one else.
Attack?
More than 10,000 people worked together and used their celestial arts like crazy. Their celestial souls were weak, their spiritual force was overdrawn, and their dantians were dried up. Even so, they couldn't shake Gu Qing Feng at all.
How could he make a move?
.....
He didn't dare to do it again.
. None of them dared.
Time passed by bit by bit, and the atmosphere in the hall had unknowingly become silent.
What was even more puzzling was that the sun had been high up in the sky, as if not much time had passed. Now, the sun was setting in the west.
As dusk began to fall, the silence in the hall gradually turned into a deathly stillness.
Silence.
So quiet that no one dared to speak.
It felt like a storm was coming. Terrifying darkness was swallowing the world's light bit by bit.
Gu Qingfeng was still standing there.
He stood there with his hands behind his back.
His clothes were whiter than snow. His sleeves didn't flutter.
His hair was as black as ink. Not a single strand danced in the wind.
At this moment, he wasn't as carefree as before, and he wasn't as lazy and casual as before. There was only silence, a cold and lonely silence.
He closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, as if he was comprehending something.
Not far away.
Féquy had been standing there with his head lowered.
He hadn't said a single word. He hadn't raised his head, not even once.
Next to him.
Old monster Tang, who had always been laughing and cursing, had become extremely solemn. His expression was also quite ugly. He looked at Gu Qingfeng cautiously and fearfully. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he did not dare to. Even the muscles at the corners of his mouth could not help but tremble a little.
"Laoguai."
Suddenly, Gu Qingfeng's voice came. Like his person, it was full of silence. Tang Laoguai was so scared that he trembled violently. He didn't dare to call himself a brat anymore. He replied in a trembling voice, "Tian, Tianlang, you … you can talk. I'm listening."
"Legend has it that if a person kills too many people, he will be sent to the eighteenth level of hell by God. Do you believe it?"
"I don't … I don't know."
Tang Laoguai seemed to feel something. He seemed to be particularly frightened in front of Gu Qingfeng. He even trembled when he spoke.
"I believe it."
Gu Qingfeng opened his eyes. His dark eyes were still as calm as an abyss. This made Old Eccentric Tang feel somewhat at ease. However, Gu Qingfeng's next words made his heart jump into his throat. "You're right. You're right. You're right.
"Because I was sent to hell by God, I don't mind going to hell again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Laoguai fell to the ground with a thump. Two words popped up in his mind: "It's over."
Gu Qingfeng's meaning was very clear.
Tang Laoguai understood.
Everyone else present also heard that Gu Qingfeng was ready to make a move, and he might even kill.
Thinking of this, the immortal officials of Sengoku, the Grand Elders of the four major families, and the seven major sects all stepped back in fear.
At this time.
An old man walked over, bowed and cupped his hands. "Your Excellency, I hope you can forgive them on account of their young and ignorant age. I, Xun Nian, salute you!"
"Humph! Xun Nian, as the Grand Manager of the Celestial Dynasty, how can you bow to this person? What ignorance? What ignorance? I, Long Qianren, fear neither the heavens nor the earth. Why would I be afraid of him? Why would I need his forgiveness? What a joke! "
Long Qianren took a step forward with a face full of arrogance. He sneered and his eyes were full of disdain. "I, Long Qianren, am the sixth young master of the Long family of Yunshang, the Cloud Duke conferred by Sengoku. I have the protection of the Blue Dragon Tyrant Sun. My father is the famous Long Zongsheng, and my master is Sengoku's Almighty Golden Immortal, Tian Canzi. Today, I, Long Qianren, am standing here. If you dare to hurt me, you won't live to see tomorrow!"
Finished speaking.
Long Qianren deliberately used his Blue Dragon Tyrant Sun to show off his power.
Suddenly, a person appeared in front of him in a flash.
It was a man in white, a lonely and quiet man in white. It was none other than Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng's sudden appearance scared Long Qianren so much that he turned pale. He was so scared that he froze in place, not knowing what to do.
Gu Qingfeng didn't say a word. He slapped Long Qianren on the top of his head. With a bang, the so-called Blue Dragon Tyrant Sun above Long Qianren's head vanished into thin air. The Little Destiny, the Little Immortal's Decree, and the Little Nature's Three Creations also disappeared in an instant. Long Qianren didn't even make a sound before he was reduced to ashes.
(End of Chapter)
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