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Among them was the number one sect in the Great Colored Glaze Region, Fenghui Sect's Heir Disciple, Jin Can. He had a Connate Treasure Body and was at the Seventy-Two Golden Core Refinement Stage.
Black Raven Mountain's successor, Yuan Xuan. He was at the Fourth Stage, Ninth Stage, and had a Sixty-Three Golden Core Refinement Stage.
Crimson Pearl Mountain's successor, Xiao Fan. He was at the Connate Inheritance Stage and had a Seventy-Six Golden Core Refinement Stage.
Six Ren Mountain's successor, Ren Shen. He was at the Fourth Stage, Ninth Stage, and had a Seventy-Two Golden Core Refinement Stage.
The other Heir Disciples were about the same in strength. They were either at the Connate Creation Stage or at the Ninth Stage. The weakest among them was at the Second Stage and the Third Stage.
When the elders of the various sects arrived here, all of them revealed shocked expressions as if they didn't dare believe their eyes. Especially when they saw Zhuo Feng, He Wen, Ye Rou, and the others lying in pools of blood, their expressions turned grim.
Fire Cloud Branch's Elder Bowen immediately rushed over to check on Zhuo Feng's injuries. He found that Zhuo Feng's meridians were all broken, his foundation had collapsed, and his Golden Core had been shattered. Elder Bowen almost fainted from anger. Although He Wen, Kang Zhengqi, Ye Rou, and the others' cultivations weren't crippled, they were still beaten half to death.
"What's going on? What happened here?"
Looking at Zhuo Feng, Ye Rou, and He Wen, who were covered in blood and kneeling on the ground, Fei He's face was filled with shock.
"It's that evil cultivator surnamed Gu!"
"Elder, that evil cultivator surnamed Gu dares to attack in Six Ren Mountain. Quickly kill him!"
Only Zhuo Feng, He Wen, and the others were injured. The rest of the disciples were not injured, but they were greatly frightened. When they saw the elders of the various sects arrive, they all stood out and pointed at Gu Qingfeng with righteous indignation.
"Gu Qingfeng!"
Manor Lord Feihe looked at the white-clothed man in shock.
"That's right. I did it."
Gu Qingfeng stood there with his hands behind his back. There was no emotion on his face. He was very calm and indifferent.
"Why did you do it?"
"No reason."
"You!"
Manor Lord Feihe couldn't believe it.
"Arrogant brat, you dare cripple Zhuo Feng's cultivation? Today, I'll tear you to pieces!"
Fire Cloud Branch's Elder Bowen's eyes were scarlet red. Light flickered crazily around his body, and surging spiritual energy burst out.
The Fire Cloud Branch was not the only one who wanted to kill Gu Qingfeng. The elders of the Wind Cloud Branch, Three Caves, Five Mountains, and Fenghui Sect all wanted to kill Gu Qingfeng.
Seeing this.
Manor Master Fei He tried to dissuade him, but it was to no avail.
Just as Lan Fei 'er had said, Zhuo Feng, Ye Rou, He Wen, and the others were all geniuses that they had spent countless efforts to nurture. Now, they were either crippled or injured. All the effort they had spent on Zhuo Feng and the others had gone down the drain. How could they not be angry?
They all revolved their Golden Cores, summoned their flying swords, and brandished their sword arts.
Perhaps, these elders did not have natural spirits, nor did they have innate fortune, but they were all old men who had been cultivating for over a thousand years. The energy contained in each of their Gold Cores was immeasurably deep, and the immortal sword techniques they cast were ever-changing, mysterious, and marvelous.
At this moment.
Gu Qingfeng just stood there with his hands behind his back, and his body was suffused with a faint turbid glow. The glow was like water, and it was even slightly burning with flames. Lightning crackled within it, and it was like numerous electric sparks. It was extremely strange.
What was even more strange was that when the various profound sword arts came into contact with the turbid glow on Gu Qingfeng's body, a wave of crisp crackling sounds resounded, and then all of them inexplicably dispersed and vanished.
Yes.
All of them.
Everyone turned pale with fright when they saw this scene, and they once again executed their sword arts.
One, ten, a hundred. For a time, sword arts that covered the sky attacked like a violent storm.
However, it was useless.
When these sword arts came into contact with the turbid glow on Gu Qingfeng's body, they dispersed once more. No matter how profound the sword arts were, no matter how deep the spirit energy was, and no matter how many sword arts there were, they were all useless. When they came into contact with the turbid glow on Gu Qingfeng's body, a wave of crisp crackling sounds resounded, and then they vanished and dispersed.
This scene was really too strange, so strange that it was inconceivable.
Because everyone could see that the spirit energy circulating around Gu Qingfeng's body was only at the Violet Palace Realm. With such a cultivation level and spirit energy, he was actually able to resist the divine arts of so many people. No, it was not resisting at all. Everyone present clearly saw that after the various profound divine arts came into contact with him, they dispersed and disappeared, like moths flying into a flame.
How was this possible?
No one dared to believe that this was real.
Whoosh!
Another Sword Art was launched.
The one who attacked was Ren Shen. He was at the fourth level of the Flowing Color Realm, and the sword art he executed contained the natural power of the Flowing Color Realm.
It was useless.
When his sword art came into contact with the turbid glow on Gu Qingfeng's body, it simultaneously dispersed and disappeared like moths flying into a flame.
Then, the Prime Disciple of the Fenghui Sect, Jin Can, attacked. He had a Connate Treasure Body, and his cultivation level was at the seventy-two Golden Core Refinement Stage. The sword art he executed was also incomparably profound.
Just like Ren Shen, after his sword art attacked, it also dispersed and disappeared.
After that, the successor of the Black Raven Mountain, Yuan Xuan, the successor of the Red Pearl Mountain, Xiao Fan, the ten great sects, and the successor disciples of the Three Caves and Five Mountains all attacked, but in the end, they also dispersed and disappeared.
"I don't believe that I can't do anything to you!"
Whoosh!
Ren Shen did not believe it and executed his divine arts once again. The other successor disciples did the same, wildly executing their divine arts. They were all the successors of the Crown Princes, and all of them were proud and arrogant. Now that they could not do anything to a Violet Palace Realm cultivator, this made them lose face. The elders of the various sects did not stop either, and continued to execute their divine arts, crazily attacking.
The sky was filled with divine arts, spiritual energy, and attacks. It was beautiful and mysterious, crazy and terrifying.
There were more than two hundred people present, and half of them were the elders of the various sects. Their spiritual energy was extremely dense, and they were all famous in the Great Colored Glaze Region. The other half were geniuses. If they were not natural spirits, then they were Xiantian cultivators. They were all outstanding figures among the younger generation of the Great Colored Glaze Region.
It was this group of people who were crazily executing their divine arts.
The white-robed man did not move from the start. He just stood there with his hands clasped behind his back. A turbid light circulated around him. He stood there with a cold expression. His eyebrows did not raise, his eyes did not blink, his hair did not flutter, and his clothes did not move. Thousands upon thousands of divine arts were destroyed upon contact.
Time passed bit by bit.
The two hundred people present continued to execute their divine arts. However, they were no longer as crazy as before, and their divine arts were becoming weaker and weaker.
With each divine art executed, the spiritual energy within their Golden Cores would decrease by a bit.
The more divine arts they executed, the more spiritual energy they consumed.
Gradually, the number of divine arts used decreased. That was because many people had already collapsed. An hour later, no one was executing their divine arts anymore.
They stood there, their faces ashen and gasping for breath. They stared at Gu Qingfeng as if they had seen a ghost. Their eyes were filled with shock, shock, and terror.
This scene could no longer be described as strange. It was also not unbelievable. It was hair-raising. Mobile users, please browse for a better reading experience.
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