In a private room in the attic. Auntie Small.
Tang Man-ching stared at him as if she was lost in thought.
It was also at this moment that she finally understood why this person looked so carefree, so carefree that he didn't take anyone seriously, and so carefree that he didn't seem to take anything seriously.
Before, she had always thought that this guy was bluffing, relying on the rules of the villa, and knew that Peng Jia didn't dare to do anything, so he dared to be so arrogant.
Only now did she realize that all of this was just her own imagination.
From the very beginning, this person was not bluffing. He was truly fearless and did not take it seriously. He really did not put anyone in his eyes.
Indeed.
How could a person who was not affected by the dual power of nature and the Dharma Form of the Great Sun be afraid?
How could a person who could shake the minds of everyone present to the point of collapse with a single shout put these people in his eyes?
At this moment.
Tang Man-ching wanted to laugh at her own ignorance.
Such a mysterious and unknown powerful person, she actually … actually suspected that he had lost all his cultivation and was mentally unstable?
It was just that she couldn't understand how a person who had neither cultivation nor fortune, who was extremely weak in both spirit and body, was not affected by the dual power of nature and the light of the Grand Sun, and how was he able to intimidate everyone's mind with a single shout?
She didn't understand!
She couldn't figure it out even if she racked her brains.
It completely went against all the common sense of cultivation that she was familiar with.
It didn't make sense at all.
She didn't understand and couldn't figure it out.
Peng Jia was even more confused and couldn't figure it out.
He was stunned there.
Like a statue, his face was pale and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost. His body couldn't help trembling, and his facial features were a little distorted.
Previously, he didn't believe and couldn't accept it.
Now, he still didn't believe and still couldn't accept it.
However, there were many things in the world that weren't true just because you didn't believe them, and it didn't mean that they wouldn't happen just because you couldn't accept it.
"Little bastard."
Gu Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at Peng Jia. His expression was very calm, and his tone was even more flat. There was no sadness, no joy, no anger, and no worry. It was as if he was chatting with someone. He said indifferently, "With your little ability, you want to flaunt your strength?"
Opposite.
Peng Jia finally realized that he couldn't afford to offend the person in front of him.
But it was too late.
He wanted to run.
But he couldn't move at all.
He couldn't even feel the existence of his own body.
Why?
I don't know.
He was completely enveloped by a deep sense of terror, and it was as if he'd fallen into a boundless dark abyss. No matter how he struggled, it was useless, and it caused him to feel suffocated and despair.
"I am a noble conferred by Sengoku and a personal disciple of the Nandou Sect. My parents are immortals and elders of the Nandou Sect. If … if you dare to touch a hair on my head, my parents, the Nandou Sect, and Sengoku will not … will not let you off."
Peng Jia was finally scared. He was scared to the bone, and he was scared to the soul. He brought out his family background, hoping to scare the other party.
"Hehe."
Gu Qingfeng smiled and raised his cup to drink. He shook his head and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I rarely take lives now. If it was in the past, you would have died many times. Besides, you didn't do anything to me, so I won't kill you."
With that, Gu Qingfeng looked at the Dharma image of the sun hanging above Peng Jia's head and said, "This thing should be the so-called Dharma image of the sun, right? It looks pretty good, can you let me play with it? "
As he spoke, he didn't wait for Peng Jia to respond. He waved his hand and the Dharma image of the sun was instantly sucked over to him.
This was a nine-meter huge Dharma image of the sun and the power of light. At this moment, Gu Qingfeng held it in the palm of his hand and began to play with it as if he was looking at a toy.
"You don't say, it's quite heavy."
Gu Qingfeng raised his hand and the Dharma image of the sun flew into the sky, then fell back into his palm. He raised it again, then it fell back down again, and this process repeated.
Everyone knew that this was the Dharma image of the sun, and it was the symbol of Sengoku's nobility. At this moment, it was being tossed around by Gu Qingfeng like a balloon.
Since the beginning of the modern era, no one had ever done this.
This was because the Dharma image of the sun contained the extremely domineering power of the sun, as well as the vast power of light. Few people could resist it.
This was not important.
What was important was that the Dharma image of the sun was not only the symbol of nobility, but also the symbol of Sengoku.
Playing with the Dharma image of the sun was not only humiliating the nobility of Sengoku, but also blaspheming the dignity of Sengoku!
Under such circumstances, who would dare to do this?
This person dared to!
Moreover, every time he tossed it, the Dharma image of the sun would inexplicably shrink. After tossing it back and forth seven or eight times, the nine-meter Dharma image of the sun had become the size of a fist.
"You … you …"
Opposite.
Peng Jia was still suspended in mid-air, unable to move. His body trembled more and more violently, and even became blurry and distorted. After all, this was his Primordial Spirit. Every time Gu Qingfeng tossed it around, his acupuncture points, meridians, dantian and Zifu would be greatly affected. He looked like he was in extreme pain, as if his soul was being squeezed.
"Give … give me back my Primordial Spirit Dharma image … otherwise … otherwise … I, Peng Jia, swear … swear that I will … will definitely make you die without a burial place! Definitely!!! "
"Is that so? Then I'll give it back to you. "
Gu Qingfeng's lips curled into a smile. He stretched out his hand and flicked the thumb-sized Dharma image of the sun back into Peng Jia's body.
He clapped his hands, as if dusting them off. Then he stood up and stretched. "I said I wouldn't kill you, so I definitely won't kill you. However, I have a habit since I was young, and it's an old problem. That is, I don't like to be beaten. If others beat me, I'll beat them back. This was the case in the past, now, and in the future, there will be no exception. Since you attacked me, you have to pay the price."
As his voice fell, Gu Qingfeng raised his leg and kicked Peng Jia's chest directly!
Crack!
With this kick, Peng Jia, who was motionless in mid-air, was instantly torn apart. His bones and tendons were all shattered. His dantian and Zifu exploded and collapsed. His Primordial Spirit Dharma image disappeared. His Primordial Spirit Dharma image was destroyed. He fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. It was really a puddle of mud.
He was crippled.
Completely crippled.
Not only had his cultivation been crippled, his fortune had been crippled as well, and he was completely and utterly crippled. Every single inch of his skin, every single aperture, and every single meridian had been utterly shattered, and there was no longer any vitality in his entire body.
Even so.
He was still alive.
Gu Qingfeng said he wouldn't kill him, so he definitely wouldn't kill him.
He was indeed still alive.
But he was on the verge of death.
He was only breathing in and not out.
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