"Heavens, this... this... this..."
Looking at the slurry of mud on the combat platform, nearly everyone was stunned silly. The very first disciple of the illustrious Shining Gold Temple had just been killed by someone, and his death was so gruesome it was almost impossible to accept. After all, that was a big shot renowned throughout this region.
"You, you, who exactly are you? How dare you lay such a vicious hand on my Senior Brother? Are you not afraid of my master, Master Shining Gold Chan?" Seeing his senior brother reduced to a pile of minced meat, Dao Yuan seemed to forget his own pain, trembling violently with fear. He even brought up his master directly.
Because he was truly afraid, afraid that the young man before him would kill him next. After all, if the other party dared to kill his senior brother, finishing him off would be nothing.
But his master was the abbot of the Shining Gold Temple, after all, a Third-rank Martial Lord. He figured that mentioning his master would make the other party at least hesitate. As long as he could save his life now, he could ask his master for revenge on his and his senior brother's behalf later.
However, he never imagined that not only was Chu Feng completely unimpressed by the name "Master Shining Gold Chan," he even asked calmly, "Who is Master Shining Gold Chan?"
"No way, you don't even know Master Shining Gold Chan?" Chu Feng's words caused everyone present to suck in a sharp breath, because they all knew what kind of figure Master Shining Gold Chan was.
"Master Shining Gold Chan is my master, the abbot of the Shining Gold Temple, a Third-rank Martial Lord," Dao Yuan emphasized his master's cultivation level.
However, when Chu Feng spoke his next words, he was completely speechless, at a loss for what to do.
"Oh, so he's the abbot of the Shining Gold Temple. That's the bastard who backs you up, giving you the nerve to do whatever you want at the Li residence, right?"
"Fine, very well. You can scram right now. Go tell your so-called master that within three days, I, Wuqing, will definitely come to the Shining Gold Temple to take his head."
"Whoosh~~~~~~~~"
As soon as these words were uttered, the scene erupted in an uproar. Everyone was shocked by Chu Feng's statement.
Dao Yuan had clearly stated his master's identity and told everyone about Master Shining Gold Chan's cultivation level, yet the other party not only remained unafraid but even made such a statement. It was impossible for the people present not to be stunned.
Domineering, utterly domineering.
Arrogant, but certainly with the capital for arrogance.
In that moment, everyone felt that this man called Wuqing must have an extraordinary background; otherwise, he couldn't be this brazen.
In that moment, everyone wondered who this man called Wuqing could possibly be, that he could disregard the Shining Gold Temple. After all, in their eyes, the Shining Gold Temple was an inviolable existence, the king among the myriad forces on this land.
"What a vicious brat! I don't know where you're from or what sect you belong to, but you dare lay a hand on a disciple of Master Shining Gold Chan, that's the same as laying a hand on a disciple of me, Ouyang Chun! Today, I will execute you!"
Just then, Lord Ouyang suddenly bellowed, then leaped up and soared through the air like a flood dragon.
He made his move because he had no choice. After all, Dao Yuan and Dao Cheng had come here to stand up for his Azure Green Pavilion. Now Dao Cheng had been killed right under his nose. If he didn't do something now, he would have no way to answer to Master Shining Gold Chan. So he had to act.
When a First-rank Martial Lord makes a move, the wind and clouds often change color, and heaven and earth tremble, because the martial power a Martial Lord possesses is truly formidable. This is a watershed realm, one that cultivators dream of. Stepping into this realm not only drastically increases one's cultivation but also prolongs one's lifespan.
So when Lord Ouyang made his move, everyone in front of the combat platform fled in all directions, terrified of being caught in his attack and losing their lives.
In fact, long before Lord Ouyang attacked, he had already unleashed his oppressive aura, covering the entire combat platform. He wanted to seal off Chu Feng's escape route to prevent him from fleeing.
However, sensing the invisible oppressive aura pressing in on him from all sides, Chu Feng remained completely motionless, utterly unaffected. To him, this oppressive aura was like air, posing absolutely no threat.
"How can this be? This brat can actually withstand my aura?" Seeing this, Lord Ouyang's brow furrowed deeply, further confirming that Chu Feng was no ordinary person. This made him dare not be careless, so a light flashed in his palm, and an extraordinary weapon, a great saber, appeared in his grasp.
"Swish!" With an extraordinary weapon in hand, he felt invincible. The great saber in his hand slashed down fiercely, and a dazzling half-moon-shaped blade of light emerged.
The blade of light seemed unstoppable, cutting even the void and leaving a deep, black gash. Heaven and earth grew dim, and what illuminated this world at that moment was no longer the sun, but that half-moon blade of light forged from the extraordinary weapon.
"Break!" However, just as the blade of light descended, Chu Feng roared. That single shout actually shattered the blade of light into pieces, dispersed the dark clouds overhead, and obliterated the oppressive aura surrounding him into nothingness.
But that wasn't all. Seeing the extraordinary great saber follow closely behind, still slashing down, Chu Feng showed no intention of dodging. Only when the saber was about to strike did he suddenly thrust out his hand, grasping the blade that could split the sky within his palm.
"You..." In that instant, Lord Ouyang was completely stunned, his aged face turning pale with fright. He was shocked to discover that his weapon-bound saber seemed to be stuck in Chu Feng's grip. Not only could it not harm Chu Feng, but he himself couldn't even move it an inch.
But what shocked him most came next. Chu Feng smiled faintly, applying just a bit of strength to his hand with a simple squeeze. With a crisp "crack," his weapon-bound saber was crushed to pieces.
"How is this possible? You're clearly only a First-rank Martial Lord, how can you possibly possess such strength?!" At that moment, Lord Ouyang finally sensed Chu Feng's aura. He could confirm that Chu Feng was merely a First-rank Martial Lord, but how could a First-rank Martial Lord possibly possess such power, to physically crush the weapon he was using?
"Pfft!" But just as Lord Ouyang was overwhelmed with disbelief, struggling to accept this fact, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Then, warm liquid uncontrollably gushed out. Looking down, he saw that Chu Feng's hand had pierced through his chest.
Right before everyone's eyes, after the hand that crushed the extraordinary weapon pierced Lord Ouyang's chest, Chu Feng willed it, and with a "boom," the very Lord of the Azure Green Pavilion turned into a mist of blood, dying right in front of them.
The blood mist drifted, filling the area, yet it could not stain Chu Feng's clothes or dirty his face. The aura of an expert was fully displayed.
After ruthlessly executing Lord Ouyang, Chu Feng suddenly swept his icy gaze over the members of the Azure Green Pavilion, speaking coldly:
"I will only count to ten. After the count of ten, anyone who still dares to remain within my line of sight—kill! No! Mercy!!!"