Bang!
Gu Qingfeng raised his right hand holding the sun and gave it a gentle squeeze. The blazing star instantly exploded, raining down endless golden fire across the sky—a dazzling, magnificent spectacle.
Is this the power of a Quasi-Emperor?
Not bad at all.
The Qilin Child’s imperial technique strike had just granted him a portion of the Sun Immortal Body’s essence. After merging it with his Chaos Body, the latter’s level surged once more, bringing him a significant step closer to the Minor Completion stage.
Thus, his power had now reached the Quasi-Emperor level.
The Quasi-Emperor realm was unlike any before it—there were no tiers like the First to Ninth Heavens. A Quasi-Emperor was simply a Quasi-Emperor, with no further distinctions.
This was because a Quasi-Emperor had forged their own path, cultivating laws unique to themselves. The Dao could not be quantified, and since each person’s Dao was different, no clear hierarchy existed.
Of course, some Quasi-Emperors were stronger than others—but the measure was no longer their realm. Instead, it came down to whose Dao was mightier, who had walked further along their path.
"Use whatever tricks you have left. If you don’t, you’ll never get the chance again," Gu Qingfeng said indifferently, watching the horrified Qilin Child.
The sheer contempt in his tone cut deep into the Qilin Child’s pride.
"This prince is the trueborn son of Emperor Qilin! How could I lose to a lowly human?!"
"True Qilin Form!"
With a furious roar, the Qilin Child went berserk, reverting to his original form—a massive qilin wreathed in golden flames.
His body gleamed like forged gold, every scale seemingly carved in harmony with the Great Dao. Even his mane shimmered with divine light, swaying like flickering golden fire.
Like an ancient god awakening, his golden flames surged into the heavens, unleashing a terrifying, ocean-like pressure that shook the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Boom!
The Qilin Child charged at Gu Qingfeng, each step shaking the void like a collapsing mountain, the air detonating in his wake.
"Die!"
A single swipe of his golden claws shattered the void, unleashing a storm of radiant energy.
Yet, against this overwhelming strike, Gu Qingfeng didn’t move an inch. He simply extended a single pale finger and lightly pressed forward.
Clang!
The crisp metallic ring echoed like the toll of an imperial bell—a sound unheard in this world, shaking heaven and earth.
Countless gazes locked onto that single finger. Time itself seemed to freeze as all onlookers forgot to breathe.
Blocked… just like that?!
A single finger had stopped the full-force strike of a True Qilin Form?!
That was a qilin! One of the world’s mightiest creatures, on par with true dragons and phoenixes! And this was no ordinary qilin—this was a Quasi-Emperor with ancestral blood!
Had Gu Qingfeng defeated the Qilin Child as a Quasi-Emperor, people might have been shocked but not utterly bewildered—after all, there were always greater heights.
But stopping a True Qilin Form with one finger? That was downright absurd!
Was this really something a Quasi-Emperor could do? Was Gu Qingfeng not some hidden Heavenly Emperor in disguise?
The Qilin Child’s eyes bulged with fury and terror as he stared at that slender, flawless finger—so delicate it looked like it could snap with a flick.
Yet, it held firm against his full strength.
"AHHH!!!"
The Qilin Child roared madly, muscles straining beneath his scales, his Sunfire burning at its peak. But no matter how hard he pushed, that finger didn’t budge.
It wasn’t a finger—it was an immovable pillar of the cosmos.
"Too weak."
Gu Qingfeng’s tone was flat, laced with disappointment.
The Qilin Child’s pride shattered.
"This prince refuses to believe it!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His attacks came like a raging tide, each strike carrying the force of an army, blotting out the stars and splitting the sky.
Against any other Quasi-Emperor, such an assault would have reduced them to dust.
But the Qilin Child was facing Gu Qingfeng—a cheat with a system.
As the storm of blows rained down, Gu Qingfeng didn’t retreat an inch. That same finger flicked and tapped with effortless grace, deflecting every strike.
Of course, all he had to do was touch the attacks. The system handled the rest, absorbing and converting them into attributes.
With the system’s help, even a strand of hair could have blocked them.
The contrast between the two was stark—one a frenzied beast, the other calm and bored.
And bored he was. Standing still, only a finger moving… it was dull.
So Gu Qingfeng’s other hand finally moved. His left arm slowly rose.
Was he counterattacking?
An entire hand this time! If one finger was this strong, what could a whole palm do?
The ancient beings watching from the shadows held their breath.
The Qilin Child tensed, splitting his focus to track the left hand’s movements.
Then, under the weight of countless gazes, Gu Qingfeng’s left hand curled inward, reached into his robes, and emerged holding… a peach.
A divine peach from the Queen Mother of the West, still warm from when he’d pocketed it during their… intimate moment. Best eaten fresh.
Crunch!
Juice burst across Gu Qingfeng’s tongue as he took a bite—sweet, fragrant, and slightly sticky, an explosion of flavor.
The onlookers froze.
He was… eating a peach?!
Their minds reeled at the surreal scene.
Amidst the earth-shaking battle, Gu Qingfeng snacked on fruit while using a single finger to toy with the Qilin Child like a puppy.
Crunch!
Another bite.
And in the Qilin Child’s heart, something else crumbled—his Dao Heart.
He had emerged to slay a Quasi-Emperor, to cement his invincibility. Instead, he’d been reduced to this.
Ten thousand strikes, all stopped by one finger. And now… a peach.
Half an incense stick later, the peach was gone.
The Qilin Child was broken.
His eyes dull, movements mechanical, he continued attacking that damned finger on instinct alone.
Flick!
Gu Qingfeng gave a light tap to the Qilin Child’s forehead, sending him flying hundreds of miles—but at least it snapped him out of his stupor.
"How can you be this strong? This prince refuses to believe it! There must be something wrong with your finger!" The Qilin Child exclaimed in agitation, desperately seeking an excuse for his defeat.
"This prince has figured it out! Your finger must be an Emperor’s Weapon—yes, that’s it! Throughout history, there have been countless Heavenly Emperors. Who’s to say one of them didn’t wield a finger as their Emperor’s Weapon?"
Watching the Qilin Child delude himself, Gu Qingfeng decided to deliver another crushing blow—to shatter his defenses completely and seize the opportunity to subdue him as a mount.
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