Boom—!
Gu Qingfeng took a step forward.
The heavens and earth shook violently, and the void in all directions trembled!
A terrifying, abyss-like demonic might erupted from him, sweeping across the entire area like a raging sea.
An unbelievable scene unfolded. The boundlessly terrifying immortal formation, the flying daggers shooting forth with burning blood flames, the heaven-and-earth-covering storm of sword blades that tore through the void... all these attacks striking from every direction came to a dead halt the moment they touched his demonic might, freezing around Gu Qingfeng as if time itself had stopped.
Then, with a slight exertion of force, a terrifying demonic light flared. These attacks were instantly blasted away, sending violent shockwaves rippling throughout the area.
At the same time, several muffled groans rang out from the void.
Six figures were seen flying backward viciously, spraying blood across the sky.
This premeditated assassination was thus effortlessly dismantled by Gu Qingfeng.
The six people who were sent flying backward hardly hesitated. Seeing how ferocious Gu Qingfeng was, they immediately turned and fled.
Their plan had failed, and their sneak attack had failed. They weren't fools; they clearly realized that Gu Qingfeng's strength was absolutely not as simple as relying merely on the Poison of the Great Dao.
However, how could Gu Qingfeng let them escape so easily?
"Jiejiejie... So you are just six ants at the Quasi-Immortal King level, yet you dare to pluck the tiger's whiskers of this Emperor? You truly don't know the meaning of death!"
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Gu Qingfeng raised his finger and tapped the void consecutively. In an instant, streaks of demonic energy shot out, whistling through the air, effortlessly piercing through the bodies of the six people.
They let out a miserable shriek and then plummeted straight down from the void, like large birds struck by a shotgun.
Subsequently, Gu Qingfeng waved his large hand, generating a boundlessly terrifying suction force. Like an invisible giant hand, it pulled all of them directly in front of him.
Looking at Gu Qingfeng who was now close at hand, the six of them were frightened out of their wits.
"Jiejiejie... You few have truly taken great pains to deal with this Emperor. Traps, sneak attacks, assassinations, and schemes—all linked together. It's just a pity that ants are ultimately ants. People like you are destined from birth to be trampled under this Emperor's feet. Even if you can play some unsightly little tricks, so what?
You must always remember that the sun inherently resides at the top of the firmament! You and this Emperor are fundamentally not on the same level. No amount of schemes and tricks will be of any use!" Gu Qingfeng said with a disdainful gaze, looking at them as if they were insects.
"Fiend! If you want to kill us, just do it. Why spout so much nonsense!" one of them said stubbornly.
Gu Qingfeng smiled. "Don't be in such a hurry. This Emperor plans to give you an opportunity. Call for backup."
"What!?" The few of them were instantly astonished, unable to react for a moment.
"This Emperor is telling you to call for backup! Don't you have sect elders, relatives, or friends behind you? Don't you want them to come and save you?"
The few of them looked at each other in dismay. "Are you serious?"
Boom!
Gu Qingfeng directly threw a punch, blowing up one of their heads. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.
He retracted his fist and said indifferently, "Do not make this Emperor repeat himself."
Looking at their companion's tragic state, the others no longer had any other thoughts. They hurriedly took out their communication jade talismans and began calling for help.
After a long while.
A figure abruptly appeared within the Profound Nether Immortal City. He appeared so suddenly, without any fluctuations of profound arts, as if he had always been there.
This was a middle-aged Daoist priest wearing a golden Daoist robe. His hair was coiled into a Daoist bun, an Eight Trigrams mirror hung upon his chest, and a treasured sword was slung across his back. He possessed the bearing of a transcendent immortal.
As soon as the captives saw the middle-aged Daoist, they were immediately overjoyed.
"Perfected Wenhua, save us!"
Gu Qingfeng looked toward the middle-aged Daoist, revealing a look of great interest. "Another Immortal King?"
The middle-aged Daoist met his gaze calmly. Suddenly.
Swish!
A streak of eerie purple light abruptly surfaced in the Daoist's eyes. The purple light formed a cross shape, like intersecting swords and sabers, and viciously struck toward Gu Qingfeng.
The corners of Gu Qingfeng's mouth curled up slightly.
"Insignificant tricks, yet you dare to show off before an expert?
Hmph!"
Gu Qingfeng snorted coldly. Demonic flames surged in his eyes, and an endless wave of heat invaded, colliding with the purple light and instantly neutralizing it.
"Interesting," the middle-aged Daoist softly exclaimed in surprise.
"It seems you possess more than just the Poison of the Great Dao; your own methods are not weak either. You clearly only show the cultivation of the Golden Immortal realm on the surface, yet your strength is no less than that of the early stage of the Immortal King realm.
You are qualified to know my name. Listen well. I am Perfected Wenhua, one of the Five Kings of the Immortal King Palace."
"Jiejiejie..." Gu Qingfeng laughed arrogantly, as if he had heard a joke.
"It seems this Emperor's illustrious name has yet to spread across the River of Laws, to the extent that nowadays, any random cat or dog dares to come and bark at me."
The middle-aged Daoist's gaze turned cold. "Brat, you are courting death!"
Rumble!
The middle-aged Daoist waved his sleeve and abruptly drew the longsword from his back. A sword intent that pierced the heavens and shook the earth soared into the sky, radiant as a blazing sun. The nearby void was completely torn apart, ripped open by the overflowing sword qi.
Merely drawing his sword had created such a powerful imposing aura. The middle-aged Daoist's strength had impressively reached the middle stage of the Immortal King realm.
That sword qi was too resplendent. It illuminated the void in all directions, suppressing the entire area, and giving one the hair-raising sensation of blades pressing against their body.
At this time, the captives cried out in panic, "Perfected Wenhua! Please don't attack! Save us!"
Seeing that they, along with Gu Qingfeng, were entirely enveloped by the terrifying sword momentum, these few people were instantly scared half to death, terrified of becoming collateral damage.
However, Perfected Wenhua merely said coldly, "You trashes are useless even if you live!"
Swish!
A curtain of sword light cascaded from the Nine Heavens, descending upon the world like a tilted silver galaxy, and slashed viciously toward Gu Qingfeng.
Bang!
Gu Qingfeng casually swatted with his hand, as if swatting a fly. Carrying billions of tons of immense force, it caused the very void to distort.
That resplendent sword qi was directly swatted apart, turning into a sky full of rain of light.
"If this is the extent of your abilities, then you can prepare to die," Gu Qingfeng said indifferently.
Perfected Wenhua revealed a look of astonishment. "Brat, there is something peculiar about your physical body. However, that is exactly what I want. After all, it has been a long time since I've encountered an opponent who could make me get serious."
As soon as his voice fell, Daoist Wenhua sacrificed the Eight Trigrams mirror in front of him, and violent magical power frantically surged into it.
In an instant, golden flames of light erupted from the Eight Trigrams mirror, evolving into a giant Eight Trigrams formation. It blotted out the sun and sky, enveloping the surroundings, and pressed down upon Gu Qingfeng to suppress him.
Gu Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged as he threw a punch. The endless demonic runes on his fist transformed into raging demonic flames that burned fiercely. A terrifying, abyss-like magical power, coupled with billions of tons of immense force, poured out in full force.
Boom!
The Eight Trigrams matrix was instantly torn to pieces. Even the Eight Trigrams mirror itself suffered a dreadful bombardment, shaking violently as web-like cracks appeared across its surface.
Daoist Wenhua's expression instantly changed. He could never have imagined that Gu Qingfeng could actually erupt with such powerful strength.
Gu Qingfeng was also slightly surprised. "Is this the middle stage of the Immortal King realm? To think it is so frail. Could it be that I've devoured too much recently, and coupled with dual cultivating too much with female Immortal Kings, my strength accidentally increased again?"
He had always thought he was, at most, invincible among early-stage Immortal Kings, and that he would be evenly matched against a mid-stage opponent. Yet who could have imagined that a so-called mid-stage Immortal King would amount to nothing more than this?
Are female Immortal Kings really such a sweet catch?
It seems I will have to capture a few more in the future.
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