Under the dazzling sun, beneath the vast heavens.
Great terror descended from the sky; its origins unknown, its departure unseen, like the fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, like the rising sun over a furious sea.
In Qin Shi’s eyes, he felt in that fleeting instant that the heavens grew dim, the earth turned sullen; the great sun lost its light, countless stars faded from their glory, all of creation plunged into a bottomless abyss, the mountains and rivers looked ready to sink into a boundless river sea.
There was no celestial light anywhere.
Everywhere, the great night held no brightness.
At that mont, he finally comprehended what it ant for the Dao to stand as high as the heavens, what it ant for montum to be utterly invincible.
In the face of absolute power, the status of young master of the Qin Family could not save him, nor could the ancestral shelter of the Qin forebears shield him.
In a flash of lightning and stone, Qin Shi’s frail and insubstantial primordial spirit was annihilated in an instant, like a guttering candle in the wind, like a blood-weeping, dying sun—leaving only a wisp of vivid, strange brilliance, dissolving into smoke and drifting away.
"Who dares?"
"Courting death!"
Almost at the sa mont, Ren Ping’an and Gao Wenliang reacted.
The previously cheerful Qin Shi suddenly stopped moving; the radiance in his eyes faded rapidly, his bodily functions receded instantly, and his whole person seed as though at death’s door, falling rigidly to the ground right before their eyes.
The two great experts instantly realized that soone had made a move—primordial spirit descended, striking to kill from afar, all of it unfolded in full view, beneath the broad daylight—absolutely lawless, unabashed.
Rumble...
No ti for hesitation; Ren Ping’an and Gao Wenliang’s primordial spirits exited their bodies instantly.
The waves thrown by the two high skill primordial spirits inevitably caught the attention of several nearby experts.
Buzz...
At this mont, Ren Ping’an and Gao Wenliang at last caught a glimpse of that mysterious master.
A terrifying primordial spirit swept across the sky, shrouded in layers of mysterious radiance, and beneath that radiance, even their own primordial spirits trembled and nearly crumbled.
"That is... Primordial Divine Light!?"
"Mahayana Realm!?"
In the hearts of Ren Ping’an and Gao Wenliang, it was as if a voice was roaring madly.
At this very mont, even they felt an abyssal fear—a pressure from the heights—that even as high skill experts, they could only stand trembling, unable to control themselves.
Buzz...
That vast and dreadful primordial spirit seed not even to notice these two insignificant beings; it was as if a massive creature in the river sea turning away to depart.
It was precisely this turning away that stirred up ripples, spreading outward in concentric waves.
"You..."
Ren Ping’an cried out in alarm, and cracks began to appear across his primordial spirit.
Buzz...
He was already aged, and in this realm had long since reached the end of his strength. His primordial spirit had waned and faded; now, under the waves set off by that turning away, it guttered like a candle in the wind, extinguished in an instant.
Rumble...
Gao Wenliang watched, shocked and furious.
At this mont, he was like a child swimming by the shore, as a giant whale glided past. Though it paid him no mind, the waves it kicked up threatened to swallow him in the vast ocean’s embrace.
Roar...
No ti to think; Gao Wenliang’s primordial spirit convulsed violently, a strange rhythm arose, lingering with the ghostly resonance of a dragon’s chant—endlessly rolling on.
"Dragon God’s Chant!"
This move was one he gleaned back when he t Chen Dragon at the Wuwei Sect—whose strange and arcane spirit was deeply engraved in his heart. Only after many years did he finally comprehend this technique: to make his primordial spirit tremble like a dragon’s cry, commanding storm clouds to blanket the mountains.
Given Gao Wenliang’s current realm, using this move inflicted great harm even upon his own primordial spirit, but with Ren Ping’an’s fate as a dire warning, in this mont of life and death, he could not afford a thought for consequence.
Gao Wenliang knew well: the master who dared to kill Qin Shi beneath the broad daylight was no re mortal—his ans so terrifying that Gao Wenliang himself was but an ant to be crushed.
Rumble...
The dragon’s cry reverberated; formless waves spread inward and out.
Gao Wenliang’s primordial spirit felt cast into a furious, vast sea; the waves surrounding him collided with those stirred by Zhang Fan’s primordial spirit turning away.
Bam...
In the blink of an eye, the two waves collided, and the terrifying backlash beca layers of rippling waves, which hurled Gao Wenliang’s primordial spirit far away. He gave a muffled groan, feeling the radiance around him dim, as though great night was about to descend.
Clenching his teeth, spending the last vestige of strength and fortune, he barely managed to retreat into his body acupoints.
Spurt...
Just as Gao Wenliang’s primordial spirit returned to the flesh, a mouthful of old blood burst forth. His whole body collapsed limply to the earth, his face white as paper. Looking back again, he saw Qin Shi and Ren Ping’an already lying stiff upon the ground, breath feeble and broken.
Gao Wenliang’s eyes brimd with lingering dread. Lost in confusion, he gazed at the crowd now gathered, each casting puzzled looks his way.
He understood, perhaps that mighty expert was hidden among these people.
No ti for pondering; Gao Wenliang’s trembling hand slipped into his pocket, drew forth a cellphone, and dialed a number.
The crowd of onlookers swelled. Fang Changle, watching Zhang Fan now moving freely at his side, could not help but ask, "All settled?"
"Should be. I hadn’t even tasted the feel of it before he was gone," Zhang Fan answered offhandedly.
Qin Shi, rely at the Profound Master realm—the third step out of the Nine Daoist Realms.
With such cultivation, Qin Shi’s primordial spirit in Zhang Fan’s eyes was a re firefly—one breath enough to snuff it out. How could it withstand a blow from Zhang Fan’s primordial divine light!?
"Crossing paths with you was his ill fate," Fang Changle remarked carelessly.
Nowadays, Zhang Fan was no longer the greenhorn who’d first stepped down from Zhenwu Mountain.
He had cultivated to this point; his primordial spirit was well on its way to recovery. Though not yet at Divine Fusion, compared to his days of re preservation, now he seed all the more arcane.
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