281: Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!

"Kill!"

He spat out this single word, and the dozen or so Foundation Establishment Cultivators behind him, upon hearing it, acted without the slightest hesitation.

The radiance of Spiritual Artifacts and Spells flared up once more, carrying a biting murderous intent as they enveloped everyone in the hall who was not of their Sect!

"Qin Wangchuan! What is the meaning of this!"

"We have already cooperated with the inspection, why must you resort to such deadly force!"

"Does the Luo Huang Immortal Sect intend to make enemies of all the other Sects?"

"..."

Angry shouts and questions exploded instantly.

The black-robed demonic Cultivator beside Lu Ming was the first to erupt into action; he transformed into a mass of black fog and hurled several Talismans at his surroundings, attempting to tear open an escape route.

However, he was firmly locked in place by a containment formation set up by three Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators working in unison.

The "Wonderful Brush Scholar" was also deathly pale; while sacrificing a scroll-type Spiritual Artifact to protect himself, he shouted urgently.

"Young Sect Master! This one is willing to swear an oath on my Heart Demon that I will never reveal what happened today! Please, show mercy!"

Yet the only response he received was a sharp flash of Sword Qi.

A Sword Cultivator from the Luo Huang Immortal Sect remained expressionless as he channeled his sword art, causing his Sword Qi to streak out like a rainbow. It instantly tore through the protective light of the bamboo scroll, causing a spray of blood to burst from the Scholar's chest as he staggered back several steps.

The great hall instantly turned into a slaughterhouse, with flashing Spiritual light and constant roaring sounds.

The Restrictions in the hall shook violently. A few Cultivators tried to resist together, but they were quickly separated and surrounded, and the stench of blood rapidly filled the air.

"Seriously, officer, is this really necessary?"

Lu Ming had been enjoying the show, so why did they suddenly start fighting!

Are the people of the Profound Spirit Domain all this rude! They have absolutely no sense of contractual integrity!

Seeing a Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator grinning hideously as he brandished a red bronze war hammer to smash down on his head, Lu Ming waved his sleeve with a hint of annoyance.

The next moment, a scene that made everyone's souls tremble appeared.

The Cultivator's figure, along with his Magic Treasure, froze abruptly in mid-air.

The hideous grin on his face had not yet faded before it transformed into extreme terror.

Immediately after, his entire body was as if gripped and crushed by an invisible giant hand; from his limbs to his torso, he rapidly turned into fine dust, disappearing into the air without a sound, leaving not even a trace behind.

For a moment, a bone-chilling cold instantly froze the great hall, and all fighting ceased at that instant.

The Cultivators widened their eyes, faces full of shock, as if they had seen a ghost.

Lu Ming sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "Why must you resort to violence? Isn't it better if everyone just gets along?"

Qin Wangchuan's expression changed as well, his heart nearly stopping.

Golden Core! How could it be a Golden Core True Person! Why would a Golden Core True Person appear here!!!

He could not fathom it, but an intense sense of crisis forced him to react instantly; he hurriedly bowed and spoke urgently.

"Senior, please calm your anger! It is this Junior who was blind and offended Senior!"

"Everything just now was a misunderstanding; this Junior is willing to offer a generous gift to apologize!"

After thinking about it, he added: "This Junior is Qin Wangchuan, Dao Child of the Luo Huang Immortal Sect, and my Revered Master is the Vice Sect Master of the Luo Huang Immortal Sect. I ask that Senior please show some face to the Luo Huang Immortal Sect and forgive this Junior for this offense!"

Although these words were an apology, they still subtly pointed out his Sect background.

"Are you threatening me?" Lu Ming was almost amused to the point of laughing.

What gave this Foundation Establishment Junior the delusion that he could intimidate a Golden Core with the name of his Sect?

Qin Wangchuan also realized he had spoken out of turn; cold sweat poured down, and he hurriedly tried to remedy it: "Senior, please do not be offended, this Junior had no such intention..."

"Noisy."

Lu Ming could not be bothered to listen further and waved his sleeve casually.

Vast magical power, like an overturning ocean, carrying an irresistible and overwhelming force, crashed down upon Qin Wangchuan!

Wherever it passed, the air emitted an unbearable screech, and the ground cracked inch by inch!

"No!!!"

Feeling death approaching, Qin Wangchuan's pupils shrank to pinpricks, the blood drained from his face, and boundless regret overwhelmed him.

Why was he so greedy as to silence them! And why hadn't he discovered this Golden Core True Person sooner!

No! You are a Golden Core, why the hell didn't you say so earlier! Is playing the pig to eat the tiger that fun!

If he had known this, why would he have gone to such unnecessary trouble!

However, it was already too late!

Seeing that this Golden Core magical power was about to swallow and crush him.

But at this critical moment, a crimson jade pendant on Qin Wangchuan's chest suddenly shattered!

A majestic Golden Core pressure erupted, and a solid crimson-gold light barrier instantly protected him; a phantom of a Fire Phoenix appeared upon the barrier.

It let out a sharp cry and spread its wings, forcefully resisting this torrent of magical power!

Boom!!!

The entire great hall shook violently, and dust fell from the ceiling.

The crimson-gold light barrier flickered several times, and finally, amidst the mournful cry of the Fire Phoenix phantom, the barrier shattered like glass, quickly breaking into countless crimson specks of light, but it had ultimately blocked the attack.

Seeing this, Lu Ming raised an eyebrow.

This was clearly a life-saving item on his person, which had been automatically triggered upon sensing a Life and Death crisis.

However, this was just a casual strike on his part; he hadn't used any real effort at all.

Just then, the scattered crimson specks of light began to rapidly coalesce, eventually revealing a phantom of a middle-aged Daoist wearing crimson-gold Daoist robes, with a dignified expression.

His gaze was like lightning as he stared directly at Lu Ming.

"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy!" the phantom spoke, its voice low and carrying the dignity of one who has long held a high position.

"This Seat is Feng Qingyang, Vice Sect Master of the Luo Huang Immortal Sect. My disciple was rude and offended Fellow Daoist; I am willing to offer compensation, so I ask that Fellow Daoist consider his youth and spare his life!"

Before Lu Ming could say anything, Qin Wangchuan began to court death again.

Having survived the ordeal, feeling the familiar pressure radiating from his Revered Master's phantom, his fear receded slightly, and an irrepressible resentment and sense of confidence surged back up.

With his Revered Master here, the other party should have some reservations, right?

He couldn't help but look up; in his eyes as he looked at Lu Ming, there was a faint, barely perceptible trace of resentment and... smugness?

Lu Ming took in his changing expression and shook his head lightly.

Seeing his silence, the Luo Huang Sect Master's phantom was about to speak again, but Lu Ming had already lost all patience.

"Not a bad trick."

He said calmly. Then, under the phantom's suddenly contracting pupils and Qin Wangchuan's instantly frozen gaze, he slowly raised his right hand, curled his fingers slightly, and pressed down.

"Pity, that's all it is!"

There was no earth-shattering momentum, only a phantom of a giant palm, seemingly formed from pure magical power, appearing out of thin air, and then nonchalantly covering downwards.

"How dare you—"

The phantom of Feng Qingyang let out a furious roar, and the Fire Phoenix phantom tried to coalesce again to resist.

However, as the giant magical palm descended, the Fire Phoenix phantom was completely annihilated before it could even let out a mournful cry.

Amidst violent distortion, Feng Qingyang's phantom left behind only a sharp, furious shout filled with unwillingness and shock, echoing in the ruined great hall.

"No matter who you are... the Luo Huang Immortal Sect will never rest until you are dead!!!"

Before the words had fully faded, the phantom disintegrated with a boom.

Immediately after, the giant palm, without any hesitation, landed gently on the ashen-faced Qin Wangchuan.