197: Chapter 197 Enraged, Young Master, please wait!

A voice filled with endless mockery and coldness rolled through the great hall, causing the surrounding basalt pillars to hum and vibrate.

"You arrogant brat, today this old man shall teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders."

Having been denied Face repeatedly, Steward Duan was furious; his stiff, aged Face instantly darkened, almost as if water were about to drip from it.

He had been famous for a long time and held a lofty position in Sunset City. When had he ever been so publicly provoked by a wet-behind-the-ears young junior?

Boom!! Steward Duan took a step forward, and the ground instantly cracked like a spiderweb.

The terrifying True Qi of a Half-step Golden Core pressed down on Qin Feng like a mountain toppling or a sea overturning. He clenched his right hand into a fist, and pale cyan True Qi gathered frantically, forming a violent fist imprint several zhang in size. Carrying a sharp sonic boom, it headed straight for his Face.

"Old thing, with just your old bones, are you even qualified to discipline me?"

Qin Feng sneered. Instead of dodging, he met that punch head-on, throwing a straight punch of his own.

On his right fist, dark golden blood-Qi and blue electric arcs intertwined and coiled, like an angry Dragon emerging from the sea, meeting the attack with force capable of destroying anything in its path.

"Bang—!!!" The two fists collided violently in the Void Realm, erupting with a dull, thunderous roar. The violent shockwave turned into a gale, instantly shattering the stone chairs around the great hall into powder and kicking up dust that filled the sky.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Steward Duan felt a terrifying, overwhelming force surge into his body through his arm, shaking his chest and causing his blood-Qi to churn. He left a deep footprint with every step, forced back five steps before he could steady himself.

His right arm, which had thrown the punch, was now trembling uncontrollably, and faint, charred marks from lightning were visible on the surface of his skin.

In contrast, Qin Feng stood firmly in place like a towering pine, his figure not swaying in the slightest; he merely retracted his fist with a cold expression.

"What?! This is impossible!" Steward Duan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpricks, his Face filled with unbelievable shock.

"Your cultivation... You just reached the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment, how can you be this powerful?!"

The surrounding Loose Cultivators also gasped in shock, and discussions erupted like a tidal wave.

"My heavens, Steward Duan is a supreme expert at the Half-step Golden Core stage; how was he actually forced back by one punch from Young Master Qin?"

"This Qin Feng is simply a monster; how long has it been since he just had his Breakthrough!"

"Old dog, there are still many things you haven't anticipated."

Qin Feng brushed non-existent dust off his sleeves, a cruel, evil smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "I will give the City Lord's Mansion Face one last time. If you block me again, I will kill you along with them!"

"You yellow-mouthed brat, do you really think you can be Heaven-Defying just by breaking through to the Middle Stage?! Take another move from this old man!"

Steward Duan was trembling with rage and suddenly slapped the Storage Pouch at his waist.

Clang! A long blade, entirely bronze-colored and exuding thick Evil Qi, landed in his hand.

"《Hundred-Mile Yellow Springs Slash》—Kill!"

His roar resounded in all directions. Steward Duan gripped the blade with both hands, pouring his Half-step Golden Core True Qi into it without reservation.

The bronze blade instantly erupted with blinding earthy-yellow light. The Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth seemed to be forcibly drained in an instant, transforming into a yellow wave of blades carrying a heavy aura of Death Qi.

"Rumble—!" The blade descended, and the air trembled.

A turbid yellow river, dozens of zhang wide and exuding an aura of deathly silence, like water from the Yellow Springs bursting from the Nine Heavens, roared and surged with a momentum that engulfed everything, instantly swallowing Qin Feng whole.

Wherever the Yellow Springs passed, the hard basalt ground melted like snow, turning into charred mud.

"Hahahaha, well deserved death!" Gu Teng, hiding behind, saw this and his Face twisted with excitement, laughing wildly. "Under Steward Duan's Hundred-Mile Yellow Springs Slash, there are no survivors below the Golden Core stage. You little beast, let's see what you use to block this now!"

The surrounding Cultivators also looked on with pity, shaking their heads and sighing.

"It's over. That last move was Steward Duan's trump card; the turbid water is extremely corrosive and can even melt Magical Artifacts."

"What a pity for a generation's Prodigy; in the end, he still died due to youthful arrogance..."

However, just when everyone thought Qin Feng had already been turned into blood by the water of the Yellow Springs.

"Clang—!!!" A loud, vast, bell-tolling sound, like the morning bell of an ancient temple, suddenly rang out from the center of the surging Yellow Springs river.

The sound was crisp and melodious, yet carried an unshakable, ancient majesty.

Only to see the surging yellow river water boom and part to both sides amidst the ringing of the bell.

A solid, ancient bell phantom, with dark golden Dragon patterns and blue lightning coursing around its body, steadily protected Qin Feng in the center.

The highly corrosive Yellow Springs water surrounding them struck the Golden Bell Shield, kicking up waves of air and "hissing" white smoke, but it couldn't even leave a single crack.

Qin Feng stepped on the melted ground and walked out of the Yellow Springs river step by step, his expression calm, not even a single drop of water staining the corner of his clothes.

"This... this defensive Spell... how is it possible to be completely unharmed?!"

Steward Duan's eyes were wide enough to split, and he backed away repeatedly in shock, the long blade in his hand trembling slightly.

"Are you done? Now it's my turn." Qin Feng's eyes were slightly cold as he pointed his sword finger through the air with his right hand.

"One-Character Absolute Kill!"

"Swish, swish, swish, swish—!!!" Nine Inch Radiance flying knives, emitting a cold silver light, were controlled by his powerful Divine Sense. They instantly turned into a straight silver line, carrying a piercing sonic boom, lined up in a row, and headed straight for Steward Duan's throat.

"Not good!" Sensing an unprecedented life-and-death threat, all the hairs on Steward Duan's body stood on end. No longer caring about Face, he frantically urged the True Qi in his body, condensing a solid, bronze-colored True Qi shield several feet thick in front of him.

"Clang!" The first flying knife hit the shield violently and shattered upon impact, but a tiny crack appeared on the thick shield.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!" Following that were the second, third, fourth, and fifth... Continuous shattering sounds echoed densely in the great hall. Every impact of a shattering flying knife caused Steward Duan to vomit blood, and the ground under his feet cracked step by step.

"No... block it!" Steward Duan roared with a ferocious expression. Until the eighth flying knife shattered with a bang.

"Crack—!" A crisp shattering sound rang out; Steward Duan's protective True Qi, on which he relied for survival as a Half-step Golden Core, was instantly shattered into pieces by the violent force.

Steward Duan was struck as if by a heavy blow, his chest collapsed, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs, his Face as pale as a dead person's.

And that ninth flying knife, in the aftermath, turned into a life-taking silver light, heading straight for his throat at an angle that could not be avoided.

"My life is over!" Steward Duan closed his eyes in despair.

However, at the critical moment when the flying knife was only half an inch away from his throat.

"Young Master Qin, please stop." A delicate shout suddenly came from the Void Realm.

A magnificent silhouette wearing a purple-gold wide-sleeved fairy dress swept across the great hall like a nimble purple swallow.

City Lord's Wife's slender palm was somehow wearing a silver silk glove, carrying wisps of mysterious magic power. In the nick of time, she grabbed that deadly silver flying knife firmly in her palm.