39: Chapter 39 That guy named Qin Feng, I'm the one who crushed him.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire scene fell into a dead silence.

City Lord Fang Ming, kneeling in the distance, felt his Divine Soul trembling violently. The True Qi within his body had long been imprisoned by the Golden Core Domain; at this moment, he could not even move a finger, and could only remain frozen in place like a stone.

He's crazy!

This old thing called Jiang Feng is completely, utterly insane!

That is a Golden Core True Lord, an inner Sect Elder of the Qingyun Sect who holds real power, a terrifying existence who could make Jiangyuan City disappear from the map of the Yan Kingdom with a single breath!

You, an old man at Qi Refining Stage 6 with a nearing Lifespan, daring to hold her most treasured Disciple tightly in your arms right in front of a Golden Core powerhouse, and then daring to say such treasonous words?

This isn't just having a death wish; it's being afraid that the Jiang Family won't die fast enough or neatly enough!

He wished he could dig a hole in the ground and bury himself alive, not daring to have any connection with that lunatic.

High in the sky, on True Monarch Qingyue's face, which was usually covered in eternal frost, a trace of genuine astonishment appeared for the first time. She was even angered to the point of laughter, a cold arc curling at the corner of her mouth.

An ant that could be crushed to death at any moment dared to provoke her majesty to her face?

She re-examined the white-haired old man. Apart from his abnormally vigorous Qi and blood, which shouldn't exist at his age, there was nothing extraordinary about him. His cultivation base was so inferior that she couldn't even be bothered to sense it.

Before True Monarch Qingyue could speak, a young Disciple standing with his hands at his sides behind her could no longer restrain himself. His eyes were filled with fawning eagerness to perform, longing to earn a shred of favor in front of his Revered Master. He shouted sharply and took a step forward.

"Presumptuous!"

"A mere mortal ant dares to be disrespectful to the True Monarch!"

The Disciple flicked his finger, and a cyan finger-wind instantly pierced through the Void Realm, carrying the sharp killing intent of the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage, aiming straight for Jiang Feng's brow. This strike was enough to instantly evaporate a Qi Refining Cultivator, body and soul, into nothingness.

"Clang!"

With a crisp shattering sound, at the critical moment, Lin Yueyao blocked in front of him. She hastily raised her fair hand, and a crystal-clear ice shield instantly condensed.

The cyan finger-wind slammed fiercely into the ice shield, exploding into a visible ripple. The ice shield shattered at the sound. Lin Yueyao's delicate body trembled violently, a surge of metallic sweetness rising in her throat. A trace of blood dripped down her smooth chin, and her already pale cheeks now appeared even more transparently white.

With a Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivation base, taking a full-force strike from a Foundation Establishment Mid-stage Cultivator head-on was already her limit.

True Monarch Qingyue's gaze fell upon the blood at her beloved Disciple's mouth. A trace of imperceptible satisfaction flashed deep in her eyes, though she only glanced indifferently at the Disciple who had attacked.

The Disciple immediately felt a chill penetrate his Daoist robe, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. He hurriedly bowed and retreated, not daring to make any further move.

Jiang Feng's voice sounded again. He pulled the tottering Lin Yueyao back into his arms, his fingertips gently wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, his movements as tender as if he were treating a rare treasure.

He raised his head, his gaze terrifyingly calm, looking straight at the high and mighty True Monarch Qingyue.

"Do you see?"

"This is the rule of your Qingyun Sect."

Jiang Feng's voice was not loud, but every word struck the heart, echoing in the dead silence of the night sky.

"Qingyun Sect Disciple Senior Brother Qin Feng relied on his power to bully others, attempting to take my Dao Companion first, and then threatened to slaughter my entire Jiang Family. Does this mean my entire Jiang Family should just stretch out our necks to be slaughtered, letting him butcher us at will?"

"Even a rabbit will bite when it is cornered."

"Your Qingyun Sect Disciples are human, but are the hundreds of lives in my Jiang Family not human lives?"

These words caused a ripple in True Monarch Qingyue's ancient, waveless eyes. This was the first time she had been questioned so directly by a Qi Refining Cultivator, and she couldn't even find any reason to refute him.

However, rules are rules, and the majesty of the Sect is greater than all reason in the world.

On True Monarch Qingyue's frost-like face, a fleeting trace of appreciation actually appeared.

"Well said."

"It is a pity, however, that in the cultivation world, reason is always spoken through strength."

Her voice dropped to freezing point again.

"Considering that Yue Yao pleaded for you, I can spare your life."

"But, the Jiang Family must be destroyed today!"

"The majesty of the Sect cannot be provoked by ants; this matter must be brought to an end with the blood of the entire Jiang Family."

As the final verdict fell, Lin Yueyao's delicate body completely collapsed into Jiang Feng's arms, her eyes filled with inescapable despair.

Jiang Feng laughed.

"Is that so?"

He supported Lin Yueyao, letting her lean against him, then raised his head and looked at the figure in the sky who dominated everything, saying word by word.

"My Jiang Family is not something that can be destroyed just because you say so."

The moment his voice fell, an aura more violent, overbearing, and ancient than True Monarch Qingyue's Domain surged into the sky from the depths of the Jiang Family ancestral grounds. This aura was unreasonable; unlike the Golden Core Domain which modified rules, it was pure suppression.

Immediately after, a suffocating pressure instantly submerged the entire Jiangyuan City.

True Monarch Qingyue's intangible and formless Golden Core Domain, in the face of this pressure, emitted cracking sounds and was instantly shattered into pieces.

With a few muffled thuds, the four Qingyun Sect Disciples behind her, who had originally looked arrogant, didn't even have time to grunt before their knee bones burst from the unbearable weight, and they were pressed to their knees on the ground by this terrifying pressure on the spot.

A thin, withered figure stepped out, ignoring the distance of space, appearing in mid-air to stand in a standoff with True Monarch Qingyue from afar.

It was Ancestor Jiang Xuan.

All expressions on True Monarch Qingyue's face froze instantly. She stood dumbfounded in place, her body shaking violently.

This pressure... The thickness and purity of this pressure were far beyond what she, at the Golden Core Early Stage, could compare to.

Golden Core Great Perfection!

This thought made her entire Divine Soul tremble.

How is this possible!

In this small Jiangyuan City, a place with Spiritual Qi so barren that even Foundation Establishment is difficult, how could there be a terrifying existence at the Golden Core Great Perfection!

Such an old monster, even within the Qingyun Sect, is a rare phoenix feather and unicorn horn, an Elder-level figure whom even the Sect Master must treat with three parts respect.

True Monarch Qingyue was completely flustered. Looking at the wizened old man opposite her, she felt her blood and True Qi stop circulating, becoming rigid.

Ancestor Jiang Xuan's gaze indifferently swept over the Disciple kneeling and shivering behind her, and finally landed on the Disciple who had attacked earlier. His voice was hoarse, but carried an indisputable, chilling tone.

"The one named Senior Brother Qin Feng was crushed by me."

"Do you want to try?"

The Disciple was instantly so frightened that he dared not even breathe.

Jiang Feng held the delicate body in his arms, his heart pounding wildly, his hand hidden in his sleeve clenched tightly.

He forced himself to maintain that playful smile on his face, his gaze falling on Old Ancestor Jiang Xuan, carrying a trace of fanaticism and nervousness that even he himself had not realized.

Old Ancestor, act a little more convincingly!

You must suppress her!