142: Chapter 142 An appetizer to send you on your way!

After Zhou Qishan finished speaking, he stroked his beard, wearing an expression of compassionate concern for the world.

He was representing justice as he made things difficult for Qin Yu.

And this was clearly tacitly approved by Ji Haoyue.

It was even deliberately arranged by him.

Just when everyone thought Qin Yu would be furious, or at least speak out in rebuttal.

Qin Yu laughed instead.

He looked as if he had heard some huge joke, rocking back and forth with laughter.

"Hahaha!"

The laughter was unbridled and filled with mockery.

Zhou Qishan's face instantly darkened:

"Divine Son Qin, what are you laughing at? Could it be that this old man is wrong?"

"Wrong?"

Qin Yu slowly stopped laughing, his eyes turning cold.

"Old thing!"

"You aren't wrong."

"You are hopelessly stupid."

He slowly stood up from his throne, looking down at Zhou Qishan from a commanding position.

"Talk to This Divine Son about morality?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Are you worthy?!"

"Four hundred years ago, in order to achieve a Breakthrough, you secretly refined your most beloved young Disciple into a blood pill and swallowed it. Did this happen?"

"One hundred and eighty years ago, your Fengling Holy Land slaughtered all living beings in three nearby low-level kingdoms, totaling billions, just to seize a spiritual mine. And you framed Demonic Path Cultivators for it. Did this happen?"

"Eighty years ago, you took a fancy to the Dao Companion of the Tianyin Saintess from your own Holy Land. Just because he possessed a rare Physique, you found an excuse to throw him into prison, draining his Origin day and night to heal your wounds and extend your life..."

Qin Yu's voice was not loud.

But every word was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into everyone's hearts.

With every item he mentioned, Zhou Qishan's face turned a shade paler.

Until finally.

Zhou Qishan trembled like a leaf in the wind.

He pointed at Qin Yu, his lips trembling.

"You... you are slandering me!"

"Slandering you?"

Qin Yu curled the corners of his lips.

He raised his hand and gently grabbed at the Void Realm.

"Banner, come!"

Hum!

That chaos return to ruins banner, which he had integrated into the throne, emitted an excited hum.

A stream of black Qi shot out, transforming into a huge black water mirror in mid-air.

Inside the water mirror, images flashed by rapidly.

What appeared was clearly Zhou Qishan throwing his Disciple into a Pill Furnace.

The Fengling Holy Land slaughtering low-level Cultivators.

And the scene of him inflicting cruel torture on that young man in the prison.

One by one, each instance was crystal clear, ironclad evidence!

Inside the great hall, there was an instant uproar!

Everyone looked at Zhou Qishan with expressions of horror and disdain.

They had not expected.

That this living fossil, who usually appeared so upright and moral, was actually so filthy and unbearable in private!

"Arghhh!"

Zhou Qishan completely collapsed.

What he cared about most in his life was his reputation.

Now that his disguise had been ripped away by Qin Yu in front of the whole world, it was more painful than killing him.

"You brat! I will fight you to the death!"

Zhou Qishan roared, and the aura of a Peak Saint King erupted violently.

Transforming into a stream of light, he lunged straight at Qin Yu.

He wanted to use the most tragic method to wash away his humiliation.

"Fight to the death?"

Qin Yu couldn't even be bothered to get down from his throne.

He looked at the old man rushing over, his eyes full of pity.

"Just based on you, are you worthy?"

He just lightly raised a finger, pointing it casually at Zhou Qishan.

"Noisy!"

In an instant.

Time seemed to stand still.

Zhou Qishan's figure came to a sudden halt, one zhang away from Qin Yu.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Nor was there any heaven-destroying power.

Only a barely perceptible wisp of black Qi flashed from Qin Yu's fingertip.

It submerged into the center of Zhou Qishan's brows.

Then.

In the eyes of the horrified crowd.

Zhou Qishan, this Peak Saint King who had been famous for thousands of years.

His body was like a sand sculpture being weathered away.

From head to toe, it cracked inch by inch.

The expression on his face was still frozen at the moment of ferocity and madness.

His vitality, his Divine Soul.

His massive spiritual power that he had cultivated for thousands of years...

Everything.

Was drained away by an invisible force in this short moment.

Finally.

With a bang.

He turned into a pile of fly ash and drifted away with the wind.

Dead as dead could be.

Both body and soul were destroyed!

The entire great hall was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was completely stunned by this scene.

That was a Peak Saint King!

Just like that...

Killed with a single finger?

Without even a chance to fight back!

Qin Yu slowly withdrew his finger, as if he had done an insignificant trifle.

He sat back on his throne, resting his chin on one hand.

His gaze swept over the fly ash on the ground and looked with great interest at the main seat to the side and below.

At Ji Haoyue, who had only been watching with a smile from beginning to end, without any intention to stop him.

"The appetizer has been eaten."

"Divine Son Ji."

"Can we serve the main course now?"

Qin Yu's voice broke the silence, echoing in the empty great hall.

The appetizer has been eaten?

Can the main course be served?

This light question from Qin Yu was like an invisible slap.

It struck hard across Ji Haoyue's face, which still wore a gentle smile.

It also struck the hearts of all the Ji Family members in the hall.

Arrogant!

Too arrogant!

That was a Peak Saint King who had lived for thousands of years.

Just like that, he was treated as an appetizer and killed with a single finger?

This was simply not taking their Everlasting Ji Family seriously.

Not taking all the highly respected Seniors present into account!

On the high platform.

The smile on Ji Haoyue's face froze for a moment.

But in just an instant, it returned to that calm and composed appearance.

He even took the lead in applauding.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The crisp applause seemed particularly abrupt in the deathly silent hall.

"Brilliant."

Ji Haoyue exclaimed sincerely, as if the person who had just died was not a shill he had invited, but an insignificant small fry.

"Brother Qin's methods are truly extraordinary."

"Given Zhou Qishan's actions, it seems he was just a hypocrite, and he deserved to die."

"Brother Qin, you have acted on behalf of Heaven, removing such scum from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths; you are truly a model for our generation!"

With just a few words, he completely distanced himself from it.

He even defined Qin Yu's actions as acting on behalf of Heaven.

This ability to twist black and white is truly masterful.

The guests in the hall looked at each other, secretly clicking their tongues in astonishment.

This Hongmen Banquet today was well worth attending.

Just watching these two top Prodigies of the younger generation act against each other was already worth it.

One of them is domineering, the other gentle.

One doesn't follow the rules, the other is watertight.

If they were to fight, it would be like gods clashing.

"Since Brother Qin wants to serve the main course."

Ji Haoyue slowly stood up from his seat, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall.

"Then Haoyue will no longer hide his clumsiness."

He raised his hand and waved it gently towards the center of the hall.

"So-called Immortal Ascension is nothing more than jumping out of the river of fate and breaking free from the shackles of Karma."

"And in this world, what is hardest to break free from is not the Heavenly Dao, but the human heart."

"The complexity of the human heart is even greater than the myriad Daos."

"Today, Haoyue will discuss this first trial with everyone — the Tribulation of the Human Heart."

Ji Haoyue's voice carried a strange, bewitching power.