65: With the power of a single punch, even a Nascent Soul cultivator is as insignificant as an ant.

It was a punch that appeared completely ordinary.

There was no world-shaking Aura, no dazzling brilliance, not even a trace of magical power fluctuation.

It was as if a Mortal were swinging a fist at random.

However, at the very instant Chu He threw the punch.

"Roar—!"

A Dragon's roar, originating from the depths of the Soul and dominating the universe, resounded in the minds of every Nascent Soul Cultivator present!

A supreme pressure, originating from Bloodline and the very level of life, descended with a crash!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The Blazing Sun Sect Disciples closest to him, as well as the surrounding Early Stage and Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators, were like they had been hit by a heavy hammer; they all spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, their faces turning deathly pale as their Nascent Souls trembled within their bodies as if they had encountered a natural predator.

"Dragon... Dragon Might! It's the Primordial Dragon Might!"

A well-informed Late Stage Nascent Soul old monster cried out in shock, his eyes filled with unbelievable terror.

And Blazing Sun Elder, who was at the center of the pressure, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

He felt his magical power become incredibly sluggish in an instant, and his Nascent Soul Dharma Body felt as if it were being suppressed by an invisible mountain, making it difficult to even move a single finger.

His proud "Blazing Heaven Palm," the moment it came into contact with the wind from Chu He's punch, was like snow under the sun; without even stirring a single ripple, it silently melted and disintegrated, turning into sparks that filled the sky and dissipated into nothingness.

One punch, breaking all magic!

The savage grin on Blazing Sun Elder's face froze completely, replaced by boundless fear.

He wanted to escape, to beg for mercy, to do something.

But it was too late.

Chu He's punch momentum did not decrease; that seemingly slow fist appeared to cross the distance of space, instantly appearing before him.

Under Blazing Sun Elder's terrified and desperate gaze, that fist was gently pressed against his chest.

"Bang."

A soft sound.

As if something had shattered.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Everyone's eyes widened as they watched the unbelievable scene.

They saw Blazing Sun Elder, this mighty Late Stage Nascent Soul expert, frozen in place, the expression on his face fixed in his final moment of terror.

The next second.

"Crack... Crack..."

A series of fine cracks quickly spread across his body, centered on Chu He's fist.

First the Protective Dharma Robes, then the powerful Nascent Soul Dharma Body, and then... the Nascent Soul within his body that had been cultivated for over a thousand years!

"No..."

Blazing Sun Elder uttered the last unwilling syllable of his life.

Boom!

His entire body, along with his Nascent Soul and Divine Soul, exploded under the watchful eyes of everyone, turning into flying ash that completely disappeared from this world when blown by the Astral Wind of the Black Wind Plain.

Body and Soul were extinguished!

One punch!

Just one punch!

A long-famous Late Stage Nascent Soul expert was killed on the spot without even a trace of resistance!

Dead silence.

The entire Black Wind Plain fell into a deathly silence.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators were speechless; even a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone seemed to have been placed under a body-fixing spell, staring blankly at the green-robed figure slowly withdrawing his fist, their minds a complete blank.

What just... happened?

Blazing Sun Elder... just died like that?

Blasted apart by a single punch?

How is this possible!

That was a Late Stage Nascent Soul! An existence standing at the top of this world's pyramid! Not some random nobody!

"Gulp."

Someone, somehow, swallowed hard, breaking the dead silence.

Immediately following that were the sounds of people drawing in cold breaths one after another.

"Hiss—!"

"One punch... one punch to kill a Late Stage Nascent Soul... what... what kind of monster is he?"

"Half-Step Soul Transformation! He's definitely Half-Step Soul Transformation! Or even... he's already a true Soul Transformation Ancestor!"

"My god! We were actually watching a Soul Transformation Ancestor?"

Fear spread through the crowd like a plague.

Those Cultivators who had previously held a mindset of watching a good show now felt their hands and feet go cold, and cold sweat soaked their backs.

Especially the remaining Disciples of the Blazing Sun Sect; their faces were ashen, their legs gave way, and they knelt directly on the ground, their bodies shaking like sieves.

Ghost Three of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect was so relieved he almost cried.

He finally understood that he had just walked past the gates of hell.

Any talk of extortion or blackmail was simply a joke in front of such an existence.

Chu He withdrew his fist, his expression calm, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

His gaze slowly swept across the field.

Every Cultivator his gaze passed over felt their heart tremble, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Finally, his gaze fell upon those Blazing Sun Sect Disciples kneeling on the ground.

Those Disciples were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering by his gaze; the leading Golden Core Elder hurriedly kowtowed like a woodpecker.

"Sen... Senior, have mercy! Senior, have mercy! We... we were all forced by that old dog Blazing Sun Elder! We have no grievance or enmity with Senior!"

"Yes, Senior! We are willing to offer all the Sect's property, just to ask Senior to spare our lives!"

Chu He looked at their pathetic displays of begging for mercy, his eyes showing not the slightest pity.

"Noisy."

He calmly spat out a single word.

Then, he flicked his finger.

Several golden light streaks flashed and vanished.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Those few Blazing Sun Sect Disciples who were still crying out for mercy simultaneously had a blood hole appear in their foreheads; their voices stopped abruptly, and they fell straight down, their life force cut off.

The entire process was clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

Having done all this, Chu He acted as if nothing had happened, turned around, walked back to the black stone from before, sat down again, and closed his eyes.

It was as if that peerless, fierce man who had just killed a Late Stage Nascent Soul with one punch and wiped out Golden Cores with a flick of his finger wasn't him.

However, the entire Black Wind Plain could no longer be calm.

Everyone looked at the figure in the corner with a gaze of awe and extreme fear.

From this day forward, before this Heaven-Reaching Pagoda opens, this place will become a Forbidden Ground.

No one would ever dare to disturb it in the slightest.

Chu He, in the most direct and overbearing way, had punched out an area of absolute peace for himself in this Black Wind Plain where the strong gathered.