227: I gave you a chance

Then, Han Qing slowly raised his head.

His profound eyes, like two drawn sharp swords, swept across the entire hall.

Everyone touched by his gaze felt a chill rising from the depths of their Soul.

They lowered their heads one after another, daring not to meet his eyes.

Han Qing snorted coldly and ordered loudly, "Surround this place for me."

"Today, no one leaves!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Outside the hall, neat and urgent footsteps sounded.

Gao Qiuye, Luo Qianyun, and Wind and Fire each led a team of fierce-Aura Law Enforcement Hall Disciples.

They surrounded the entire Floating Cloud Water Pavilion, making it airtight.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Lingfeng's expression finally changed.

He stared intently at Han Qing, his face full of disbelief.

How is this possible?

There was a killing formation at Tianque Cloud Summit, and Zhou Hua was guarding it.

Yet Han Qing was able to appear here completely unharmed.

Han Qing ignored his shock, his gaze like a hawk, fixed firmly on Zhang Lingfeng.

"It was you who was scheming behind the scenes to deal with my Four Seas Immortal Alliance?"

"Very good. It saves me the trouble of searching for everyone individually."

"Today, we settle this score completely."

Hearing Han Qing's judgmental words, the shock in Zhang Lingfeng's heart was quickly replaced by extreme rage.

He sneered, as if he had heard the greatest joke.

"Settle the score? With just you?"

He pointed at Han Qing, his face full of disdain.

"A bumpkin from the Tianhuang Domain dares to be arrogant in front of me?"

"You think you're worthy of settling accounts with me?"

The brocade-robed old man who had been resting his eyes behind Zhang Lingfeng, leaning on a dragon head cane, slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, a terrifying Aura, profound and imposing like a deep abyss and a towering peak, instantly spread out.

The dragon head cane in the old man's hand tapped lightly against the ground.

"Buzz!"

An invisible ripple spread out.

All the tables, chairs, and furnishings within a few meters of him instantly turned into fine powder.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Lingfeng's confidence immediately returned, and he respectfully cupped his fist toward the old man.

"Elder Han, I apologize for troubling you."

The old man, referred to as Elder Han, chuckled. His cloudy gaze fell upon Han Qing, as if looking at a dead man.

He pointed his cane at Han Qing from dozens of feet away.

"Whoosh."

A refined and extreme surge of Qi Energy tore through the air.

Like a poisonous snake claiming a life, it shot straight toward Han Qing's brow.

Facing this strike, which was enough to instantly kill any Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator, Han Qing showed a cold, disdainful smile.

"A mere Soul Transformation Perfection cultivator dares to act presumptuously before this Seat?"

He didn't bother to dodge, simply throwing a punch forward.

"Boom!"

The force of the punch and the Qi Energy violently collided in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a dull, massive sound.

Immediately afterward, under the horrified gaze of everyone present.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Ironwood dragon head cane in Elder Han's hand exploded inch by inch, starting from the tip.

"Pfft!"

Elder Han was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

He smashed through dozens of tables and chairs before crashing miserably to the ground, his Aura severely weakened.

In just one move, Elder Han, a top powerhouse long famous in the Tianxuan Domain, was utterly defeated.

Zhang Lingfeng's eyelids twitched violently.

Panic began to set in, but Han Qing gave him no time to react.

Han Qing's figure left an afterimage where he stood.

The next moment, he appeared like a ghost right in front of Zhang Lingfeng.

"You!"

Zhang Lingfeng only managed to utter one word.

A foot rapidly magnified in his pupils.

"Bang!"

Han Qing delivered a powerful flying kick, landing squarely on his chest.

"Crack."

The sound of shattering bones was clearly audible. Zhang Lingfeng screamed as he flew backward, smashing heavily onto the high platform.

Coughing blood, he roared with false bravado, his voice shaky.

"How dare you hit me! I am a Qingxuan Sect Disciple, the son-in-law of the Jinyuan Sect Master! If you touch me, think carefully about the consequences!"

Jiang Chenggong also jumped out, steeling his courage: "Are you insane! You dare to hit Young Master Zhang? Aren't you afraid the Four Seas Immortal Alliance will be wiped out?"

Han Qing slowly turned his head and glanced at him.

That look was like staring at a buzzing fly.

He raised his hand and lightly drew his index finger across the air.

"Whoosh."

A faint Sword Qi flashed past, and Jiang Chenggong's voice abruptly stopped.

His head shot up into the sky, tracing a bloody parabola in the air before rolling right to Zhang Lingfeng's feet.

The corpse crashed to the ground, and blood stained the luxurious carpet red.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Han Qing walked up to Zhang Lingfeng, who was already overwhelmed by terror, and said coldly, "You truly are worthless."

"Killing you just like that would be letting you off too easily."

"No! Don't kill me!"

Zhang Lingfeng completely broke down.

He knelt on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face, desperately kowtowing.

"Celestial Venerable Han, I was wrong, I was truly wrong! Please spare me!"

"I'll give you everything—money, women, Cultivation Techniques—just please let me go!"

Han Qing shook his head.

He squatted down, a devilish smile spreading across his face.

"I will crush every single one of your bones, one by one."

"Then I will magnify your five senses a hundredfold."

"I will let you thoroughly savor the most extreme pain in this world."

As he spoke, he extended two fingers and tapped Zhang Lingfeng's body several times like lightning.

Zhang Lingfeng immediately felt his heartbeat instantly become like a drumming war drum.

He could even clearly hear the sound of blood flowing within his body.

Following this, boundless pain swept through his Divine Soul from his limbs and bones.

Han Qing reached out and grabbed Zhang Lingfeng's pinky finger.

"Snap!"

The sound of bone cracking was exceptionally grating in the silent hall.

"Aah!"

Zhang Lingfeng let out a shrill scream.

With his senses magnified a hundredfold, the pain of a broken finger was millions of times more excruciating than Slow Slicing!

The surrounding guests watched this scene, feeling utter horror and a chill running through their bodies.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

Han Qing was expressionless as he crushed his finger bones, one by one.

A few seconds later, Zhang Lingfeng, unable to bear the extreme pain,

rolled his eyes and fainted.

Han Qing shot out another green light, healing him and forcing him to remain in the most conscious state.

"Don't be in such a hurry to faint. This is just the beginning."

After just a few minutes, Zhang Lingfeng's Divine Soul collapsed, and he died completely amidst extreme pain and fear.

Han Qing looked at the twisted corpse on the ground, seemingly still unsatisfied.

He slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping toward the guests in the banquet hall who were already trembling with fear.

Those he looked at lowered their heads in terror, afraid that they would be next.

Han Qing finally fixed his gaze on Gao Qiuye.

"Elder Gao."

"Your Subordinate is here."

"Go deliver a message to that old bastard, Jiang Qingfeng."

"Tell him I gave the Jiang Family a chance."

"But you people disappointed me greatly."

"Before dawn tomorrow, the entire Jiang clan, without exception,"

"must all kneel before the headquarters of my Four Seas Immortal Alliance to beg for forgiveness."