What is true despair?

Zong Minglie waved his hand, releasing two Puppets, each entwined with a whirlwind and a raging fire, exuding powerful Auras as they charged directly at Shi Xiaotian and Wu Yue.

Meanwhile, Xuanzhou Zi made his move, directly grabbing at Zhong Qing.

In his opinion, Zhong Qing, whose bone age did not exceed eighteen, could not have a very high cultivation level.

Without the protection of Shi Xiaotian and the other, he would be easily captured.

His peripheral vision caught sight of the two, but he saw that they showed no signs of tension, merely casually meeting the Wind and Fire Dual Puppets.

It seemed they were not worried about Zhong Qing at all.

Xuanzhou Zi's heart sank, realizing that something seemed amiss.

But he no longer had time to think further.

The next moment, Zhong Qing, with an icy expression, casually pointed at him.

Xuanzhou Zi, who had just been so imposing, turned into dust and dissipated between heaven and earth under the watchful eyes of everyone.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

One could only say that he was very unlucky.

In this world, besides his two Disciples, there were not many people he cared about, and Sect Master Sect Leader Xuan Yuanhong was one of them.

Seeing Sect Leader Xuan Yuanhong severely injured, Zhong Qing was truly angry.

Normally, Zhong Qing might have been interested in playing with him.

But at this moment, an enraged Zhong Qing had no intention of entangling with him, directly turning him to ashes with a single finger.

Zong Minglie, who witnessed this scene, his brain directly crashed.

"What happened?"

Elder Xuanzhou Zi, why did he suddenly disappear?

It took him a while to figure out why Xuanzhou Zi was gone after Zhong Qing pointed at him.

But when Zhong Qing's cold gaze turned towards Zong Minglie next.

The latter trembled all over, a jolt, and finally reacted.

"Elder Xuanzhou Zi was killed!"

Zong Minglie was scared pale, screaming without thinking.

"Wind and Fire Dual Puppets, return!"

The two Puppets immediately abandoned Shi Xiaotian and the other, flying back to Zong Minglie's side.

"Stop him!"

Zong Minglie pointed at Zhong Qing and roared, taking advantage of the Wind and Fire Dual Puppets charging at Zhong Qing, he himself turned and ran without thinking, transforming into a streak of light and flying towards the outside of Purple Maple Forest.

He couldn't understand how Elder Xuanzhou Zi, a Late Stage Sun Profound Realm expert, could be instantly killed by a single finger.

But he knew that an existence capable of instantly killing Xuanzhou Zi was definitely not someone he could deal with.

Even the Wind and Fire Dual Puppets were likely no match for this person; he only hoped the Dual Puppets could hold Zhong Qing back for a moment, giving him a chance to escape.

But the wish was beautiful, and the reality was cruel.

He hadn't even escaped a few thousand meters when he heard a cold voice from behind.

"What, are your trump cards only these two pieces of trash?"

"Then who gave you the guts to be so arrogant and injure my Immortal River Sect people?"

Zong Minglie was startled, suddenly turning his head, only to see Zhong Qing standing a few meters behind him, looking at him expressionlessly.

And the Wind and Fire Dual Puppets were long gone.

"How is that possible?"

Zong Minglie was so shocked that he almost felt his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

At this moment, he could no longer care about anything else, suddenly striking out with a spiritual talisman.

This spiritual talisman was made by his father, Zong Daotian, and it stored an attack equivalent to that of a Peak Sun Profound Realm expert.

The jade talisman shattered, emitting a brilliant light that transformed into a violent tide, sweeping towards Zhong Qing.

However, Zhong Qing didn't even look, casually swatting it away as if flicking a fly.

The violent tide directly vanished into thin air.

"Is there anything else? Bring it all out."

Zhong Qing's tone was calm and unperturbed, yet it sent shivers down one's spine.

"I mean what I say."

"Now I'll let you taste what true despair is."

"Damn it, don't force me!"

In the desolate wilderness, Zong Minglie, the Young Lord of Wuya Mountain, was fleeing frantically.

As he ran, he roared angrily at the figure behind him.

Behind him, a figure followed at a constant distance, neither too far nor too close, neither too fast nor too slow.

No matter how desperately Zong Minglie tried to escape, he couldn't shake off the latter even by an inch.

This figure, like a maggot attached to bone, filled Zong Minglie with fear from the bottom of his heart, like a shadow of death that he couldn't shake off, looming behind him.

"What, do you have no more trump cards?"

The figure behind him was precisely Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing walked leisurely behind Zong Minglie with his hands clasped behind his back.

He consistently maintained the same distance behind Zong Minglie; even when Zong Minglie exerted all his strength, this distance did not increase by even half an inch.

"If you have no more trump cards, then it's time to end this."

Zong Minglie gritted his teeth and roared, "It's not that simple to kill me, Zong Minglie."

Saying that, Zong Minglie actually directly threw out a handful of spiritual talismans, each with power comparable to the previous one.

Zong Daotian doted on his son, almost every now and then he would create new spiritual talismans to be used as Zong Minglie's trump cards.

But with Zong Minglie's status, how many dangers could he encounter in the Eastern Region?

Over the years, he had accumulated an unknown number of spiritual talismans, and normally, no one could make him use them.

At this moment, facing Zhong Qing, he couldn't care less and just threw them all out in one go.

Boom!

Deafening explosions resounded throughout the sky.

A large handful of spiritual talismans, each equivalent to an attack from a Peak Sun Profound Realm expert, exploded simultaneously, their power truly astonishing.

If they were to strike the ground, they would be enough to directly evaporate a tall mountain.

Even Earth Profound Realm experts, the Old Ancestors of various Holy Lands, would probably not be able to casually disregard this.

A glimmer of hope rose in Zong Minglie's heart; he didn't expect to directly blast Zhong Qing to death, but as long as he could injure or hinder the opponent, he could seize the opportunity to escape.

But the hope he had just conceived immediately turned into despair, as he saw Zhong Qing's figure slowly walk out from amidst the explosion's impact.

He still maintained the same distance from him, and not even a single corner of his clothes was damaged.

Zong Minglie screamed and turned to flee again.

As he ran, he scattered countless spiritual talismans, jade talismans, and other Magical Artifacts and Dao tools as if they were worthless.

Some were for attack, some for protection and survival, and some were for escape techniques and movement methods.

Each one was extraordinary, quite rare even among the Sun Profound Realm.

It showed that Zong Minglie's foundation as the Young Lord of Wuya Mountain was truly terrifying.

Even though his own cultivation was only at the Moon Profound Realm, relying solely on these trump cards was enough for him to run rampant among the Sun Profound Realm.

But at this moment, Zong Minglie was throwing them out in piles like trash, just to increase his chances of survival by a sliver.

However, with each trump card he threw, Zong Minglie's despair deepened.

No matter what kind of attack, when it landed on Zhong Qing's body, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, not even splashing a ripple.

Initially, Zhong Qing would occasionally casually swat away attacks, but later, he was too lazy to even move, allowing those attacks to bombard him, without even having the power to make his eyelids twitch.

And the protective defenses that enveloped Zong Minglie, Zhong Qing didn't even need to lift a finger; with just a glance, they shattered one after another.

What Zong Minglie placed the most hope in were those escape and evasion methods.

But whether it was Five Elements Escape or body transformation into a stream of light.

Every time he used a trump card to escape and looked back again, he would find Zhong Qing still hanging behind him, neither far nor near, maintaining the original distance.

It was simply like a true shadow; how could a person escape their own shadow?

The two, one chasing and one fleeing, had already fled nearly ten thousand miles.

But Zong Minglie saw no hope of escape at all.

"Where did this old monster come from!"

Zong Minglie finally collapsed.

In his opinion, Zhong Qing was definitely an old monster who had lived for an unknown number of years, toying with him.

A strong shadow of death enveloped his heart, eroding Zong Minglie's consciousness, making him almost go mad.

"This Young Lord will fight you to the death!"

Zong Minglie roared, and a blood-colored jade tablet appeared in his hand.

He directly bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of essence blood onto the jade tablet.

The jade tablet glowed brightly, and an illusory figure of an old man seemed to emerge from it, letting out a cold snort and striking a palm towards Zhong Qing.

The momentum of this palm strike was terrifyingly immense, as if heaven and earth were collapsing, and mountains were shattering.

It was much more powerful than the combined Aura of many Peak Sun Profound Realm spiritual talismans exploding earlier.

This was a true Earth Profound Realm strike, and not even an ordinary Earth Profound Realm one.

This was Zong Minglie's greatest trump card, personally bestowed by the Old Ancestor of Wuya Mountain.

It contained a Seal of the Wuya Mountain Old Ancestor's own power.

However, the power of the Earth Profound Realm was too immense, far beyond what Zong Minglie, with his Moon Profound Realm cultivation, could control.

Therefore, when using this jade tablet, one needed to activate it with one's own essence blood, and at the same time, one would suffer a strong backlash; it could be said to be harming the enemy by a thousand and damaging oneself by eight hundred.

If it weren't for a desperate situation, Zong Minglie would never use this jade tablet.

But at present, did he have a choice?

Zong Minglie placed all his hope on this single strike.

However, facing this palm strike from the Wuya Mountain Old Ancestor, Zhong Qing remained motionless, as if he couldn't even be bothered to move to defend.

"Is he unable to block it and can only give up?"

Zong Minglie muttered.

But the next moment, his eyes widened, his mouth agape, unable to close.

Zhong Qing neither dodged nor avoided, allowing the illusory figure of the Wuya Mountain Old Ancestor to strike him on the head with a palm.

Then, without even tilting his head, he opened his mouth and gently blew.

The illusory figure, containing the power of the Wuya Mountain Old Ancestor, was directly blown away as if it were a true phantom in water.

Zong Minglie trembled all over, feeling his legs go weak, unable to run anymore.

"Are your trump cards used up?"

Zhong Qing, who hadn't lost a single hair after taking a palm from the illusory figure of the Wuya Mountain Old Ancestor, stared coldly at Zong Minglie and asked indifferently.

Looking at Zhong Qing gradually approaching, Zong Minglie screamed in collapse.

"Don't come over!!"

He was so scared he couldn't move his legs, only flailing his arms wildly.

"You can't kill me!"

"I am the Young Lord of Wuya Mountain, the only son of the Wuya Mountain Sect Master!"

"And also the most beloved great-grandson of the Wuya Mountain Old Ancestor!"

"If you kill me, our Wuya Mountain will not let you go!"

Zong Minglie screamed hysterically.

"If you dare to touch me, my Wuya Mountain will definitely annihilate your small Immortal River Sect!"

"Every single person, not even a chicken or dog will be left!"

"If you don't want to die, you can't touch me!"